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The Drawing
Chapter Four
Hermione knew she would always remember standing on the train platform with Ginny for the rest of her life, staring out into the sea of people while the mayor droned on with his speech. The excitement in the air was almost palpable, the crowd humming with intensity as they listened to the mayor. Hermione could pick out familiar faces from where she stood. Fours and Fives she had worked with and saw on a regular basis were holding up posters with her and Ginny's names on them while others had expressions of thinly veiled jealousy.
Ginny had taken to the crowd instantly, smiling and waving out at them from the moment they had been escorted to the platform. It shouldn't have surprised Hermione – Ginny had always been charismatic – but it did. For some reason, Hermione had thought that Ginny would react to this situation the same way she did, thought that Ginny would be as uncomfortable and awkward as she was. That wasn't the case. Ginny was radiant and fell into her role seamlessly.
Hermione, on the other hand, felt extremely out of place. It didn't matter how hard she tried, every time she smiled out to the crowd it felt more like a grimace than anything. The sheer number of people in front of her was absolutely terrifying and she felt like she was going to be sick. Still, Hermione knew she had to try, especially after seeing Amelia's pointed look. It wasn't as vibrant or exaggerated as Ginny's was, but Hermione still managed to smile and wave.
After the mayor concluded his long-winded speech, Amelia announced it was time to say goodbye to their families. Hermione immediately turned into her mother, burying her face into the crook of her neck. "I am so proud of you," her mother whispered. She pulled back and gazed lovingly at her daughter. "Your father sends his love and said to tell you how proud he is as well."
Hermione tried to smile but knew it came out forced. She had desperately wanted to see her father one last time before leaving but Amelia's tight scheduling made it impossible to do so. She had promised Hermione there were phones at the palace she could use to talk to her father. Hermione was going to hold the woman to that.
Hermione's mother gave one her one last squeeze before letting go of her and hurrying over to Ginny. Molly appeared in front of Hermione and pulled her into one of her bone crushing hugs. "I'm rooting for the both of you," she said, looking proudly at Hermione. "You and Ginny look beautiful today."
Hermione glanced down at her outfit. Both she and Ginny were wearing black trousers and a white blouse to wear to the castle. All of the Ladies of the Drawing would be wearing the same outfit, with accessories in the colors that represented their provinces. Hermione had been given a silk red and gold neck scarf. Ginny, a high-waisted red and gold belt.
"Thank you," Hermione said. Her smile felt more genuine now.
Molly grinned and stepped aside as Ron approached her, stuffing his hands into the pockets of his jeans. "I'd hug you but I don't want Prince Harry thinking you're cheating on him," he joked with a grin. Something twisted in Hermione's gut when she saw that his smile didn't quite reach his eyes.
"We wouldn't want that, would we?" she retorted weakly.
"Good luck, Hermione," he said.
"Thanks."
An awkward silence followed and Hermione was glad when Amelia announced it was time to leave. Hermione's mother gave her one last hug and then handed her the small suitcase she was bringing with her.
Hermione and Ginny waved one last time to the crowd and then stepped onto the train. They had an entire train car to themselves that was decked out in the red and gold Gryffindor had been known for. Plush sofas and chairs were placed all over and there was even a bar equipped with its very own bartender. A beautiful, ornate table was situated in the middle of the room surrounded by high back chairs.
Hermione quickly dropped her suitcase and hurried to the window, pushing it open. Sticking her upper body out, she waved at her mother and the Weasleys as the train jolted into motion. She gave them a final wave before pulling back into the car.
"I suggest you ladies get some rest while you can," Amelia stated. She sat down in one of the plush chairs and pulled out a book. "You'll have a busy day when we arrive."
"I don't think I could rest if I tried," Ginny laughed. She placed her large suitcase by Hermione's and went to a pair of sofas by a window. Hermione followed the redhead and sat down on the sofa opposite of her, watching as the train began to pick up speed.
They settled into a comfortable silence, content with watching the countryside as the train sped by. Now that all the excitement was, at least for the moment, over with, Hermione was left feeling emotionally drained. Ginny's eyes were unfocused in front of her as she idly played with the end of her belt.
Almost an hour later, Hermione could see that they were approaching a city. She sat up straighter, leaning into the window to try and see more. The train began to slow down as they hit the city limits and Amelia got up from her chair with a quiet, "Excuse me."
"Are we there?" The sudden change of momentum snapped Ginny out of her thoughts and she twisted her body to look out the window.
"I don't think so." Hermione shook her head. "We shouldn't be there yet. It's only been about an hour since we left."
Hermione felt her eyes widen as the train pulled to a stop at the station. People were everywhere. Muffled cheers and the sound of live music filtered in through the closed windows as both Hermione and Ginny pressed themselves against the window for a better look.
"I think we're picking up someone," Ginny said. She pointed to where they could just make out Amelia walking across the platform. The crowd parted and a slim looking woman went up to Amelia, waving at the people around her. They spoke briefly and then the two of them began walking back to the train.
A sign out in the crowd caught Hermione's eye as it twinkled magically.
Katie Bell for Queen!
Hermione pulled away from the window, dragging Ginny with her as people started to realize they were in there. She watched in amusement as the redhead took a few deep breaths and smoothed out her trousers. "Do I look okay?" she asked.
Hermione grinned. "Beautiful," she replied dutifully. Ginny grinned back and reached out, squeezing her hand. They turned and faced the door, waiting for Amelia and Katie to make their appearance.
The car door slid open moments later. Amelia seemed momentarily stunned to see Hermione and Ginny waiting for them. She stepped aside to let Katie in as the train lurched into motion.
Hermione felt Ginny tense up beside her.
"Hi!" Katie greeted. Her brown eyes twinkled excitedly as she rushed forwards, grabbing each of their hands. Like Hermione, Katie wore the same red and gold neck scarf. "It's so nice to meet the both of you!"
The genuine sincerity in Katie's expression took Hermione by surprise and she took an involuntary step back. She wasn't expecting cattiness and drama right off the bat, but she wasn't quite expecting Katie's warm reception, either. Glancing to the side, Hermione could tell from Ginny's shocked expression she felt the same way.
"It's nice to meet you, too." Hermione finally managed to bring herself to speak. "I'm Hermione and –"
"You're Ginny, right?" Katie finished, her eyes darting between the two of them.
