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The sun shined brightly through her window at an early time of six. Hermione groaned and swatted at the beams of light hitting her face as if she could get rid of them by staying in bed. Her alarm began sounding.
"You're going to be late if you stay in bed any longer young lady!"
It was the clock that Mrs. Weasley had bought her when she found out about her new job as a healer. Mrs. Weasley's voice kept repeating the same message until Hermione nearly screamed back at it.
"Go away!"
The clock stopped speaking and silence rang through her perfect room. Everything in it was either a tuxedo white or a soft crème color. Her bed was much like the one she slept in back at Hogwarts. The four posts rose high and nearly reached the ceiling and around it hung a soft white material that allowed much to get through but looked stunning and made her feel safe.
She walked over to her tall dresser and picked out her green smock pants that hung loosely on her, making her look incredibly scrawny and shapeless. Her top consisted of a skin tight and white tank top that hugged her curves and slim figure. She was about to put on her usual long sleave cover-shirt when there came a tap on her window. Looking over she saw two owls and she recognized both.
Opening her window she let Pig and Hermes into her room. Pig flew in and wouldn't settle for landing on her shoulder like Hermes, instead he did circles around her room getting more excited than she had ever seen him. Hermione decided to let Pig have his fun while she read Percy's letter first.
Hermione,
I hope you find yourself well this fine day, Hermione. I understand you have much work today, what with your superior taking off work, but I was hoping you might be able to join my family and I for dinner tonight. My father is insisting that we all go out to a very fancy muggle restaurant called Le Poisante and to let him pay for the meal. So the dress will be very formal.
Love, Percival Anton Weasley
Hermione stifled the laughter threatening to bubble up inside of her. Percy always had a way with making everything sound formal and detailed.
Pig had now settled down beside her and began hooting for his letter to be read next.
Hermione,
I think you may have heard from Percy about this already (can't imagine why from him), but you're invited to have dinner at some fancy muggle restaurant with the gang. I guess you're supposed to wear fancy clothes (much to mine and Harry's disappointment). We're meeting at "Le Poisante" at seven at night inside. I was hoping we might talk alone some too. Maybe catch up a bit - and, umm. you know, that sort of stuff. Well, can't wait to see you tonight!
Love, Ron
The difference between the two letters was astounding and yet she knew which of the two she liked the most. She clutched Ron's letter to her chest and allowed herself to dream of a place where they might be together. However, her alarm clock that was now yelling, "If you don't leave now, you won't get a breakfast, dear!"
"Yeah yeah yeah." Hermione muttered under her breathe.
She quickly jotted down a note to each Ron and Percy that she would love to join them and also made a mental note to herself to drag Ginny shopping with her during her lunch break for a nice dress. Hermione threw on her over shirt and a plain black cloak to wear over her healer clothing and to pad herself from the freezing fall outside.
Luckily, work was rather slow for Hermione and she was able to just stay her desk most of the time filing papers and doing records that she would normally have to do after hours just to get done. When lunch came around there was a knock on her door. With out even looking up from her paper work, she called the person in.
"Still working, eh?" Ginny asked.
Hermione looked up and smiled brightly at her.
"I'd swear it would take giants to move you out from behind that forsaken desk." She commented again.
Hermione giggled at this and began piling her work to the sides and waved her wand at it to completely organize her papers. She nodded with satisfaction and waved her wand at her present attire. It changed from her work uniform to a pair of sensible khaki pants and a light blue sweater that her mother had knitted just a month ago. She left her long curls up in her sloppy bun that had a quill stuck through it and grabbed her money bag. Together, they left for the apparation point to apparate to Hogsmeade. When they arrived, the streets were pretty empty due to the start of the term at Hogwarts.
"We haven't had a reason to go dress shopping in forever." Ginny said. The energy and excitement was radiating off her by the gallons.
"So shall we eat first or shop until our hearts content to start off?" Hermione asked smiling widely.
"Hmmm."
"Shopping!" They squealed together. They set off towards Majora's Fanciful Dress shop to buy the best dresses they could find.
When they arrived, a short plump woman greeted them.
"Can I help you ladies?"
Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other and rolled off an excuse that they were just going to browse on their own. They made their way to the back of the shop where they sold muggle dresses and began sorting out a few of their favorites.
"Oh, Ginny, you have to try this one on. It just screams you." Hermione said while holding out a light pink dress that had petal shaped layers that would go just past her knees. The sleeves, instead of balancing on the shoulders, hung loosely to the sides with a see through material that also had petals around the arms.
"Oh Merlin, it's beautiful!" Ginny gasped.
"I'll find a dress and we can head back together to try them on."
Ginny nodded and began sifting through the remaining dresses shown until she was holding out a long silky and light yellow gown. It had thin straps that criss-crossed in the back and would hang lazily past the hips. The cut in the front was modest, not revealing too much of her lightly tan skin but enough to show that she was indeed a woman.
They went back to the changing rooms and each put on their chosen dress. When they came out to look at each other they gasped. They moved over to the mirrors to be sides by side and they twirled and giggled in delight.
"We'll be such a shock to the men." Ginny commented.
"Maybe even a special man?" Asked Hermione while she elbowed her friend in the ribs.
Ginny blushed pink.
"What are you talking about Hermione?"
"Don't deny it, Gin. You've harbored feelings for my best friend for as long as I can remember."
"That obvious, huh?"
"Sorta."
"What about Ron?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, now that he's back you two will get together, right?"
"We never were together. We're just best friends and nothing more."
"Why do you tell yourself that nonsense?"
"I l-l-like Percy."
"You said you loved him just a month ago." Ginny countered.
"Uh. so?" Hermione asked trying to play dumb.
"So, you love Ron, duh!" Ginny stated as if it was the most obvious connection in the world.
"Right, well you keep thinking that while we pay for these. I should really get back to work. We ended up staying here a lot longer than I thought."
"Oh alright, but I'm meeting you at your place at five so we can do hair and make-up."
Hermione looked horrified at the thought of having to dress herself up with make-up and hair products. She forced herself to stay calm and decided to try to look thoughtful. No one knew this; but it was her face to hide every other emotion she didn't want anyone to see. She had a hunch that she'd be using that face a lot tonight.
The sun shined brightly through her window at an early time of six. Hermione groaned and swatted at the beams of light hitting her face as if she could get rid of them by staying in bed. Her alarm began sounding.
"You're going to be late if you stay in bed any longer young lady!"
It was the clock that Mrs. Weasley had bought her when she found out about her new job as a healer. Mrs. Weasley's voice kept repeating the same message until Hermione nearly screamed back at it.
"Go away!"
The clock stopped speaking and silence rang through her perfect room. Everything in it was either a tuxedo white or a soft crème color. Her bed was much like the one she slept in back at Hogwarts. The four posts rose high and nearly reached the ceiling and around it hung a soft white material that allowed much to get through but looked stunning and made her feel safe.
She walked over to her tall dresser and picked out her green smock pants that hung loosely on her, making her look incredibly scrawny and shapeless. Her top consisted of a skin tight and white tank top that hugged her curves and slim figure. She was about to put on her usual long sleave cover-shirt when there came a tap on her window. Looking over she saw two owls and she recognized both.
Opening her window she let Pig and Hermes into her room. Pig flew in and wouldn't settle for landing on her shoulder like Hermes, instead he did circles around her room getting more excited than she had ever seen him. Hermione decided to let Pig have his fun while she read Percy's letter first.
Hermione,
I hope you find yourself well this fine day, Hermione. I understand you have much work today, what with your superior taking off work, but I was hoping you might be able to join my family and I for dinner tonight. My father is insisting that we all go out to a very fancy muggle restaurant called Le Poisante and to let him pay for the meal. So the dress will be very formal.
Love, Percival Anton Weasley
Hermione stifled the laughter threatening to bubble up inside of her. Percy always had a way with making everything sound formal and detailed.
Pig had now settled down beside her and began hooting for his letter to be read next.
Hermione,
I think you may have heard from Percy about this already (can't imagine why from him), but you're invited to have dinner at some fancy muggle restaurant with the gang. I guess you're supposed to wear fancy clothes (much to mine and Harry's disappointment). We're meeting at "Le Poisante" at seven at night inside. I was hoping we might talk alone some too. Maybe catch up a bit - and, umm. you know, that sort of stuff. Well, can't wait to see you tonight!
