The beginning of the ending
Disclaimer: Me - JK, can I please, please use your characters, and make them do my biding.
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N/A: Wow, only four reviews and one is a criticism. Now I know more of you are reading, so please tell me your thoughts. I even appreciated the one of 'constructive critizism', and I'm probably going to take some of your advice PigWithHair, but, I will keep the story going along the lines that I have already set. I hope you guys put up with me, as I told PWH in my reply, I only want to have some fun, and I only want the characters to have some fun, its only one night out of so many to come, they deserve this, even if only in OOC, anyway in the end all will work out, of course.
Man, that review shook me, I hope I don't get many more like that, even though I'll welcome all, so please let me hear you.
Chapter 3
The realization, part one
Sean Claude and Pierre hastily stood up when they spotted the girls coming down the stairs.
"We still have a few minutes, before the march to the banquet. Come sit with us, would you like anything to drink?" said Pierre hurriedly.
"Thanks Pierre, but I'll get it; this is my house, you know. Water, Hermione?" Ginny said, seeing that the two guys already had drinks.
"Yeah, Ginny, thanks"
"Ms. Granger, please have a sit. Tell me all about you," said Sean Claude to Hermione with a huge smile and a look of honest curiosity.
"Ok now, you have to call me Hermione. That Ms. Granger stuff is for my professors. And there really is not much to tell. I'm a student at Hogwarts, hopefully it will remain open so that I could enter my seventh year and finish my studies. After that, I don't know, I might want a job at the Department of Mysteries."
"And I'll bet they would be lucky to have you."
"Yeah, I'm sure," replied Hermione dryly, thinking of all the things she would like to see changed in the Department. "But you haven't told me anything about you. Come on, what do you do for a living?"
"Hum, um, I'd much rather talk about you," he said, which made Hermione blush, "but all right. By the way, you look very pretty when you blush," he continued and smiled when he noticed that he had managed to make her blush deepen. He chuckled and said, "My brother and I share a flat in Paris, were we also have a studio. We are photographers for many fashion magazines, mainly wizards' mags, but some Muggle ones too. Have you ever heard of Vogue Magazine, or Elle? We're the photographers for their Paris branch."
Ginny had come back and, handing Hermione her drink, went to sit next to Pierre, who was making room for her. She listened to the conversation, Pierre smiling at her and nodding in accent of what his brother was saying.
"Wow, that sounds so interesting and sophisticated." she said, smiling back at Pierre.
"It is very nice," jumped in Pierre, "sometimes we use witches as models for those magazines. They really get a kick out of seeing their Muggle pictures," he continued in a conspirational tone, "They don't move, you know?"
"I know, my b…um…friend Harry, was brought up by Muggles, he told us about it. That must be so weird."
Hermione said, "I actually have many Muggle pictures of me."
"That's right, you would. How come you never showed us any?" asked Ginny.
"Really, it's amazing that a witch would have even one."
"Really, were you raised by Muggles too?"
Pierre and Sean Claude spoke said at the same time,
Looking at Ginny, because she was again feeling somewhat embarrassed, she said, "Well, I never thought it so extraordinary that I had to just show you," then turning her attention to Sean Claude and Pierre, "My parents are Muggles, they have no magical abilities whatsoever. I am the first of my family, for all I know." She explained to them in a low voice, thinking they might hold this against her, maybe call her a mudblood.
"But that's just great," exclaimed Sean Claude, "you get to enjoy the best of both worlds, and I bet you blend in nicely no matter whose around you." He was beaming at her, and making her feel really good about herself.
'What about you Ginny?' asked Pierre.
'We're purebloods,' she said shortly.
'Well, we knew you guys were something special. Our family is full of mutts, we have Vela, about three half giants, and some Muggles too. As a matter of fact, my grandmother was born to Muggles, she married a pureblood and her only daughter married my father, who, just like you Hermione, was born to Muggles, and here we are. Thankfully we have our abilities, but the Muggle word is not strange to us, you know?'
As he was finishing, Mrs. Weasley came for them. She lined them up to make the grand entrance. This time around, Hermione and Ginny were much more relaxed and comfortable with their partners. In fact, they were smiling up at them as they walked down to the dance floor, were, after Fleur and Bill started their first dance, they bowed to the girls, then placed a kiss on their hands and started to lead them into the dance.
With the Fairies flying hether and tither between the couples, it was truly a magical site. Everyone applauded as they got caught up in the magic.
Bill and Fleur looked brilliantly happy. Charlie wasOK dancing with Gabrielle, he found it amusing that she kept looking up at him smitten with admiration. Ginny and Pierresmiled at each other very so often, as did Hermione and Sean Claude.
That did it. Harry and Ron looked at each other in confusion. Something was wrong here, but they couldn't quite figure out what.