"Uh, yeah," Ginny squeaked.
Katie's eyes went wide once she realized she was still holding their hands and quickly dropped them. Her cheeks went a pretty shade of pink and she took a step back. "Oh. I'm so sorry, I'm being a bit too forward, aren't I?" She chewed her lip anxiously. "I just got so excited about meeting you two that I forgot myself."
"No, not at all!" Ginny said. "I think we just weren't expecting someone so… nice?"
There was an awkward pause as the three of them stood there, none of them sure what to do or say next. Hermione's eyes shifted around the car, her eyes falling on Amelia sitting on a sofa in the corner. She was watching the exchange with a neutral expression, a closed book in her lap. The book snapped open when their eyes met and she looked down, not acknowledging Hermione.
Ginny took the lead by gesturing to the large table in the room, going over to it and sitting down. Hermione took a seat across from Ginny, clasping her hands together on the table. They shared a look as Katie sat down next to Ginny. It felt uncomfortable to be sitting down at a table with a Three, even though Amelia was constantly reminding Hermione that she was a Two now. It just didn't seem right.
"So," Katie began pleasantly. If she could feel the awkward air in the car compartment didn't show it. "I feel like I know what your likes and dislikes are, but what do you two do?"
"Like… in work?" Ginny asked slowly. Katie nodded eagerly. "I work, used to work, at a hotel."
Katie's eyes were wide as she listened to Ginny explain the duties she had at the hotel, nodding every once and a while. Hermione stayed silent, her own eyes darting back and forth as she scrutinized Katie's face for any hint of sarcasm or the like. She flipped through the Drawing applications in her mind, trying to recall what she'd read about the young woman in front of her.
Katie Bell was a Three from one of the bigger cities in Gryffindor. Hermione recognized the name being attached to a sporting goods shop that had grown in popularity in the past decade. Her answers for the application were appropriate for that sort of upbringing. She liked doing athletic activities and playing Quidditch but her answers felt to Hermione like she was holding back.
Even now, as Hermione watched Ginny and Katie talk, it was as though Katie was being intentionally vague. She was giving little tidbits about herself but they seemed generic, like she was purposely leaving things out. Ginny didn't seem to notice this and she kept on talking with an open honesty that Hermione felt to be foolish.
There was a lull in the conversation and Ginny leaned over to where Amelia had been, quietly reading her book. "Amelia," she called out. "Will we be picking up Cho Chang as well?"
Amelia put her book down and looked slightly uncomfortable. "No," she said slowly. "Lady Cho's been on the train this entire time."
Hermione, Ginny, and Katie looked at each other in confusion. "Why isn't she here then?" Katie asked.
"Lady Cho requested that she have her own separate car on the way to the castle."
Hermione's eyebrows rose. She wished she could say she was surprised at the audacity of that request but after years of hearing horror stories about the Changs from other Fives, she wasn't. "Is that even allowed?" she asked instead.
"The entire train is just to bring you four to capital. If you wanted, each of you could have multiple cars to yourself." Amelia looked like she desperately wanted to escape the car and got up, walking towards the door. "In fact, I should probably go check in on Lady Cho."
Ginny and Katie both looked upset at Amelia's words as she left. Hermione exhaled loudly and leaned back in her chair. She wasn't too bothered by this fact; she'd spent the last week preparing for this type of attitude. Ginny, on the other hand, looked angry while Katie looked just sad.
"Come on, you two," Hermione began. "Don't let it get to you. Katie, you probably don't know this but Cho Chang has a bit of a reputation where we are from."
"She does?" Katie asked quietly.
That seemed to snap Ginny out of whatever funk she'd been in. She began nodding vigorously, leaning forward on the table. "I've been lucky to not have to work with her or her family but my mum and Hermione have had to." Katie's eyes were now wide as she took in Ginny, seemingly enthralled with her story. "She thinks the world of herself and anyone lower than a Three is beneath her. Don't let this bother you, Katie. She's not worth it."
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It was another hour until Hermione felt the train begin to slow down. She looked up from where she had perched herself on one of the sofas while Ginny and Katie rushed over to the windows.
"Look at all the people!" Ginny gasped. "We haven't reached the station yet and the streets are packed!"
The curiosity became too much for Hermione and she got up, joining the two of them at the windows. People were lined up by the tracks of the train holding posters and streamers, waving them wildly as the train passed by.
"This is amazing!" Katie laughed, clapping gleefully. "Oh, look! I see my name!"
The door opened and Amelia walked in, followed by a stunningly beautiful Chinese woman. Hermione took a step back from the window, eyeing the new person warily. Cho Chang had a certain type of beauty that would have intimidated Hermione if it weren't for the ugly scowl she wore. She had the same red and gold high-waisted belt that Ginny had on.
"Look alive, ladies," Amelia called out. "We'll be at the station in about five minutes and then off to the castle. There's a lot to do in very little time so we mustn't dawdle."
Amelia excused herself to go talk with the guards. Cho stood by the door, arms crossed over her chest, and not bothering to hide her disdain of being in the same room as the others. Ginny and Katie stepped away from the windows and looked at Cho with open curiosity. Ginny looked like she was getting ready to say something when Katie stepped forward, flipping her shoulder length brown hair over her shoulder as she marched up to Cho.
"Cho Chang!" Katie greeted, her voice taking on an overly sweet tone. Hermione and Ginny looked at each other nervously. "It's so great to finally meet you! My name is Katie Bell and this is Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger."
Cho kept her arms crossed over her chest and sneered, her dark eyes darting between the three of them. "Yes," she responded shortly. "I know."
Katie didn't outwardly react to Cho's icy tone and kept on talking like they were the best of friends, chattering on about how excited she was to finally see the castle. Hermione couldn't help but be in awe of the other Gryffindor. She was sure that Katie would've cowered under the intimidating glare of Cho but Katie met her gaze straight on. There was definitely more to Katie than meets the eye.
"Showtime, ladies!" Amelia returned a few moments later. Cho turned on her heel immediately, walking out before Amelia finished talking. "Leave your bags here and follow me."
"That was amazing," Ginny whispered to Katie.
Katie shrugged daintily, a small satisfied smirk appearing on her lips. "Those types of people are easy to deal with."
"We don't have all day, ladies." Amelia shot the women a pointed look.
