|Boys, robes, and roommates
||[Aug. 6th, 2003|03:42 pm]
The Girls Of Gryffindor
|||||"Man I Feel Like a Woman," Shania Twain||]|
Ginny sat impatiently in her favorite armchair in the Common Room. Where was Hermione? Ginny had to talk to the older girl immediately. When she finally saw the familiar head of bushy brown hair enter, Ginny practically ran across the room to her. "Hermione, where have you been?!?!" she asked anxiously.
"I've been down on the quidditch pitch with your brother." She said smiling dreamily. "Why? What happened?" she said with a knowing grin.
"What happened?" Ginny asked. "I'll tell you what happened: I've just realized what a genious you are, that's what happened!" Ginny then threw her arms around the other girl.
Hermione laughed and hugged her friend back. "So what did he say?"
"Well," Ginny said, letting go of her friend, "first of all, he practically ran in here. THen he saw me in the corner, and he said hello, and we talked to a bit. And then he said, 'Er, Ginny...will you go to the ball with me?'"
Hermione Squealed. "Go On!"
"Well, what do you think I said?" Ginny asked with a giggle.
"ummm" Hermione said with a grin, pretending to think hard. "That you'll think about it?"
"Hermione!" Ginny exclaimed, playfully slapping her friend lightly on the arm.
"You said, 'Yes of course you silly prat I've been in love with you since I was 10 years old why didn't you ask me 4 years ago?"
"Close enough. Actually, I was so excited and shocked that all I could do was smile and nod."
"Well that was good enough for Harry aparently. Ron and I saw him when we were walking inside. He was grinning from ear to ear."
Ginny giggled. "He was so nervous, Mione. Oh, but so cute at the same time!"
"We are going to have such a fun time at the ball. All four of us! And we will make those boys dance if it kills us!"
"Yes! Tell me, does Parvati still complain that Harry only danced with her the one time last year?"
"Every once and a while if she is feeling particularly vindictive, but mostly she just drones on about some muggle movie star named Orlando Bloom."
Ginny laughed. "When she's not all squirrelly about going to the Ball with Dean, you mean."
"Yes." Hermione laughed. "What a pair those two make. Parvati will drone on about fashion magazines and dean will drone on about football. I wonder if either of them will hear a word the other says all night!"
"It will be amazing," GInny said. "Did you hear that Neville is going with Susan from Hufflepuff?"
"Yes." She smiled warmly. "Yes I did hear about that. Good for Neville. I'm sure they will both have a great time. Now." Hermione cleared her throat importantly and grabbed Ginny by the hand marching her up the stairs to her dormitory. "I must disregaurd my former views on girls like Lav and Paravati and become one for a moment." She threw open her trunk and looked at Ginny. "What in the world am I going to wear?"
"I thought you were going to wear the same robes you wore last year," Ginny said
Hermione stared down into the depths of her trunk and pulled out the carefully folded light blue robes. She held it up against herself and looked into Parvati's full lenth mirror. "Do you think I should?"
"Hmm," Ginny said, pressing the tip of her finger to her lips. "Then again, maybe a change would be good. What about that eggshell robe you just bought? It's very pretty."
"Oh. I was hoping you'd say that!" Hermione said smiling. "I've just been dying for a chance to wear them!" She stopped suddenly for a moment, cleared her throat then said. "Urm. I mean, Even though it is such a trivial and unimportant thing to worry about. "
"Mione?" Ginny said.
She looked up through her masses of bushy brown hair. "Yes?"
"It's all right. You're going to the Ball with my brother, whom you're absolutely crazy about and is just as crazy about you. You're allowed to be silly."
Hermione grinned. "When you're right you're right. And you are right."
"Of course I am."