Hermione arrived at the giant doors of Hogwarts. She
pulled of the glasses looking at it and raised an eyebrow. "How
quaint." She smirked and opened the doors walking in. They entered
into the great hall, which was shimmering. Giant balls of silver
light hung from the ceiling and tables of food dotted here and there.
A few head swiveled in her direction and gapped. Hermione moved in
ignoring them.
"I think Vincent was right." She grimaces at the shimmering walls and the dresses a few women wore. "Not me at all." Suddenly a voice behind her spoke.
"He-Hermione?" She spun sharply and smiles at the man behind her. He was tall with dark black hair and emerald eyes that shone with disbelief out from under messy bangs.
"Harry, nice to see me isn't it." He stared and she took in his tux and glossy shoes. "My aren't we dressed up makes me feel horrible." She snapped and she was garbed in a strap less dress of black cotton and satin. A pin with a bronze spider held her hair back from her face and her boots now went knee high. "All better?" Harry looked stunned. "Aw poor baby. Give us a kiss now?"
"Harry who are you-" A red haired man came to stand by Harry and gapped.
"He-Hermione?"
"Honestly, that is not at all how you pronounce my now. It doesn't have as many Hes as all that."
"Hermione you look, you're."
"Different? Yes I know. Things change when you forget people don't they." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"We didn't forget you Herm," Harry's face looked pleading. "We just.drifted."
"Aw, I don't blame you now do I?" she looped her arms through both of theirs. "Lets just sit down and have a nice chat. OR I might yell at you if I feel like it and give you a nice dose of my.French."
She led them over to a table where they say, Hermione tugging annoyed at the hem of the dress.
"Hermione," Ron asked. "What happened to you?"
"Short version? Um, I was working as an agent, I get bored, also I kind a had an affinity for bombs so that didn't really help. I met a friend who's very good at technical work and I'm kinda a freelance agent type super hero woman. Anything new with you guys."
She sipped a drink as the starred and scanned the crowd. She noticed a tall man with hair so pale it could reflect across the Atlantic Ocean. He wore a black tux that contrasted with his pail skin. "Who's that?"
Harry turned to look and grimaced. "That's Malfoy. You do remember Draco?"
Hermione grinned predatorily. "Do I?" She sat thoughtfully before standing.
"Where are you goin?" Ron asked startled.
"Did I mention my affinity with bombs?" They nodded. "I like things to blow up in people's faces." With that she moved towards Malfoy the evil grin on her face. People glanced, turned away, glanced again and gapped.
She reached him and tapped Draco on the shoulder and he turned and stared. Hermione grinned brighter. "Draco, darling, honey, sweet cakes. How have we been?"
"Who are you?"
"Kind of slow." She moved closer so her lips where by his ear. "Remember the girl who always outdid you in class" Draco jerked back surprised.
"Granger."
"There! That wasn't hard."
Draco sneered. "Make-over. How nice? Are you on corners now?"
"Aw now, I wouldn't want to take your territory sweet heart and P.S. if you call me a whore again. I strap you to a wall and use you as target practice." She gave him pat on the cheek. "Still love you though." She walked away, longing for her guns and sat back with Ron and Harry.
"What was that?" Ron asked glaring.
"Just a little greeting."
"Greeting? It looked like you were making out."
"That might be a good idea. He's not really that bad looking. Maybe if I just dance around him naked he'll-"
"HEMIONE!"
She grinned. "Come on Ron I wouldn't really dance around Malfoy naked." She sipped her drink. "I'd be in my boots." Ron gapped, Harry started laughing.
"I think Vincent was right." She grimaces at the shimmering walls and the dresses a few women wore. "Not me at all." Suddenly a voice behind her spoke.
"He-Hermione?" She spun sharply and smiles at the man behind her. He was tall with dark black hair and emerald eyes that shone with disbelief out from under messy bangs.
"Harry, nice to see me isn't it." He stared and she took in his tux and glossy shoes. "My aren't we dressed up makes me feel horrible." She snapped and she was garbed in a strap less dress of black cotton and satin. A pin with a bronze spider held her hair back from her face and her boots now went knee high. "All better?" Harry looked stunned. "Aw poor baby. Give us a kiss now?"
"Harry who are you-" A red haired man came to stand by Harry and gapped.
"He-Hermione?"
"Honestly, that is not at all how you pronounce my now. It doesn't have as many Hes as all that."
"Hermione you look, you're."
"Different? Yes I know. Things change when you forget people don't they." Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"We didn't forget you Herm," Harry's face looked pleading. "We just.drifted."
"Aw, I don't blame you now do I?" she looped her arms through both of theirs. "Lets just sit down and have a nice chat. OR I might yell at you if I feel like it and give you a nice dose of my.French."
She led them over to a table where they say, Hermione tugging annoyed at the hem of the dress.
"Hermione," Ron asked. "What happened to you?"
"Short version? Um, I was working as an agent, I get bored, also I kind a had an affinity for bombs so that didn't really help. I met a friend who's very good at technical work and I'm kinda a freelance agent type super hero woman. Anything new with you guys."
She sipped a drink as the starred and scanned the crowd. She noticed a tall man with hair so pale it could reflect across the Atlantic Ocean. He wore a black tux that contrasted with his pail skin. "Who's that?"
Harry turned to look and grimaced. "That's Malfoy. You do remember Draco?"
Hermione grinned predatorily. "Do I?" She sat thoughtfully before standing.
"Where are you goin?" Ron asked startled.
"Did I mention my affinity with bombs?" They nodded. "I like things to blow up in people's faces." With that she moved towards Malfoy the evil grin on her face. People glanced, turned away, glanced again and gapped.
She reached him and tapped Draco on the shoulder and he turned and stared. Hermione grinned brighter. "Draco, darling, honey, sweet cakes. How have we been?"
"Who are you?"
"Kind of slow." She moved closer so her lips where by his ear. "Remember the girl who always outdid you in class" Draco jerked back surprised.
"Granger."
"There! That wasn't hard."
Draco sneered. "Make-over. How nice? Are you on corners now?"
"Aw now, I wouldn't want to take your territory sweet heart and P.S. if you call me a whore again. I strap you to a wall and use you as target practice." She gave him pat on the cheek. "Still love you though." She walked away, longing for her guns and sat back with Ron and Harry.
"What was that?" Ron asked glaring.
"Just a little greeting."
"Greeting? It looked like you were making out."
"That might be a good idea. He's not really that bad looking. Maybe if I just dance around him naked he'll-"
"HEMIONE!"
She grinned. "Come on Ron I wouldn't really dance around Malfoy naked." She sipped her drink. "I'd be in my boots." Ron gapped, Harry started laughing.