First chaptered Dramione story. Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

Hermione POV

I looked at myself in the mirror. I was so different from my seventh year, three years ago, although it still felt like yesterday that I verbally sparred with Malfoy, even though I haven't seen the bloody ferret since he left Hogwarts in a Ministry car.

Sure, he was in the newspapers, being the Head of Department in the Ministry of Magic, and I worked with him long ago, but I didn't really remember what he could look like.

I got back to the problem at hand, and looked at my reflection again, taking in the flowing, floor length, deep red ball gown for the formal Hogwarts Reunion of The Savior's Year, being sponsored by none other than Narcissa Malfoy, most probably trying to rebuild their social status.

I sighed and brought out the normal trainers, which I then grinned at.

I tapped my wand on them, and they now looked like gold and scarlet high heels, which was all an illusion.

They didn't call me Brightest Witch of the Age for nothing.

I put on the shoes, and Flooed Ginny, who had grown to be my best friend and personal stylist.

"I have taught you well", Ginny declared after five minutes of inspection and dropped the silk long sleeve of my dress.

"Ready to go?", I asked, looking enviously at Ginny's bright turquoise, strapless ball gown with the sequined, fitted bodice.

She sighed dramatically, "I suppose so", and grabbed me as we Apparated onto the doorstep of Malfoy Manor.

I took a deep breath, and Ginny looked at me with concern.

"You'll be alright, Hermione?"

"Of course. We're only going into the ball room, not the drawing room, right?"

Ginny looked relieved, "Yes! That's right"

Harry apparated just at that moment, panting as though he had run a marathon.

"Sorry I'm late Ginny", he kissed her cheek.

She blushed and asked me, "Would you like to wait for your date or come inside?", Ginny asked.

"I think I'll come inside", I laughed, hiding my annoyance at Ron's complete lack of punctuality, "It's cold enough out here, even with these sleeves", I held up my completely encased hands.

We went over the threshold together, and were led into a large ballroom, with many people already there, in black ties and ball gowns, most which showed much more skin than my closed necked, slightly loose, long sleeved gown.

"Hermione", Ron showed up behind her suddenly.

"Oh, yes, Ronald", she smiled, as he took her hand to dance.

"So, is there anything wrong, at work or anything?", I asked, as Ron wasn't his usual, chatty self.

"Yes", he said suddenly, whipping his head to face me.

"What?", I asked, concern lacing my voice.

"You. And us. I can't be your boyfriend anymore. You're never fun, or wear anything…", he struggled to think of a word, "Pretty anymore. Why can't you dress like at the Yule Ball?", his voice grew steadily louder.

I tried blocking him out, and keeping my tears in check. "It's just wrong that I should lead you on like this when I'm your first boyfriend—"

"Viktor Krum", I interrupted him loudly. "Does that ring a bell Ronald? Because this might ring an alarm in your thick skull. I'm breaking up with you", I turned and made composed steps, at least as composed as was possible, towards the drinks table.

In this they are all twenty to twenty one years old.