Love, Ron
The difference between the two letters was astounding and yet she knew which of the two she liked the most. She clutched Ron's letter to her chest and allowed herself to dream of a place where they might be together. However, her alarm clock that was now yelling, "If you don't leave now, you won't get a breakfast, dear!"
"Yeah yeah yeah." Hermione muttered under her breathe.
She quickly jotted down a note to each Ron and Percy that she would love to join them and also made a mental note to herself to drag Ginny shopping with her during her lunch break for a nice dress. Hermione threw on her over shirt and a plain black cloak to wear over her healer clothing and to pad herself from the freezing fall outside.
Luckily, work was rather slow for Hermione and she was able to just stay her desk most of the time filing papers and doing records that she would normally have to do after hours just to get done. When lunch came around there was a knock on her door. With out even looking up from her paper work, she called the person in.
"Still working, eh?" Ginny asked.
Hermione looked up and smiled brightly at her.
"I'd swear it would take giants to move you out from behind that forsaken desk." She commented again.
Hermione giggled at this and began piling her work to the sides and waved her wand at it to completely organize her papers. She nodded with satisfaction and waved her wand at her present attire. It changed from her work uniform to a pair of sensible khaki pants and a light blue sweater that her mother had knitted just a month ago. She left her long curls up in her sloppy bun that had a quill stuck through it and grabbed her money bag. Together, they left for the apparation point to apparate to Hogsmeade. When they arrived, the streets were pretty empty due to the start of the term at Hogwarts.
"We haven't had a reason to go dress shopping in forever." Ginny said. The energy and excitement was radiating off her by the gallons.
"So shall we eat first or shop until our hearts content to start off?" Hermione asked smiling widely.
"Hmmm."
"Shopping!" They squealed together. They set off towards Majora's Fanciful Dress shop to buy the best dresses they could find.
When they arrived, a short plump woman greeted them.
"Can I help you ladies?"
Hermione and Ginny glanced at each other and rolled off an excuse that they were just going to browse on their own. They made their way to the back of the shop where they sold muggle dresses and began sorting out a few of their favorites.
"Oh, Ginny, you have to try this one on. It just screams you." Hermione said while holding out a light pink dress that had petal shaped layers that would go just past her knees. The sleeves, instead of balancing on the shoulders, hung loosely to the sides with a see through material that also had petals around the arms.
"Oh Merlin, it's beautiful!" Ginny gasped.
"I'll find a dress and we can head back together to try them on."
Ginny nodded and began sifting through the remaining dresses shown until she was holding out a long silky and light yellow gown. It had thin straps that criss-crossed in the back and would hang lazily past the hips. The cut in the front was modest, not revealing too much of her lightly tan skin but enough to show that she was indeed a woman.
They went back to the changing rooms and each put on their chosen dress. When they came out to look at each other they gasped. They moved over to the mirrors to be sides by side and they twirled and giggled in delight.
"We'll be such a shock to the men." Ginny commented.
"Maybe even a special man?" Asked Hermione while she elbowed her friend in the ribs.
Ginny blushed pink.
"What are you talking about Hermione?"
"Don't deny it, Gin. You've harbored feelings for my best friend for as long as I can remember."
"That obvious, huh?"
"Sorta."
"What about Ron?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Well, now that he's back you two will get together, right?"
"We never were together. We're just best friends and nothing more."
"Why do you tell yourself that nonsense?"
"I l-l-like Percy."
"You said you loved him just a month ago." Ginny countered.
"Uh. so?" Hermione asked trying to play dumb.
"So, you love Ron, duh!" Ginny stated as if it was the most obvious connection in the world.
"Right, well you keep thinking that while we pay for these. I should really get back to work. We ended up staying here a lot longer than I thought."
"Oh alright, but I'm meeting you at your place at five so we can do hair and make-up."
Hermione looked horrified at the thought of having to dress herself up with make-up and hair products. She forced herself to stay calm and decided to try to look thoughtful. No one knew this; but it was her face to hide every other emotion she didn't want anyone to see. She had a hunch that she'd be using that face a lot tonight.