Katie hurriedly apologized and walked out of the car. Hermione took a deep breath, trying to ignore the fluttering in her stomach that suddenly errupted. She stepped out onto the platform and was greeted to a sea of people that went back a couple of blocks. A good half of the people held signs with Cho or Katie's names but there was a handful of people that held signs with Hermione or Ginny's name. Hermione felt a small tingle of pleasure as her eyes caught sight of a little girl holding a poster with her name on it.
Hermione and Ginny fell into line beside Katie and Cho, Hermione slowly raising her hand to wave at the crowd. Beside her, Cho had transformed from that ugly, scowling harpy she'd been a few minutes beforehand into a beautiful, excited young woman waving at the crowd.
At the bottom of the platform's stairs was a deep red carpet that split the crowd and ended by the open door of a black limousine. Fences on either side of the carpet kept the crowd at bay while guards were stationed every few feet, facing the people with stoic expressions.
As soon as Hermione, Ginny, and Katie stepped up beside her, Cho left the platform and began strutting down the red carpet like she owned it. She made sure to place herself directly in the middle of the carpet so no one could walk beside her or pass her, waving to the people on either side. Katie hurried after Cho, walking just a few steps behind her with a little skip in her step. Hermione heard Ginny take a deep breath as she walked down the stairs after the two of them.
Hermione apparently took too long for Amelia's liking and was given a tiny shove, forcing her down the stairs. Hermione gulped and followed after Ginny, feeling a bit dazed at the people screaming her name as she passed. The sound increased in volume now that Hermione had reached the ground level and she could feel it in her chest. Her heart thudded painfully and she became thankful for the guards that were nearby. There were too many people.
A small book tumbling to the ground in front of them caught Hermione's attention. Without missing a beat, Cho took an obvious step over the book and continued on walking, ignoring it completely. Katie stepped over it as well, although it was clear she hadn't been paying attention as she continued on her way, her gaze on the people all trying to get her attention. A small girl of about eleven or twelve was trying to reach down and grab the book but wasn't able to because of the crowd pushing up behind her.
Hermione paused by the book and bent down, picking it up and handing it to the little girl with a smile, "Here you go."
The little girl looked up with wide, shocked blue eyes as she clutched the book to her chest. "Thank you," she whispered, red tinging her cheeks.
Hermione grinned at the girl and turned away. She made it a few feet when she heard the little girl call out, "Wait!" Hermione turned around and saw the book was now outstretched in one hand and a pen was in the other. "Can I have your autograph?"
She felt herself freeze, heat rushing to her cheeks. "You want my autograph?" Hermione repeated, staring at the little girl in shock. Amelia gently nudged her towards the girl. Hermione tilted her head, unable to stop the words coming out of her mouth, "Why?"
"Because you're Lady Hermione," she responded slowly, as if explaining something simple to a very small child.
Hermione swallowed the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat and nodded. She gingerly, reverently, took the book and opened it to the front page, grabbing the pen and quickly signing her name. She paused for a moment and then wrote 'thank you' underneath her signature before handing the book and pen back to the little girl.
Things were suddenly pushed towards Hermione as the crowd swarmed around her, pleading for autographs. Hermione shot a worried look at the little girl as she grabbed the magazine that was in front of her. She didn't seem to mind the people slamming up against her, her gaze dreamy as she looked down at Hermione's signature.
Hermione signed as many things as she could before Amelia appeared at her side and forced her to continue down the carpet. The others had already reached the limousine, although Ginny was the only one waiting for her.
"That was so awesome," Ginny grinned at Hermione as they got into the limousine. Amelia closed the door and the car drove off.
"I cannot believe that happened," Hermione said, shaking her head and giving a disbelieving laugh. Cho looked absolutely livid and huffed loudly before she turned to stare moodily out the window. Hermione resisted rolling her eyes and turned to Amelia. "I'm sorry if I made us late," she apologized.
"Don't worry about it," Amelia brushed Hermione off. There was a smile on her face and if Hermione didn't know any better, she'd say it was a proud smile.
The limousine drove over a large bridge and suddenly they were surrounded by rolling hills. Small buildings dotted the skyline and beyond that, a forest. Ginny's sharp intake of breath made Hermione turn and she couldn't keep the gasp from escaping, either.
Hogwarts castle was massive, its towers so high Hermione had to crane her neck to see the top of them. The limousine stopped in a rounded driveway and the door to Hermione's right was suddenly opened. A guard extended his hand for Hermione to take and she grasped it, staring up at the castle as it loomed over them. Even Cho looked awestruck as she got out of the vehicle.
Amelia allowed the girls a moment to take in the castle before she walked briskly up to the large front doors. The doors swung open and she stepped inside. Hermione snapped out of her stupor and followed after the older woman.
The interior of the castle was warm and inviting, despite being encased by stone walls and floors. Banners of reds, greens, yellows, and blues tumbled from ceiling to floor, each province's insignia proudly displayed. What really caught Hermione's attention was the glass cases placed throughout the main hall filled with antiques. She wanted to stop and take a closer look at them but Amelia kept walking through the hall and towards another set of double doors.
They were led into another room that looked more like a waiting room. Hermione felt herself tense as she spotted photographers and cameramen milling around. They all stopped talking and turned to look at them when they entered but, thankfully, didn't start filming them.
Amelia stopped in front of another set of closed doors (Hermione wondered just how many rooms were in the castle) and clapped her hands loudly. "Behind me is what is known as the Ladies Room," she began, her voice echoing slightly. "It is where all of you will spend your free time when not in lessons, entertaining guests, or being with royalty. Right now, it's set up as a salon where each of you will meet with a stylist and your head maid. They will help you with your makeover."
Amelia pointed off to the side where a backdrop and expensive, professional looking lights were setup. "Before you head into the Ladies Room, each of you will get your 'before' picture taken. Don't be surprised when you see people taking pictures or recording you while getting your makeover. They need footage for the special that will be airing tomorrow night."
Amelia reached back and knocked on the doors behind her. They opened and the girls were greeted to the sight of people rushing back and forth, yelling out names of colors and asking things like, 'Has anyone seen the butterfly broach?'
Cho took the initiative by strutting over to where they were to get their photos taken. She posed dramatically as the cameras flashed and then made her way into the Ladies Room. A stylist swept her up as soon as she entered the room and she disappeared.
