A/N: okay, so I moaned just a teensy bit in my last fan fiction I wrote. But if you had a sister who has had 4000 and something visitors to her site and the most you've had in all your sites are 500. I'm sure that you'd all be a bit miffed if that happened to you! So… my apologies to everyone who's pissed off by that. And also, this is one of my shorter storeys, it only takes up a couple of pages, but, as Tara always always says, "Quality, not quantity."
Disclaimer: I wouldn't sue me if I were you… I have a gun! (Just kidding… It's only a BB gun that I own.)
Wishes of the Woods, Part 2.
By Phillipa Wetherby.
Hermione woke up, today, without a backache. She had got accustomed to her make shift bed on the floor, outside Slytherin. It was made of five towels folded in half under her, a pillow, Ron had smuggled her from the Gryffindor Dorms, and the two quilts that her grandmother had made for her 3 Christmases ago.
She got up quite quickly and rushed off to Myrtle's bathroom.
"Looking forward to the Hogwarts anniversary?" Myrtle questioned.
"Yeah."
"Going to have a nice time with all your friends?" She said enviously.
"You can come if you want Myrtle…" Hermione suggested.
"For what?" Myrtle shouted angrily. "To watch you and all your friends have fun while everyone pretends I'm not there!"
Myrtle sobbed and dived into her U bend, splashing Hermione with the stagnant, slimey water.
Myrtle's sobs rang in Hermione's ears the whole time she got dressed.
'What's happened to Dumbledore?' she wondered to herself. 'He used to be so nice, and he's turned into a monster!'
She didn't have time for all these queries; McGonagall gave us the day off to get the things we need for The Hogwarts Anniversary Ball. She couldn't wait. Lavender, Christie and her had decided to go down to Hogsmead and go dress shopping. Hermione went down to the statue of Stuart the stingy and met with the two other girls.
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Hermione came back at about 7:00pm, (about two hours before the dance). This gave her the perfect amount of time. But anyway… Being Hermione, she had already made a schedule:
11:00am: Go to Hogsmead with Christie and Lavender
6:00pm: Get the train back to Hogwarts
7:00pm: Get settled
7:15pm: Take a nice long bubble bath
7:35pm: Blow dry my hair straight
7:55pm: Take out all the bits I've bought in Hogsmead and lay neatly on bed
8:00pm: Lie on my bed for a while, but NO falling asleep!!!
8:20pm: Style my hair.
8:35: Get Dressed
8:45: Do my makeup
8:55: Meet with Ron.
Hermione was checking off the things she had done, as she lay in the bath full of marshmallow flavour bath bubbles that you could eat.
She lay the piece of parchment on the side as she clambered out; blow-dried her hair and some of the other things on the schedule, then reached over to take out her new dress. It was beautiful. It came down just over her feet, (but that didn't matter as she was wearing incredibly high stiletto heals) had spaghetti straps, made of a thin silk, (she had a warm shawl to go over it) and was a cherry-chocolate colour, the same as Chillie's hair.
Hermione slipped the silken material gently over hear head. It looked beautiful on her.
"It looks great!" She squealed. "My wish is coming true!"
She then slipped on her shoes and did the last touches of make up. Once she had finished, she looked up at the clock.
'Right on schedule.' She thought, and walked out to meet Ron.
"Hey…um…H-hey Hermione." Ron clumsily said as her saw her. "You… You look g-great!"
"Thanks. So do you." Said Hermione, finding this quite funny.
"So, shall we… um, go?"
"Duh, Ron!"
Ron went a bit pink but was distracted by Harry walking in with Cho Chang. Harry and Cho were a couple in their fifth year at Hogwarts, when they split up, it seemed as if they had both made a personal vow, never to even look at each other again, and it had been so for the past year and a half. Hermione was hurt, as Harry knew how much she hated Cho.
Ron had seemed to pick up on her feelings.
"Harry…Can I um… Have a word." Ron asked.
Harry barely grumbled, but gave a distinctive nod. So the two boys walked off together for their chat, and left the girls to try they're best, not to even look at what each other was wearing. But eventually, they came back.
"He's still mad at you." Ron explained.
"I noticed."
They got down to the dance a bit late so they had missed Dumbledore's speech. But did manage to come in at the beginning of a slow dance.
As they got to the dance floor, Ron spoke.
"You look great Hermione."
Hermione wasn't sure. There were so many girls, looking much better than her.
"You're the most beautiful girl here." He finished.
Hermione grinned; her wish had come true.
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Hermione went back to her dorm at about 11 o'clock that night. She got a shock as some small chestnut eyes stared at her from the windowsill.
"CHILLIE!" Hermione screeched. "Thank you so much."
Chillie grinned, "So… what's your wish?"
"But I've made my wish."
"Nope. You did that all yourself..! I gotcha didn't I..! You thought I made that all come true! You see… I thought you needed a teensy bit o' confidence. That's all."
"Oh Chillie, thank you all the same. Oh, I don't need a wish. All I wish for is for you to be as happy as I am now, for ever."
"Sure?" Chillie asked. "Well…um… thanks!"
They grinned at each other for a few minutes.
"Well, bye then." Chillie said.
"You better come and visit."
"No problem."
At that, Chillie flew off, back to the forest.
Hermione smiled to herself. She was so happy that night, and she wished it'd never end.