Dear Diary,
The Winter Ball was last weekend! Initially, I was unaware that the Ministry even hosted social events. But, Dean said his department was special and always hosted the annual event. The reason I had never heard of it was due to its exclusivity: invite-only. This year, Dean was being promoted and needed a date for the occasion, hence my unexpected attendance. I'm not sure Dean himself was properly prepared for the night either. Apparently, it is a tradition that new promotions chug an entire bottle of firewhiskey at midnight. Most didn't succeed and ended up chucking into a barrel, which was conveniently placed at their feet. Some rallied and continued chugging. Complete rubbish! Don't they know they could get liver cancer from that?
Dean managed to escape with only half a bottle. Unbeknownst to me, Dean had a little crush. Okay, maybe more than a little. When he turned up by my side, he somehow managed to get me to dance with him. I'm not a prude, as you well know, but it's a little weird when your friends try to be intimate with you. Like with Harry, for example. But I was bored and Dean was fun, so I didn't mind too much. I also didn't mind when he started kissing me or when his hands roamed over my body. I looked good in my dress and it was nice to know it was appreciated.
It was most definitely not appreciated when Dean's sneaky hands made their way underneath both my skirt and my panties. Nor was it appreciated when Parvati took it upon herself to notify Lavender of the incident. Not 5 minutes later, I received an owl from Lav that she and Seamus were picking us up from the Ministry so we wouldn't do anything we would later regret. Likely referring to an undoubtedly awkward morning after should we continue. That. That I was thankful for.
Seamus escorted Dean home. Lavender had a bag with an Undetectable Extension Charm and a change of clothes for me. Apparently, we were going to the pub for a real night out, not snogging one of our closest friends. I should have learned from the Harry incident, but no, Drunk Hermione is… very receptive. As evidenced by my whirlwind of a night at the pub. My festivities did not end with Dean. Or Marvin. Or Caleb.
Or Theo. Merlin Theo. That man's lips had turned up at me in a devilish smirk. He was excited I was there. He had been dying to kiss me. Wondering what my body would feel like against his. And when he found out, he couldn't get enough. His hands were everywhere; touching, grasping, squeezing. At some point, we managed to separate for a moment, if only to tell our friends that we were leaving for a more intimate setting. Our joining was hot, rough, and sweaty and left me bruised and aching. Despite appearances, there was something about him that was mysterious and alluring. It helped that he most definitely knew what to do with his… you-know-what.
The night ended sweetly. He apparated me home and we shared a whispered promise to owl the other if a need ever arose. Knowing myself, I'm sure it will.