*Chapter 3: Dinner and Minister*
"Hey Mione. My mum said that we're going out to dinner straight away as soon as we get back home with the Minister of magic, and a couple of other wizards. She wants us to wear nice dress robes, if you have yours here," Ron told her a couple of weeks before they were due to leave.
"Um, ok. I think I have a set, or I'll get some at Hogsmede tomorrow," she told him.
"Do we have a Hogsmede weekend tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"Yeah! Didn't you read the sign in the common room?" she asked Harry incredulously.
"No, I didn't. I expected you to tell me," he said.
Hermione sighed and walked to her new room with the other prefects. She had spent her first night there last night, and Draco had thankfully not given her any problems.
She opened the door and saw Justin and Blaise playing a game of gobstones. They apparently got on pretty well. It was common knowledge that Blaise was the temperamental Slytherin. No one had any idea why he had been sorted into Slytherin.
"Hey Blaise. Hey Justin. Do you know where Padma is?" Hermione asked them.
"Nah sorry Hermione," Blaise said smiling at her.
"I think she went into her room a couple of minutes ago," Justin said.
"Ok, thanks," she said and knocked on Padma's door.
Everyone knew that Padma and Parvati were nearly as rich as the Malfoy's, yet without the Malfoy 'charm'.
She opened the door. "Oh, hey Hermione. Come in," she said as she moved aside to let Hermione in.
Her room was exactly the same as all the others, large, with a gigantic bed, a study table and a huge cupboard, except everything was in blues and white.
"Thanks. I'm going out to dinner with the Minister of Magic the day school ends, and I need to wear dress robes. I wonder if you had any old ones I could borrow?" Hermione asked her. Padma and Hermione had become close friends, because of constant prefect meetings and events.
"Yeah sure. Step into my office," she grinned and opened a door that led to a room filled with clothes.
"Ok, these are all my dress robes," she said pointing to a long rack of different coloured materials.
"Ooh, we're going to have fun," Padma squealed quietly. "Ok, I'm going to hand you a dress and you can step behind these screens," she transfigured her spare cloak into a large opaque screen, "and you have to come out and show me. We'll decide which one's are the best."
"No! I only want to try on your old ones! Nothing new. I'm just going to pick out five ok?" Hermione demanded rather than asked.
"Fine, I know I'm not going to get anywhere by arguing with you so go ahead," Padma sighed.
Hermione pulled out the oldest looking one's she could that were still tasteful.
She draped them over the screen and pulled one down. The first one was a burgundy colour with gold stitching around the trimming. This defiantly wasn't going to work as it made her look like a Goth. She then tried on a lavender one with small silver roses running through the skirt. 'Defiantly not!' she thought. She didn't want to look too dressed up.
She then tried on a pinky orangey coloured one which had a shimmering chiffon thing on top. She really liked this and put it in another pile just in case. The next one was a dark blue with silver lace around the trimmings. 'No way,' she thought and put it away. The last one was a royal blue that looked gorgeous on her, but wouldn't do because it had a raspberry juice stain on it. Padma refused to take the stain out, because apparently an incredibly hot and incredibly famous movie star had laughed at her joke and sprayed juice on her dress.
So Hermione chose the pinkish orangish one in the end.
"Thank you so much Padma!" Hermione said and went back to her room with the dress carefully packaged in a bag thing. She didn't realise how long she had been. The common room was empty and the fire was dying.
She crept back to her room and changed into her pyjamas. She wore her pyjama pants with a singlet top, and then placed a dressing robe around herself. She quietly headed down to the prefects bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Where do you think you're going this late?" a voice said from behind the couch.
"I didn't realise it was this late," she said.
Malfoy stood up from behind the couch and walked towards her. "Little girls like you shouldn't be wandering around in the dark you know," he smirked. He was a couple of feet from her now.
"Someone could just you know," he lunged at her, "attack you."
Hermione yelped and leapt back in shock. "For your information I'm going to brush my teeth. Some people like to have their breath smelling nice and teeth white, unlike others," she said looking pointedly at Draco's mouth. He sneered at her with the faintest line of anger.