Hermione closed her eyes and took a deep breath as Ginny left her side. Would she really be able to do this? This was way outside of her comfort zone and without someone like Amelia around to constantly remind Hermione of what she was to do…
You're doing this for Dad. You can do this, Hermione.
A hand touched her arm and her eyes snapped open.
"Are you okay?" Katie asked quietly, keeping her voice down to not draw anyone's attention. Hermione was grateful for that.
"I'll be fine," she lied. "This is just a little… intense."
"It certainly is nerve-wracking," Katie agreed. Ginny finished with her photos and Katie looked at her. "Do you mind if I…?"
"Go ahead."
Katie smiled at Hermione, giving her arm a squeeze before walking over to the photographer. Ginny gave Hermione a worried look as she walked into the Ladies Room. There was another flurry of activity at her arrival and she was swept away.
Katie finished with her photos and walked into the Ladies Room, leaving Hermione alone with the photographers. She set her shoulders and walked over to them, her pulse thrumming wildly like a hummingbird.
"Smile, Lady Hermione," the photographer instructed.
Hermione took a deep breath and tried to smile as the photographer snapped away. She could tell from his expression that the photos weren't going to turn out as nice as the others. Why couldn't Amelia have spent a week teaching Hermione how to pose properly or smile without looking awkward instead of when was the appropriate time to use a salad fork? Posing for pictures was something that Hermione was actually going to do. The photographer shooed Hermione away and she turned, feeling her mood shifting into something darker.
A woman with short brown hair rushed Hermione as soon as she walked into the Ladies Room. Her bright blue eyes twinkled with excitement as she gave a deep curtsy. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Lady Hermione," she said. "My name is Tonks and I will be your head maid during your stay at the castle. Please, if you'll follow me."
Tonks didn't give Hermione a chance to respond before she turned around and walked off to a station. Hermione followed after her, looking around at the large room they were in. Large bay windows lined one of the walls, filling the room with natural light. On the other side of the room Hermione could see a familiar looking redhead sitting down on a stool and talking with a camera crew. Susan Bones tossed her head back and laughed at whatever the person said before jumping up and walking away.
A tall man with cropped black hair jumped into Hermione's line of sight, making her take a step back. He grinned at her and ushered her into a chair, smiling with teeth that looked a little too white. Tonks scampered off out of the room.
"Lady Hermione," the man greeted, putting his hands on her shoulders and looking at her by her reflection. "Let me say it is an honor to help make you over for the Drawing."
"Thank you?" Hermione was sure her words came out as more of a question as the man barked out a loud laugh.
"Alright, let's talk business," he said, turning serious. "What type of image were you thinking of going for?"
"Uh…" Hermione froze, her eyes locked on the man's reflection above her. Amelia had mentioned something about an image back when they'd first met but she hadn't put too much thought into it. She had lumped 'image' in with 'makeover,' thus not really caring about it. It was clear that the stylist was expecting her to have an idea. "I'm not too sure."
He looked slightly put out by her words and stepped back. Hermione fought to stay still under his gaze, his eyes roaming her body as he slowly circled around her. "Not sexy, I don't think," he muttered to himself, his ringed hand coming up to caress his chin. Hermione's eyes widened at his bluntness. Before she had the time to even think about feeling insulted, he continued muttering. "Too many are going for sexy. You have too much of a mature air for innocent… studious, maybe?" His eyes flicked back to Hermione's.
"Can't I just be me?" Hermione asked slowly. She really didn't like the idea of having an image.
The man stared at Hermione for a moment before bursting out into loud, obnoxious laughter. People around them paused with what they were doing to stare. "Can't I just be me," he laughed, swiping a finger under his eye. "Oh, maybe innocent is the way to go after all."
Hermione's steadily increasing bad mood took a nose dive and she glared at him through the mirror, her face heating up. What was so funny about what she said? The man took one look at Hermione once he was finished making himself laugh and his expression sobered up instantly. "Forgive me, Lady Hermione. I didn't mean to offend you," he apologized. "The people I makeover rarely ask to just be themselves and it caught me off guard."
Tonks returned at that moment, pushing a large rack of dresses up beside the stylist. She seemed to sense the tension coming off of Hermione and paused, glancing warily between the two of them. "Antoni?" she questioned.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just making an ass out of myself like usual." He waved his hand and went back behind Hermione, once again looking at her reflection. "So, here's what I'm thinking. We don't want to do too much with her hair, maybe cut the split ends off and help manage the curls but let's leave the colour."
Tonks nodded, grabbing a notepad and writing down what Antoni said. Hermione sat back with a huff as he continued to eye her with a calculating look. His apology did little to help the feeling that Hermione didn't belong there.
"Clean up the eyebrows and go light on the makeup – we want a nice, natural baseline to start. I'm thinking the blue sundress and…" Antoni trailed off, his eyes narrowing as he looked down at Hermione's hands. She looked down with a frown but she couldn't see anything. Antoni picked up one of her hands and rubbed his thumb over her knuckles.
Oh.
Hermione swallowed and looked away, her anger quickly replaced with shame. He was asking about the scars she had. She bit her lip, not sure what to say. The life of a Five, right? Hermione had a feeling that wouldn't go over well if she said that.
"Lady Hermione," Antoni whispered. Hermione glanced up at him and was horrified to see the pity in his eyes. Tonks looked over his shoulder to see what he was talking about and gasped. "Oh, my lady, I'm so sorry."
Hermione pulled her hand from his grip and placed them on her lap. She cleared her throat. "It's fine," she mumbled hoarsely.
"No, it's not." Antoni sighed. He rubbed his forehead and looked at Tonks. "Change of plans. We'll dress her in that peach day dress and use the gloves."
Hermione frowned as Tonks nodded and went to the rack of dresses. "If I'm the only one wearing gloves it's going to be suspicious," she pointed out. As subtly as she could, she shifted so she was sitting on her hands.
Antoni smiled at her, although it didn't quite reach his eyes. "That's why we're picking the peach dress," he quipped. "The gloves match the trim. They're an accessory."
Hermione pursed her lips but didn't respond. A cameraman came by at that moment and she fought hard to clear her expression. The cameraman did a circle around Hermione and Antoni and then moved on to Ginny's station.
