Hermione found the idea of a death day party intriguing. "I doubt many people alive can say they've been to one of those," she mused, sounding much happier than she felt.
"Don't know why anyone would want to celebrate the day they died," Ron muttered gloomily.
Hermione turned her attention back to her book. The sounds of rain pelting the windows while she read next to the warmth of the fire was very comforting. She even managed to ignore whatever kerfuffle the twins had gotten themselves into, only pausing when it was time for supper.
The days until Halloween passed without much incident. Hermione did manage to singe the end of her braid in potions one day, but no one had noticed. And it was pretty easy to cover up the damage. She had told Viktor in her monthly letter to him.
His letter back had been mostly about his classes, but also about a special position on a quidditch team. It wasn't anything official. Just a training position. But it was a start. And Hermione could hardly contain her excitement that she'd had to send a quick message back immediately.
She would have liked to go to the holiday feast, but as she kept reminding Harry, "a promise is a promise."
They found that the party was much less enjoyable than the feast was. Even though the only one they had to compare it to had ended in disaster. Hermione didn't like running into the ghost Myrtle who haunted one of the girls' toilets upstairs.
Finally it was over, or they were at least able to leave.
"Oh thank heavens," Hermione gasped under her breath.
"There's that voice again," Harry said.
Hermione groaned internally while Ron groaned out loud. "We might still be able to make pudding," he moaned.
"Hush," Harry commanded.
They followed Harry as he rushed up the stairs following something. Eventually they came across a puddle of water.
Hermione couldn't help the foreboding feeling in her stomach. Before she knew it, everyone was there and they were the center of trouble. Again. She'd have to send another letter to her parents. And update Viktor. Nobody would like the circumstances.
A/N: hi. I'm busy. And pregnant. Again.