"Why do you need your teeth white and breath fresh? It's not like you get close enough to any guys to actually taste or smell your mouth. Only people who have someone to kiss, need to look after their teeth. That includes the whole population though I guess. Oh, except you Granger," Malfoy smirked.
Hermione was hurt and he knew it. He wanted to take back what he had said right then, but his pride wouldn't let him. Hermione's eyes started to fill up, so she didn't see Draco's smirk falter.
"You are a selfish prat. At least when I get a guy, he'll want me for me, not for my talent, or in your case, lack off," Hermione said and then stormed off.
Draco felt a twinge of anger and tried to feel angrier, but ended up feeling he had gotten what he deserved.
Neither of them really talked after that. They were so angry at each other, that they knew, if one of them lashed out, it could turn ugly. The end of term came and it was time to go back to the muggle world. Hermione sleeked her hair down straight and left it out. She wore a small gold pendent shaped like a hollow heart and a gold charm bracelet. Her dress was under her school robes. Her dress luckily reached up to her ankle so she didn't need to hod it up. She wore shiny strappy pink high heels and faltered on every second step. This was apparently an important meeting.
The Weasleys, Hermione and Harry reached a large extravagant looking building in a little town a small distance from Diagon Alley. The place inside was clearly fancy. It looked much like a muggle incredibly posh restaurant. They found the Ministers table and sat down. A few minutes later, another two people arrived, a young boy about Hermione's age sat down next to her. She turned around to say hi and froze. 'What the HELL is he doing here? Is it just me, or does he look ravishing!' Hermione thought.
'What the hell! Is that Granger? Damn she looks fine, even hot. Ooh, I'd like to get her in my bed and. NO NO NO NO NO!!! Sick bad bad thoughts! Think about pink ponies with Pansy's face, eww!' Draco thought and shuddered.
"Hi Malfoy," Hermione say as coldly yet as charmingly as she could.
"Granger," was all Malfoy said.
A/N: Hey, next chapter up. YAY! I haven't read your reviews yet because I haven't even posted up the first chapter yet. Well, review anyway!
"Hey Mione. My mum said that we're going out to dinner straight away as soon as we get back home with the Minister of magic, and a couple of other wizards. She wants us to wear nice dress robes, if you have yours here," Ron told her a couple of weeks before they were due to leave.
"Um, ok. I think I have a set, or I'll get some at Hogsmede tomorrow," she told him.
"Do we have a Hogsmede weekend tomorrow?" Harry asked.
"Yeah! Didn't you read the sign in the common room?" she asked Harry incredulously.
"No, I didn't. I expected you to tell me," he said.
Hermione sighed and walked to her new room with the other prefects. She had spent her first night there last night, and Draco had thankfully not given her any problems.
She opened the door and saw Justin and Blaise playing a game of gobstones. They apparently got on pretty well. It was common knowledge that Blaise was the temperamental Slytherin. No one had any idea why he had been sorted into Slytherin.
"Hey Blaise. Hey Justin. Do you know where Padma is?" Hermione asked them.
"Nah sorry Hermione," Blaise said smiling at her.
"I think she went into her room a couple of minutes ago," Justin said.
"Ok, thanks," she said and knocked on Padma's door.
Everyone knew that Padma and Parvati were nearly as rich as the Malfoy's, yet without the Malfoy 'charm'.
She opened the door. "Oh, hey Hermione. Come in," she said as she moved aside to let Hermione in.
Her room was exactly the same as all the others, large, with a gigantic bed, a study table and a huge cupboard, except everything was in blues and white.
"Thanks. I'm going out to dinner with the Minister of Magic the day school ends, and I need to wear dress robes. I wonder if you had any old ones I could borrow?" Hermione asked her. Padma and Hermione had become close friends, because of constant prefect meetings and events.
"Yeah sure. Step into my office," she grinned and opened a door that led to a room filled with clothes.
"Ok, these are all my dress robes," she said pointing to a long rack of different coloured materials.
"Ooh, we're going to have fun," Padma squealed quietly. "Ok, I'm going to hand you a dress and you can step behind these screens," she transfigured her spare cloak into a large opaque screen, "and you have to come out and show me. We'll decide which one's are the best."