"It won't be an every day thing," Antoni promised, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Today will be the only day that the cameras will try and get close ups to what you'll be wearing. This is the day that matters. Trust me."
Hermione sighed. Antoni did have a point. "Okay," she relented.
Antoni gave her a bright smile and squeezed her shoulders. "Let's get started then."
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True to Antoni's word, Hermione's makeover was light. He and Tonks spent a fair amount of time 'redefining' Hermione's eyebrows and working on making her curls more manageable. He handed a bottle of hair product to Tonks for her to use later on, winking at Hermione as he did so. He pinned the sides of her hair up and then declared her hair 'fit for a lady.'
For makeup, Hermione was quite happy that very little was done in that aspect as well. Neutral eyeshadow was applied to her eyelids and then lined with a soft brown eyeliner and mascara. A soft, rosy blush and glossy lip balm completed the look.
Antoni prodded Hermione to stand and go into a change room off to the side. Tonks joined Hermione seconds later, holding a rosy peach dress. Hermione took the dress and frowned when Tonks stayed in the change room. "I'm going to change now?" she prompted.
"I'll help you." Tonks shrugged and smiled, seemingly not at all bothered by the idea of her undressing in front of her.
"Uh," Hermione stuttered. "I'm not comfortable undressing in front of people."
Tonks made a sound and gave her a reassuring smile. "Forgive me, my Lady."
"What, no you don't have to –" Hermione began but Tonks had already slipped out of the change room. Hermione sighed. "Apologize," she finished, glancing down at the dress in her hands before changing. The fabric was soft and smooth against Hermione's skin; it was the softest piece of clothing she had ever worn before. The skirt fell just above her knees and the square neckline was modest, the sleeves resting just above her elbows. As she examined herself in the mirror, the divider was snapped open.
"I like it," Tonks announced, handing her a pair of strappy sandals with a little kitten heel. Antoni appeared behind her with a pair of gloves that matched the dress's colour exactly. The two of them helped Hermione into her shoes and gloves and then proceeded to put a matching bracelet and necklace on.
Antoni moved Hermione over to a three-way mirror and stepped back, nodding in satisfaction. "There you go," he grinned, a mischievous twinkle in his eye. "You're still you."
Hermione rolled her eyes but couldn't stop the small smile on her face. "Thank you." Antoni was overbearing and Tonks seemed too eager to please, but Hermione had to admit that the two of them made Hermione look good.
"Lady Hermione, if you'll follow me," Tonks began, gesturing to where Hermione had seen Susan Bones earlier, "it's time for your interview."
Hermione instinctively straightened as she followed Tonks, her stomach a bundle of nerves. What were they going to ask her? They were sure to bring up her being a Five at some point. If they did, how would they ask about it? Was she even going to make it through the interview without stuttering? Probably not. What if they asked Hermione to take off her gloves? She could feel herself begin to sweat.
The interviewer looked up from her notes as Hermione approached. "Lady Hermione!" she greeted, putting her clipboard down. She rushed over to her and eagerly shook her hand. "So nice to meet you. You look gorgeous today."
"Thank you." Hermione became intensely aware that the cameraman had turned his camera onto her as the interviewer led her to the stool.
"There's nothing to be scared of," she said, sensing Hermione's hesitation. "I'll just ask a few questions and if you mess up we can try again, okay?"
Hermione's smile became more genuine as she nodded. Thank God.
"First question," the woman said, grinning. "What do you think of the castle?"
The question was so simple and generic that it made Hermione laugh in surprise. "It's huge," she said, shaking her head. "I don't know how people find their way around in here."
This earned her some chuckles. Hermione sat up straighter, her confidence increasing. This wasn't so bad. She could do this.
"The day's been pretty hectic for you, hasn't it?"
Hermione nodded, grateful yet again for the simple question. "It's been a lot of hurry up and wait," she said thoughtfully. "We were rushed when going to the train or from the car to the castle, but the actual travel time was quite long."
"Speaking of 'we,' how does it feel to have a friend in the Drawing with you?" the interviewer asked. "This sort of thing has never happened before."
There was the hard question that Hermione had been expecting. To be fair, it wasn't really a hard question at all. Hermione and Ginny knowing each other beforehand was already big news among the public. "I'm thankful that I'm not alone in this," Hermione said.
The interviewer smiled and got up. "That's it, thanks for your time."
"That's it?" Hermione asked. She'd been expecting more questions.
"That's it." The woman nodded. "We only have so much time for the report and all sixteen of you have to have the same air time. Rather painless, right?"
Hermione nodded. Tonks suddenly appeared at Hermione's side and was ushering her over to a sofa before she could even comprehend what happened. She'd done it. She'd survived her first interview and it hadn't been as horrible as she thought! A small smile began to spread across her face and she bit her lip, trying to keep it hidden.
"Looks like you're the first one done," Tonks observed as Hermione sat down on the sofa. Ginny, Katie, and Cho were all at different stages of their makeover but it looked like they were all nearing being finished. "Would you like anything to drink? Water? Tea?"
"No, I'm fine. Thank you." Tonks nodded her head and took a few steps back, her hands clasped in front of her. Hermione gazed around the room, watching the flurry of activity go on around her. She was acutely aware of Tonks' presence behind her and was trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in her stomach. The need to ask if Tonks wanted to take a seat was strong, but she resisted. Hermione knew she'd be refused.
Twenty minutes later, the clacking of heels walking towards her drew Hermione from her thoughts. She glanced up and her eyes widened, "Whoa, Ginny."
Her freshly made over friend grinned and struck a pose. "You like?" she asked.
Ginny's once wavy hair red was now pin straight and fell to the middle of her back. Bold bangs framed her face and the dark eyeliner that lined her eyes gave quite the dramatic look against her pale skin. She was wearing a yellow sundress, which gave an air of innocence to her now grown up look.
"You look great," Hermione smiled.
Ginny sat down next to Hermione and nudged her shoulder against hers with a grin. "You're looking pretty great, yourself," she said. Her eyes went down to her gloved hands and Ginny's smile dropped slightly. She looked back up to Hermione, her eyes softening but didn't say anything.
Katie was the next one finished. Her brown hair was cut into a choppy bob and she was wearing a strapless, deep blue dress. She'd obviously decided to for a sexier look and while she looked amazing, Hermione felt like the look didn't really suit her personality.
