Disclaimer: You know already. This story is inspired by the movie "The City of Glass"

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This story is dedicate to my Grandmother, who passed away on 22-1-2005

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Chapter 26: 6th of May 2003

Ron took the diary from Angelina without being asked and started to read it.

Dear Diary,

Yesterday was the Weasley twins' and their wives' wedding anniversary, and they held this really big costume party (they had that idea at the last minute) at George's house! Harry and I were invited. Guess what I was dressing up as? An 18th century muggle army officer! I have no problem finding the costume, Harry's Auror uniform looks exactly like an 18th century military uniform. All I have to do is to add some accessories, dyed it red and shrunk it to my size.

Harry's costume was hilarious; I forced him to wear it. It's a few centuries old as well, but it is a lady's bustle gown! I tried not to laugh when I presented him with the great, round dress the day before the party. The waist was so tiny that I wondered how Harry was going to fit into it.

Harry looked horrified. "Oh my God, I am going to wear a dress?"

"It's a costume party, darling," I said, gathering up the dress so that it would not touch the floor, "Of course we have to wear something special."

"Why can't I wear my uniform instead?" asked Harry.

I rolled my eyes. "Harry, you always walk around with your uniform in the Ministry, it is pretty boring for you to wear it to a costume party as well."

"Well, you are wearing it to the party." said Harry.

"Yes, but I have shrunk, dyed and added accessories to it so that it looked different. Besides, I think it's quite interesting for me to wear a man's clothes while you wear a lady's gown."

Harry placed his hand on my forehead to test my temperature and I pushed his hand away impatiently.

"Come on, Harry, please, it will be fun." I said and pouted.

Harry stared at the dress. "Will I be able to fit into this dress?"

On the evening of the party, Harry and I were in our house, putting up our costumes. I had no problem putting on my costume but poor Harry had a lot of problems with his gown. First, we had to resize it so that it could fit Harry's size, then we found out that the hem was too long after we had enlarged the whole dress so we had to shorten it. Harry had a problem walking around with high heels (I told him to practice walking around with them a few days ago but he wouldn't listen) so after tripping with the shoes on his feet for the third time, Harry gave up wearing them and went for his boots instead, since no one could see his feet under the heavy dress.

After we had settled the dress, I went to get Harry's long and blond wig (he had to at least look like a woman, right?). The problem with Harry's hair was that it was too messy. Some parts of it would stick out no matter I put the wig. In the end I decided to put a sticky charm on Harry's hair, glued the wig on his head and cut whatever that stuck out (It would grow back the next day anyway)

Then I helped Harry to put on some makeup.

"Miss Potter, you looked great." I teased when I was done.

"Thank you, Mr Granger." said Harry in a high-pitched voice.

I laughed.

"Come on, my dear sir, the party is starting." said Harry, standing up.

He took a fan that came with the dress and fanned himself in a ladylike way.

I just kept on laughing.

"Hello…" said Ginny when she opened the door yesterday evening at George's house at 7pm.

She stopped when she saw us.

I smiled, took off my hat and bow slightly. "Good evening, Your Highness."

Ginny was wearing a princess's gown and a tiara. She looked so sweet.

Ginny stared at me in shock. Then she looked at Harry.

Harry curtsied. "Evening, Your Highness." he said in his high-pitched voice.

I giggled.

Ginny looked at us as if we had gone mad. But then she laughed.

"Hahahaha… oh Merlin…" She laughed again. "I never…." Laughter. "…thought that you …" laughter. "…two would dress like this!" She trailed off laughing again.

"It's Hermione's idea." said Harry, grinning.

All three of us laughed.

"Well, come on in, the rest are in the backyard." said Ginny after we had controlled of our laughter and she led us to the back.

When we arrived to the back, we went "wow" at the amount of people that arrived. There must be around 50 people who attended!

Someone just bumped into Harry from behind.

"Ah!" said Harry in a lady's voice. "Look where you going, dear!"

"Sorry, I... " said the black man and then he froze. He looked at Harry carefully before he exclaimed, "Harry!" he slapped Harry on the back. "Great costume, man!"

"Hey, Dean!" said Harry, smiling.

My mouth dropped open. "Dean? Dean Thomas?" I asked.

I looked at Dean, who had changed a lot for the past two years. He still had the babyface but he had well-developed muscles, which he showed off in his muggle football uniform.

"The very same." said Dean, putting his arm around Harry's shoulder. "How's life lately, Harry?"

"Perfect." said Harry, giving me a glance.

I smiled at him.

"And hello, Hermione." said Dean, smiling. "How are you?"

"Great." I said, smiling widely.

"Hm, looks like your marriage is a happy one." said Dean.

I kept the smile on my face but inside, I was saying: "No, my marriage sucks."