"No! I only want to try on your old ones! Nothing new. I'm just going to pick out five ok?" Hermione demanded rather than asked.
"Fine, I know I'm not going to get anywhere by arguing with you so go ahead," Padma sighed.
Hermione pulled out the oldest looking one's she could that were still tasteful.
She draped them over the screen and pulled one down. The first one was a burgundy colour with gold stitching around the trimming. This defiantly wasn't going to work as it made her look like a Goth. She then tried on a lavender one with small silver roses running through the skirt. 'Defiantly not!' she thought. She didn't want to look too dressed up.
She then tried on a pinky orangey coloured one which had a shimmering chiffon thing on top. She really liked this and put it in another pile just in case. The next one was a dark blue with silver lace around the trimmings. 'No way,' she thought and put it away. The last one was a royal blue that looked gorgeous on her, but wouldn't do because it had a raspberry juice stain on it. Padma refused to take the stain out, because apparently an incredibly hot and incredibly famous movie star had laughed at her joke and sprayed juice on her dress.
So Hermione chose the pinkish orangish one in the end.
"Thank you so much Padma!" Hermione said and went back to her room with the dress carefully packaged in a bag thing. She didn't realise how long she had been. The common room was empty and the fire was dying.
She crept back to her room and changed into her pyjamas. She wore her pyjama pants with a singlet top, and then placed a dressing robe around herself. She quietly headed down to the prefects bathroom to brush her teeth.
"Where do you think you're going this late?" a voice said from behind the couch.
"I didn't realise it was this late," she said.
Malfoy stood up from behind the couch and walked towards her. "Little girls like you shouldn't be wandering around in the dark you know," he smirked. He was a couple of feet from her now.
"Someone could just you know," he lunged at her, "attack you."
Hermione yelped and leapt back in shock. "For your information I'm going to brush my teeth. Some people like to have their breath smelling nice and teeth white, unlike others," she said looking pointedly at Draco's mouth. He sneered at her with the faintest line of anger.
"Why do you need your teeth white and breath fresh? It's not like you get close enough to any guys to actually taste or smell your mouth. Only people who have someone to kiss, need to look after their teeth. That includes the whole population though I guess. Oh, except you Granger," Malfoy smirked.
Hermione was hurt and he knew it. He wanted to take back what he had said right then, but his pride wouldn't let him. Hermione's eyes started to fill up, so she didn't see Draco's smirk falter.
"You are a selfish prat. At least when I get a guy, he'll want me for me, not for my talent, or in your case, lack off," Hermione said and then stormed off.
Draco felt a twinge of anger and tried to feel angrier, but ended up feeling he had gotten what he deserved.
Neither of them really talked after that. They were so angry at each other, that they knew, if one of them lashed out, it could turn ugly. The end of term came and it was time to go back to the muggle world. Hermione sleeked her hair down straight and left it out. She wore a small gold pendent shaped like a hollow heart and a gold charm bracelet. Her dress was under her school robes. Her dress luckily reached up to her ankle so she didn't need to hod it up. She wore shiny strappy pink high heels and faltered on every second step. This was apparently an important meeting.
The Weasleys, Hermione and Harry reached a large extravagant looking building in a little town a small distance from Diagon Alley. The place inside was clearly fancy. It looked much like a muggle incredibly posh restaurant. They found the Ministers table and sat down. A few minutes later, another two people arrived, a young boy about Hermione's age sat down next to her. She turned around to say hi and froze. 'What the HELL is he doing here? Is it just me, or does he look ravishing!' Hermione thought.
'What the hell! Is that Granger? Damn she looks fine, even hot. Ooh, I'd like to get her in my bed and. NO NO NO NO NO!!! Sick bad bad thoughts! Think about pink ponies with Pansy's face, eww!' Draco thought and shuddered.
"Hi Malfoy," Hermione say as coldly yet as charmingly as she could.
"Granger," was all Malfoy said.
A/N: Hey, next chapter up. YAY! I haven't read your reviews yet because I haven't even posted up the first chapter yet. Well, review anyway!