"You two look amazing," Katie grinned, sitting down next to Ginny.
Unsurprisingly, Cho was the last one to be finished with her makeover. The change was dramatic, her once long black hair cut into a sharp, angular bob that framed her face. Her makeup was dark and her little black dress so tight on her that Hermione had to wonder if magic was being used to hide any imperfections.
Cho's deadly looking heels echoed off the granite flooring as she made her way over to them. She paused a few feet away from the sofa, her hip jutting out dramatically. It looked like she was posing for a picture. Hermione realized that Cho was waiting for them to comment on her makeover. She frowned, feeling a sudden and expected flash of sympathy towards her.
The large doors opened before anyone had a chance to say anything and Amelia walked in. Her eyes scanned the room before falling onto the four women. She walked towards them, taking the time to look over each of their makeovers. Behind her, a small figure walked into the room and was pulled into Antoni's station.
"If you'll follow me," Amelia said, not letting them take a look at the new arrivals. She turned to another set of doors – seriously, how many doors did this place have? – and led them into a large corridor.
"The ladies from Hufflepuff and Slytherin have already arrived," she said, her voice echoing off the walls. "So, we're just waiting for the ladies from Ravenclaw to get their makeovers."
Amelia showed them a series of rooms that Hermione knew she would never remember how to get back to. The only one that stood out in Hermione's mind was a large dining room with a u-shaped table in the middle of the room. The ceiling was under some sort of enchantment that made it look like a bright summer's day. Hermione had no idea that was something you could do with magic. It was breathtaking.
"This is where you'll be dining with the royal family." Amelia's voice broke the spell as she began shepherding everyone back into the corridor. She led them up a wide staircase and down another hallway where Hermione could hear the faint sound of female voices. She breathed deeply, knowing that they would be meeting the others from Slytherin and Hufflepuff in a few moments.
"This section is where you'll find your bedrooms," Amelia explained. She pointed to one of the doors with the name Fleur Delacour written in elegant handwriting. Katie's name was written on the door beside it. She stopped by Katie's door and pushed it open. From where Hermione stood, she could see a lavishly decorated bed through the opening. "I'll leave you ladies to get used to your rooms while we wait for Ravenclaw."
Katie gave a small wave to Hermione and Ginny before walking through the door and closing it softly behind her. Amelia continued on down the corridor without looking to see if they were following her.
A door opened on the right and a blonde head peeked out, baby blue eyes going wide as she spotted the small group. Amelia paused, her head turning slightly to look at the woman. "Is your room to your liking, Lady Hannah?"
Hannah blinked, turning to stare at Amelia for a moment. "Oh, yes," she said after a pause. "It's perfect, thank you."
Amelia nodded her head and continued on walking. She stopped at a door that had Ginny's name on it and opened it up. Her room had a different colour scheme than Katie's and Hermione could see a fancy looking vanity from her vantage point. Ginny took a step towards the door and paused, looking over her shoulder at Hermione. "Come find me once you're settled."
"I will," Hermione promised. Ginny shot her a grin and then closed the door.
They went further down the corridor, passing doors that had opened up. The voices Hermione had heard earlier grew louder now that doors were opening, the other ladies letting their curiosity get the better of them. Hermione fought the urge to look over her shoulder at them, not quite ready to meet anyone else just yet. Katie and Cho had been enough for now and all Hermione wanted to do was have some time alone.
To Hermione's dismay, Amelia stopped by the last two doors and gestured to them. Hermione's name was printed on the door to the right while Cho's was on the left. Cho didn't look happy either and she shot a glare at Hermione.
The call to be alone was too much for Hermione and she stepped forward before Amelia could open the door for her. She allowed herself a glance back as she walked into the room. Hannah had gathered with three other women in the corridor behind them and they were whispering quietly to each other. Hermione offered them a small smile and shut the door, the noise muffling instantly.
"Oh! You're here!"
Hermione didn't even get the chance to turn around before she was being rushed by a tiny little woman with bright blonde hair. She pressed herself up against the door as the woman stopped in front of her, dipping into a low curtsy.
"Sally," Tonks reprimanded from where she'd been sitting at a small table.
Hermione frowned, looking at Tonks in confusion. She could've sworn Tonks had stayed behind in the Ladies Room when Amelia dragged them away. How in the world had she managed to get back to the rooms before them? She turned back to the woman in front of her, feeling slightly uneasy by the starstruck expression she was wearing.
"Hello," she greeted slowly. Her eyes darted back to Tonks. Please help me.
Tonks gave an obvious cough as she walked over to the pair. The woman quickly straightened up and took a step back, her head bowing slightly. "My name is Sally, my lady," she introduced herself. "I've been selected to help Tonks with whatever you need while at the castle."
"It's nice to meet you." Hermione looked between the two of them. "Both of you."
Tonks and Sally dipped into another curtsy. An unpleasant feeling wormed its way back into Hermione's stomach and she looked away, uncomfortable with how they were acting around her. She looked around at the room to avoid having to make eye contact.
The bedroom could have easily fit Hermione's home in it and have room to spare. A king-sized bed with cream colouring was pushed up against a wall with elegant – and extremely expensive looking – lamps on the bedside tables. An ornate trunk sat at the end of the bed with Hermione's ragged little suitcase sitting on top of it.
"Is the room to your liking, my lady?" Tonks asked. She had pulled Sally off to the side so Hermione could walk further into the room.
Hermione managed a small nod, words escaping her. There was a large window on the wall next to the bed with thick looking white curtains draping down to the dark hardwood floor. A small, round table with three chairs was placed next to a door that led to a small balcony. On the opposite wall was a large bookcase that was only half-filled with books. Two plush cream coloured chairs were placed by the bookshelf, facing each other.
Hermione's throat felt tight as she spun slowly, her eyes taking in the crystal chandelier hanging from the middle of the ceiling. A short, almost hysterical sounding laugh escaped her and she shook her head. She couldn't believe this was to be her room while she was there. It was almost too much.
"Was there anything you needed?" Tonks asked quietly. "It'll be a couple hours before Mrs. Bones will call on you again."
"I think I'd like to rest for a bit," Hermione said softly. "Is that alright?"
"Of course, it's alright!" Sally said, looking appalled that Hermione had even asked that question. "If you wanted to nap we could wake you in a little bit?"