The party was great, sometimes it was more like a gathering. So far, I had seen:

Seamus, who dressed up as a banshee, he looked terrifying.

Parvati and Padma, who dressed up like members of the Weird Sisters.

Luna (who was still a bit weird to me, she was married to a wizard who had the interests as hers,), who dressed up as the muggle detective Sherlock Holmes. She said the magnify glass came in handy if she wanted to spot some rare (or to me, nonexistent) creatures in this party, okay…

Hannah Abbott and Ernie Macmillan (who married to each other, which was not very surprising, they had been close since we knew them), who dressed up as the Fat Friar (I think Ernie stuffed something in his clothes to make him look fat) and Helga Hufflepuff.

Justin Finch-Fletchley, who had grown charming after a few years, dressed up as an ancient Greek warrior.

And Susan Bones, who dressed up as an angel.

A lot of people took a double take at Harry when they saw him. Harry smiled at them and I could see that they were trying hard not to laugh.

"Hi Hermione, Harry." said a voice and we turned around.

"Hi Katie!" said Harry. "Hey, Oliver!"

Oliver and Katie Wood stared at us in surprise.

"I thought it was supposed to be the other way round." said Katie, meaning who should wear the costumes.

"We know, but it is a lot more fun this way." said Harry, grinning.

Oliver and Katie smiled at us. "Nice party, huh?" asked Oliver, he dressed up as a Roman emperor.

"It's more like a gathering." I said truthfully.

"Yeah, great, isn't it?" asked Katie, dressing up as a Roman empress.

I nodded.

"How's the twins, by the way?" asked Harry.

"Which twins?" asked Oliver, looking confused.

"Yours." said Harry.

"Oh my twins," said Oliver and he smiled proudly. "They are growing fast. They are getting stronger everyday."

Katie shook her head and sighing happily. "It's a bliss watching them growing everyday."

I felt like sighing as well, but it was not a happy one. I wanted a child as well; I wanted to see him or her growing up in front of me. I wanted to share the joys of parenthood with Harry and exchanging tips about being a mother with Ginny, Katie, Angelina and the others.

When will the divorce papers be ready? When will I gain my freedom?

"Bye!" called Harry and snapped me back to reality.

I looked around. "Where're Oliver and Katie?"

"Gone to see someone else." said Harry and looked at me. "Hermione, are you okay?"

I swallowed. "Yeah, I'm fine."

A wolf whistle was heard. "Hey Harry, nice costume!" someone called.

I looked at who was calling and saw Fred grinning at us. He was dressing up as Egyptian pharaoh.

"Thanks and great party, Fred." replied Harry.

Fred smiled. "Glad that you like it, help yourself with the food and go ahead and dance over there if you want to," he pointed at a large white space near the end of the garden, where a band was playing loudly and people were dancing.

"Where's your brother?" I asked. "And Angelina?"

"For my brother, look for Nearly Headless Nick and as for my wife, look for Cleopatra." said Fred.

"Nearly Headless Nick is here?" asked Harry.

Fred shook his head.

I was confused for a while but then I understood. George must have dressed up as Nearly Headless Nick while Angelina dressed up as Cleopatra.

"All right, thanks and happy anniversary." said Harry.

"Thanks." said Fred, "I got to go and entertain other guests, see you!"

Fred left.

"Come on, Hermione, let's dance!" I thought I heard Harry saying.

I wasn't listening back then; I was wondering when I could celebrate a wedding anniversary again. I had only celebrated one with Viktor because after a year of my marriage, Viktor seemed to have forgotten completely about it.

I wonder would my marriage be different if I'm married to Harry instead of Viktor instead three years ago?

"Hermione?" I heard Harry saying.

I looked at him. "Yes?"

"I said, let's go dancing." He looked worried. "Do you want to see a Healer or something?"

"I'm all right." I said quickly. "Come on, let's dance."

I pulled Harry to the white square and at that point of time, the band had already started to play slower songs.

I smiled at Harry, offered him my hand and bow slightly. "May I have a dance, my dear lady?"

Harry hid half of his face behind his fan and battled his eyelashes at me. "I would be delighted, young man."

I giggled and wanted to put my hand on Harry's waist when he stopped me. "I think I should lead the dancing, young man."

I let him.

Gently, he put his hand around my waist and took my hand with his other. I leaned onto him.

"What's wrong with Hermione, Harry?" asked Dean as he and his partner danced past us a few songs later.

Did I look sick back then?

"Oh, we are just… dancing." said Harry. "I think she had too much of the drinks and thought I am Krum." he added.

"Nice one, Harry." I thought and held on to Harry tighter. "Viktor, hold me closer…" I said, sounding like I was really drunk.

"See?" said Harry to Dean and held me closer.

"Maybe you should send her home." suggested Dean.

Uh oh.

