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Ginny sat down and decided to join the party, as Hermione continued to read out of her old, tattered fairy-tale book.
It was Cinderella's fairy-god mother!
The words were barley out of Hermione's mouth before Ginny and Ron began to roll on the floor laughing. The two did not stop for a few minuets, and then, with tears rolling down his face, Ron choked out:
"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"
"Uh…why is that funny?" Harry asked awkwardly, staring from Ron to Ginny, with the most perplexed expression on his face.
"Well, because," said Ginny, finally able to control her laughter. "Fairies don't do anything!" But Harry and Hermione were still confused,
"But no!" She said and Ron and Ginny turned to look at her. This time they were confused. "But they are useful!" Hermione began, "they light up! At Hogwarts they're used every year for Christmas! And remember the Yule Ball?!"
Harry had a flashback moment, where he pictured the little, wispy, tinkering fairies that floated about every year. But then he remembered Ginny dancing with Neville Longbottem at the Yule Ball, and smiled rather grimly. Oh, yeah. He remember
"Hermione," Ron was explaining patiently. "What's so special about being able to make your but light up? You can do that with your Laternwasps!" He exclaimed.
"Fireflies." Hissed Ginny who had begun to take muggle studies, just because he father had wanted her too.
"Um, anyway," continued Hermione.
"If your wish is to go to the ball," whispered her godmother. "Then that is what you shall have!" Cinderella's fairy-god mother waved her wand and a pumpkin from the garden became a lovely carriage. Six mice became handsome coach men and strong, powerful, valiant, snow white, stallion horses.
"Oh, you can't wear that silly thing." scoffed her godmother, pointing at her torn frock disapprovingly.
"But, I haven't got anything else!" Cinderella protested. But she need not worry. With one flick of her godmother's wand the rags became a beautiful gown of pure, lilac, silk and soft, pink satin and-"
"Hermione!" said Percy astonished, strolling into the room He had been spending much more time at home lately after Fred's death and his reassignment from the ministry.
"I thought you'd at least know that clothing is one of the five exceptions to 'Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration'! Oh, and I think the line is 'Protested Cinderella', not 'Cinderella protested'."
"It's only a story!" Yelled Hermione, furiously. Harry picked up the book she'd thrown to the floor in her anger, as Percy settled down on the couch next to Ginny.
He began to read hastily before Hermione strangled anybody.
"But," the fair, fairy godmother warned. "The spell will be broken by midnight."
This statement was met by angry uproar from the Wesley clan.
"Why?!" They demanded. "It doesn't work like that!"
"Why did I agree to this?" Hermione moaned, slipping down in her seat, amidst the arguing family. And Harry stood up abruptly and left for the kitchen to see if Mrs. Wesley kept tonic for headaches.
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