Even though Hermione was tired, she knew she wouldn't be able to nap if she wanted to. Antoni and Tonks had put so much work into her makeover that she'd feel horrible mussing up her hair or making her makeup smudge. "No, that's fine." She wrung her gloved hands in front of her, squirming under the gaze of the two of them. "I think I'm going to go find Ginny first."
"Do you need one of us to take you to her room?" Tonks asked.
"No, I remember." Hermione moved to the door, turning her head to look at them. She had no idea what the proper protocol was for this. Did she dismiss them? Tell them she'd be right back? It felt so wrong just leaving them in the room like that.
"We'll put your luggage away while you visit Lady Ginny," Tonks said, sensing Hermione's hesitation. Sally jumped into action, hurrying over to the trunk and grabbing Hermione's suitcase.
Hermione gave a tense smile and left her room, blowing out a shaky breath. If Tonks and Sally continued to be so eager with her she wasn't sure how much she'd be able to take.
Ginny had joined the group of women out in the corridor. She had a slightly panicked look on her face as they fired off question after question. As soon as she noticed that Hermione had left her room, her eyes went wide and her expression changed into a pleading one. It was a look that said, help me. The others turned in almost perfect sync and Hermione had to resist running back to the safety of her room.
"Lady Hermione!" Hannah said, beckoning her over. She slowly made her way over to the group, trying to ignore the way the others were eyeing her. Ginny practically slumped over in relief as Hermione joined them.
It felt weird knowing who these women were without actually meeting them. She'd spent so many hours going over the applications that she knew Hannah was a hopeless romantic and that the tall, athletically built Angelina Johnson had a thing for sweets. Hermione could only assume they were thinking the same thing about her.
"How long have you all been here?" Hermione asked, not wanting to go through the formality of introductions. It was a pointless thing to do.
"Us from Slytherin got here about three hours ago." Hermione was not expecting the French accent that came from Fleur Delacour although once she heard it, everything she'd read about her snapped into place. Her photo had not done the woman's beauty justice with her silver-blonde hair piled up on the top of her head and dainty looking face.
"And we arrived about an hour and a half afterwards?" Parvati Patil looked over at Angelina for confirmation.
"About that," Angelina nodded.
"I couldn't imagine being here that early," Ginny muttered, shaking her head. "It'd be torture."
"It isn't wasn't so bad. One of the maids showed us around the castle." It didn't escape Hermione's notice that both Parvati and Angelina rolled their eyes as Hannah began to speak. Her curiosity piqued but she kept quiet, her eyes sliding over to Ginny. Her friend didn't notice, too caught up in the horror of being at the castle for so long and having nothing to do.
Hermione excused herself after a while, going back to her room. Ginny tilted her head, silently offering to go with her. She just shook her head, smiling at everyone and saying that she would see them later on. She closed the door behind her and leaned against it.
Tonks and Sally had unpacked her suitcase and were sitting at the small table. They stood up as soon as Hermione entered the room, both of them stepping up to greet her.
"Did you want us to leave, my lady?" Tonks asked.
"You don't mind?"
"Not at all." Tonks smiled and she and Sally made their way to the door. "We will come get you when it's time."
The door snapped shut and Hermione was finally alone for the first time in hours. She sighed and went over to one of the chairs, flopping down onto it. The peach gloves were yanked off of her fingers and thrown onto the arm of the chair with a soft thump. She was exhausted and the day wasn't even half over yet.
The day hadn't been at all what Hermione was expecting and she wasn't sure how to think about it. She'd been surprised by how easy it was to get drawn into talking with the others. She'd had it in her mind that she would keep her head down and not really interact with anyone but hadn't hesitated when others tried talking to her. The worst part, and the part that Hermione felt horrible about, was that she found herself second guessing the sincerity of everyone.
Everyone Hermione had talked to besides Cho seemed genuinely excited to meet her and there was a little voice in the back of her head telling her that she was being played. It was worrying how quickly her mind went the others having some ulterior motive, especially since she'd be so against the Drawing from the start.
Hermione sighed again and held out her hands, looking at the scars on her knuckles. The scabs from the most recent wounds had healed over a long time ago but the tiny scars stood out on her skin. She clenched her fists, watching the skin go taunt. She'd never felt embarrassed about her hands before, the scars meant to her that she stood up for what she believed in. Today was the first day she felt embarrassed over them. She felt ashamed that she had those scars and of Antoni's reaction to them.
There was a knock at the door and Hermione scrambled for her gloves, hastily shoving her hands into them. The door opened seconds later and Tonks appeared, giving a curtsy before announcing, "Mrs. Bones is calling for everyone, Lady Hermione."
Hermione pushed herself up from the chair and left her room. She spotted Ginny standing next to Katie as Amelia waited near the other end of the corridor. It was too crowded to really get a good look at everyone as she walked up to Ginny and Katie.
Ginny was practically bouncing in excitement when she turned to Hermione. "This is it," she whispered. "It's starting."
Hermione managed a smile, despite her mood still being a bit sour from her previous thoughts. Ginny was all in for the Drawing and she couldn't bring herself to ruin this moment for her. Once all sixteen women were gathered, Amelia led them down the stairs and back into the Ladies Room. The salon stations had been cleared out and now had sofas, chairs, and small tables littered around the room.
They all fanned out around Amelia, allowing Hermione to get a better look at everyone. Of course, she recognized the women but it was still interesting to see what they decided to do for their makeover. Luna Lovegood had gone through the biggest makeover and was the only one out of all of them to change the colour of her hair. Luna's chocolate brown hair became a light blonde and curled around her shoulders.
"Good afternoon, ladies," Amelia called, drawing Hermione's attention to her. Her eyes roamed over everyone and she gave a satisfied nod. "My name is Amelia Bones and I am the head overseer to Hogwarts' Fourth Drawing." A few heads turned to where Susan Bones was standing and she hunched her shoulders under the scrutiny. Amelia ignored the stares her niece was getting. "There has been a sudden change of plans so we're just waiting for the camera crew to get here before we continue."
Hermione and Ginny exchanged a glance as a soft murmur rippled through the crowd. Next to Katie, Lavender Brown whispered, "I wonder if it's Prince Harry."