"Viktor, I don't want to go home!" I said, letting go of Harry and throwing my arms around him. "I want to stay in the party…"

"Maybe later." said Harry to Dean.

"All right." said Dean and left with his partner.

"Hermione, I think we should go home." whispered Harry.

"Love to." I said and we were just about to leave the dance floor when Katie came over and asked anxiously, "Harry, Hermione, have you seen Ginny?"

Harry and I shook our heads.

"I have lost her!" said Katie and she frowned deeply. "The last time I saw her was an hour ago. She and Neville have been taken away by Fred and George…"

"Why Fred and George would take them?" asked Harry, confused.

"They said they wanted to play a game but they were short by two players so they took them." said Katie and stomped her feet in frustration. "Now I can't find her. I want to ask her about how to take care of a baby."

"Well, we know that Ginny has dressed up as a princess, but what about Neville?" I asked.

"Dressed up as a prince." said Katie.

"We could help you to find them." said Harry and I nodded.

"Great, I haven't looked into the second floor yet, could you help me to find them? I will get Oliver to help me with the backyard." said Katie.

Harry and I went into George's house and went to the second floor. We knocked on the first door we saw and opened it.

The first room was empty.

We heard laughter and music from the second room. So we went to the second room and guessed what we saw after we opened the door?

Fred and Angelina were doing a belly dance, their costumes showed off their bellies perfectly. George and Alicia, on the hand, were doing strip dancing. Alicia was dressing up as the Grey Lady; at least I think she was. I didn't know what spell did George or Alicia use but they looked slightly transparent.

Ron, Percy and Penelope were laughing, their faces were slightly red. Empty bottles of alcoholic drinks and glasses were on the floor. Loud music was played from the old radio.

"Oh my," I heard Harry saying.

Percy looked up, waved at us madly and cried, "Harry! Hermione! Come here and have some fun!"

Clearly, he was drunk.

"No thanks." Harry yelled over the loud music. "Have you seen Neville or Ginny?"

"What?" asked Penelope.

"Neville and Ginny?" asked Ron and suddenly, he laughed, "out there somewhere, drunk."

"Oh…" said Harry when Percy demanded, "You're not leaving, are you? You can't! Not when the party is still on!"

"Forget it, Harry, they are all drunk and can't say anything that makes sense." I said and we closed the door.

Then we heard wolf whistles from the room and Percy yelling, "Go, George!"

We rolled our eyes at each other. "George probably had taken off his whole costume." I said dryly.

"Where are Neville and Ginny?" said Harry as if I had the answer.

"Let's try the third door." I said and just opened the third door without looking at it.

Harry's eyes widened and his eyebrows raised. "Hermione, close the door."

Still not looking into the room, I asked, "Why?"

"Err…" said Harry slowly.

Curiously, I turned my head. "Wh…" I gasped at the sight in front of me before I covered my mouth.

The room was dark but I could see the situation of the room by the help of the light from the corridor. On the floor were two bottles of Firewhiskey and a pair of heels and boots. Then a tiara was thrown carelessly on a princess's gown. A prince's formal attire was placed right beside the gown.

Then I heard a moan coming from the bed.

I guess you know what's the next sentence that I am going to write now, Diary, isn't it?

That's right; Harry and I had bumped into Neville and Ginny's lovemaking by accident.

I knew I should close the door but I couldn't, because I was too shock by what I had seen. If Harry didn't pull my other hand, drag me out to the corridor and close the door, I think I would stand there for quite a while.

"Okay, so we have found them, now what?" asked Harry, "tell Katie that she can't talk to Ginny right now since she is busy?"

I shook my head to steady myself then I said, "No, tell Katie that…"

"Harry, Hermione, have you found Ginny yet?" asked Katie as she came up the stairs.

"Yes." said Harry while I said, "No."

Katie looked bewildered. "Yes or no?"

Harry was about to speak when I said, "We thought we saw Ginny and Neville but we had mistaken. Maybe they had gone home."

"Oh." said Katie, disappointed. "Then I guess I have to wait for tomorrow, then…"

A cry of ecstasy could be heard.

"What was that?" asked Katie.

"What's what?" asked Harry, looking confused.

"That sound." said Katie.

"What sound?" I asked, playing along with Harry.

Katie wanted to speak when Oliver come up the stairs and called, "Katie, if Ginny is not there, I think we should go home."

"I'm coming!" said Katie. "Well, I better go, see you next time."

Thank you so much, Oliver.

"So now what?" Harry asked me after Katie and Oliver had gone.

"I was thinking of sleeping here. I don't feel like going home right now." I said. "I remember one of the twins saying that we could stay after the party."

"All right." Harry said and went to the fourth room. He knocked.

No answer.

"I think this one is empty." Harry said and opened the door. Sure enough, it was empty, with a double bed in it.