The doors opened and a camera crew came rushing into the room, all of them looking flustered. The hurried over to the side of the room and began prepping their cameras. Amelia cast them a side glance but otherwise didn't acknowledge them.
"Your Majesty, the Queen."
The doors opposite of them swung open and Queen Lily walked into the Ladies Room. The camera crew could be heard swearing quietly as they scrambled to get their equipment ready. Hermione smirked at them before looking over at the queen. Her posture was perfect and there was a serene expression on her face as she glided next to Amelia.
Queen Lily was beautiful, the picture of beauty and grace. Her long auburn hair was in a low ponytail and curled over her shoulder. Her hands rested neatly in front of her as her eyes took in everyone in front of her.
"Just as a reminder," Amelia said, turning her body towards the queen, "when a member of the royal family enters a room it is customary to bow or curtsy."
Hermione had known already known this thanks to Amelia's torture the past week and dipped into a low curtsy. She straightened up as the camera crew finally got their equipment set up and began filming instantly.
"Welcome to Hogwarts castle," Queen Lily greeted them. Her voice was quiet but still held the authority that made Hermione stand up straighter. "I know it's been quite the day for all of you. I promise I'll keep this short. Today is all about you so please take as much time as you need to get acquainted with the castle and with your fellow Drawing members. You are free to roam anywhere as long as it isn't the west wing or the dungeons. If you want to go to the gardens or explore the grounds, all I ask is you take a guard with you – it's very easy to lose your way around here. I hope you have a wonderful evening and I will see you tomorrow."
Queen Lily gave a small nod of her head and turned on her heel, walking out of the room quietly. The camera crew began to put away their equipment as soon as the doors were shut. Another murmur went through the group, some of them voicing what Hermione was thinking.
That's it?
"Excuse me," a pretty blonde raised her hand in the air, looking hesitant.
"Yes, Lady Lavender?"
"Will we be meeting Prince Harry today?"
"You will all be officially meeting the royal family tomorrow."
"So, we just went through this entire process just to have a thirty second speech from the queen?" another woman asked. Hermione recognized her as Daphne Greengrass from Slytherin.
"Not at all. You all just went through this… entire process… so the Hogwarts Express and the Daily Prophet will have footage for their stories on the Drawing." Amelia's tone was so saccharine it reminded Hermione of the phrase 'kill them with kindness.' A few giggles escaped from the women around her as Amelia looked at the entire group. "No one at any point said you were to meet the prince today. You weren't even supposed to meet the queen but she suddenly changed her mind."
Daphne flushed and scoffed softly, turning her gaze away from Amelia.
"The rest of the evening is yours as you see fit," Amelia continued. "Dinner will be held here in the Ladies Room tonight so the royal family can have one last dinner together before the competition. Like Queen Lily said, you are able to explore the castle except for the west wing and dungeons – don't worry, guards will be there to tell you if you're going the wrong way. Your maids will make sure you are awake and ready to go in the morning, and I will see all of you here in the Ladies Room at nine o'clock."
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Hermione felt surprisingly awake after dinner, the meal rejuvenating her more than making her sleepy. She asked Ginny if she had wanted to go explore the castle but her friend had begged off. In fact, nearly all of the other women had shut themselves in their rooms the moment dinner was finished.
Hermione wanted to go examine those antiques she saw when they first entered the castle and left to go find them. However, finding her way back to the main entrance was a lot harder than Hermione thought it would be. Each corridor looked almost identical to the last, the different pictures and décor items the only way to distinguish where she was going.
Hermione was walking down one hall, looking around her when a plaque beside a large set of doors made her pause.
Library.
Excitement shot through Hermione and she licked her lips, reaching out to grab the handle of the door, twisting it. She pushed the door open and walked into the room with baited breath.
The large room held multiple floor to ceiling bookshelves. Candles floated lazily above Hermione's head, giving off enough light to be able to read but still managing an intimate atmosphere. She smiled, looking up as one candle bobbed above her. Never in her life did Hermione think she would be able to see this sort of magic. Her heart squeezed and she wished that Ginny had come with her. She wanted someone to share this experience with. Unable to resist, Hermione walked over to the nearest bookshelf and reached out, her still gloved fingers running softly against the spines of the books with a soft sigh.
As if she was shocked, Hermione withdrew her hand and glanced around her. Would she get into trouble if she read one? Queen Lily and Amelia had said they were allowed to roam the castle as they pleased. Were they also allowed to read? Or did they expect the Ladies of the Drawing to not even care about the library?
A shuffling noise from somewhere beyond the shelves made Hermione turn. "Hello?" she called out. She received no answer.
Hermione continued further into the room, passing more and more books. There was an open area at the end of the room with tables and chairs lining the wall. A comfy looking sofa sat as a barrier between the books and the reading area. A roaring fireplace was off to the side, just far enough away from the bookshelves to be considered safe.
Hermione moved around the sofa and up to the large window, pulling the gloves off of her hands. She tossed them gently onto the table and squeezed into the space to get closer to the window. It was completely dark outside, but there were little dots of light in the distance where Hermione knew buildings were.
She sighed, rubbing her hand along the smooth window sill idly as she stared out into the blackness before her. Her hand moved from the smooth, polished wood to a slightly raised, uneven texture. She frowned and glanced down.
Long, thin scorch marks littered the window sill, running down onto the stone wall. She bent down, running her hand down the scorch marks with a frown. They looked fresh.
"What are you doing?"
Hermione gasped, her head whipping around and there was a sudden blinding, white pain as her temple connected with the corner of the table she'd squeezed beside. "Bloody hell!" she cried out, losing her balance and falling against the wall. She closed her eyes, bringing her hands up to her now throbbing head. "What the hell is wrong with you? Sneaking up on someone like that – honestly!"
"I didn't realize I needed permission to be in my own library," the voice said. Hermione froze. She knew that tenor voice. "Are you alright?"
Hermione forced her eyes open, blinking away the slight fuzziness of her vision. Crouching down in front of her was a lean man. Green eyes examined her from behind a pair of stylish glasses.
Prince Harry frowned, looking concerned as he repeated, "Are you alright?"
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A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I had a blast writing Katie and Cho and hope you like them! Don't worry, we'll be getting to see more of the girls as the chapters go on. Harry's gotta send some girls home first. :P
As always, let me know what you thought!
Cheers,
HP