Harry and I went in and I put my hat neatly down on the table. Harry opened the window and looked downstairs. "Looks like a lot of people are still playing downstairs."

I went to the window and looked as well. Guests were still downstairs, dancing and drinking.

"Hermione, could you just get this wig off me?" asked Harry and I rushed to him, laughing.

I took out my wand from my coat and unstuck the wig from his hair. Harry shook his hair free and looked into the mirror.

"Yuck, look at my hairstyle."

I looked and found that without the wig, Harry's hairstyle looked ridiculous after his "haircut". Some parts of his hair were shorter than the rest.

"Don't worry, it will grow back by tomorrow." I said quickly.

"I guess." said Harry dryly.

I untied my hair and shook it free as well.

The band was still playing slow, romantic songs that could be heard from the second floor.

"Hermione?" asked Harry.

"What?"

"I want to continue where we have left off just now." said Harry.

I looked at him and he held out his hand towards me.

Smiling, I walked to him and he took me into his arms.

Slowly and gracefully, we danced to the song. Harry held me close to him while I closed my eyes and enjoyed the dance.

After the dance, we continued to stand at where we were and gazed into each others' eyes. We then kissed. It wasn't a passionate kiss, just a short, tender one that was enough for us to show our love for each other. We hugged each other and didn't let go for a long while.

When we did let go, Harry just carried me up into his arms and to the bed. After he put me down, he lay down right beside me.

As I made myself comfortable beside him, he said softly, "Sweet dreams, Hermione…"

I woke up this morning and saw that it was already 9am. Sunlight was shining through the open window. I rolled on my side to my left and patted Harry's shoulder. "Harry, wake up."

"Hm, what?" asked Harry and opened his eyes slightly. He rubbed on them. His hair had grown back to normal.

I got up and took my hat. Harry got out of the bed as well and took his wig from me. Then we went out of the room.

The house was very quiet. I was wondering where everyone had gone to when suddenly the second door open and Ginny and Neville came out, completely dressed.

"Morning, Harry, Hermione." said Neville, smiling.

"Haven't you two gone home last night?" asked Harry innocently.

"Erm, no." said Ginny slowly, "I remember Neville and I were being forced by Fred and George to drink but we have no idea how we ended up in this room."

"Oh…" said Harry. "You have no idea?"

Ginny shook her head and blushed slightly. Neville just cleared his throat and tugged on his collar as if the weather was hot.

"Why are you blushing, Ginny?" asked Harry.

I wished I could stomp on Harry's foot to stop him from teasing but since I was wearing trousers and Harry was the one wearing the dress, it was a difficult thing to do.

"Where're Fred and George? I think we should leave but we can't find them to say goodbye." I said, changing the topic.

"Last time I remembered seeing them was in that room," said Neville, pointing at the first room.

Without saying anything, Harry walked to the first room, knocked and opened the door.

We went to Harry and looked over his shoulders.

The Weasleys were sleeping soundly in the room. George and Alicia were sleeping on their own bed with the blanket covering them clumsily. Ron was sleeping (and snoring) on an armchair, his legs resting over the armrest. Fred and Angelina were sitting on the floor, with their backs against the wall. Percy and Penelope were sleeping in an ungraceful way (I don't know how to describe it) on the floor.

Harry closed the door. "I think we should just go home quietly."

The Longbottoms and I nodded and we all went towards the stairs. Just when we were about to go down, Ginny suddenly grabbed me, looking extremely pale.

"Hang on; I think I'm going to be sick."

Neville looked sickly green. He shook his head as if he was trying to clear it. He covered his mouth.

Then suddenly, they ran to the end of the corridor, where the toilet was and slammed the door shut.

Oh dear.

"Let's go home, Hermione." said Harry, "I don't think they would come out for a while."

I nodded and we Disapparated.

Haha, Diary, I haven't seen this kind of thing since my seventh year in Hogwarts, when we celebrated our graduation day. I remembered that Ron was so sick after drinking a bottle of Firewhiskey and he puked all over Harry's trainers the next day, before we went to say goodbye to our teachers and leave Hogwarts as graduates. Harry was horrified and in panic, he ran around the common room, not calm enough to remind himself that a simply "Scourgify" spell would clean up his shoes.

Ah, happy times…

I really think I will have more of them in the future, since now I'm with Harry instead of that bastard…

Speaking of Harry, 2 months and 25 days later will be his 24th birthday! Hm, what am I going to get him? It's still early, I know, but it's my darling's birthday we are talking about here! Oh well, I'm going off to think about it now, bye!

Hermione

Everyone was quiet when Ron finished. No one bothered to tease each other about what they had unknowingly done during the party.

Silently, Ron flipped to the next entry. "I think I will read the rest from now on," he said, "any objections?"

Silence.

"Well then, here we go." Ron cleared his throat. "1st of August, 2003."