"Harry I'm home! Could you come her for a moment?" a tired Ginny called to her fiance, Hermione following behind her."
“What if he really does hate me?” Hermione thought to herself as she could feel her heart beat faster and faster with every moment waiting for her friend. After a few moments of what felt like the whole neighborhood could hear her heart racing, around the corner came the all famous Harry Potter she knew almost her whole life in a pair of tan shorts and a black t-shirt, typical Harry eh? He must have just took a shower because his black hair was all wet messy as his bangs were moved slightly enough that you could still see the scar on his forehead that got him famous in the first place. Holding the cup that Hermione gave him for his birthday a few years back, Harry noticed that his fiancé was holding suitcases, wondering why she was holding them.
“What’s with the suitcases, do we have a…” and before Harry could finish his sentence, he realized who was standing next to her wondering if it was a ghost he was looking at.
“Hello Harr…” and in a split moment before Hermione could finish her sentence let alone blink, the birthday cup was on the ground spilling its contents as Hermione felt the smell of Harry’s same shampoo he’s always used as he hugged his friend back from the dead. Some things never change.
“You’re alive.” Was all he could say when he finally let go of Hermione.
“Of course I am Harry, why wouldn’t I be?” she couldn’t help but smile.
“But you left without even a note, and you never wrote to me while you were gone, or called me, anything to let me know you were ok, so of course I thought you were dead.”
“So that’s where the whole ‘back from the dead’ thing came from’.” Hermione thought to herself.
“You didn’t see the letters me and Gin wrote?” Hermione asked as Ginny tried to stop quickly tried to stop her before it was too late. Unfortunately, Ginny was too late.
“Ginny you knew she was ok…and you guys wrote letters to each other?” Harry said looking at his fiancé.
“Hey you don’t know how long it took me to find her… and unlike you guys who gave up quickly, I searched and searched for her until I finally found her. Hermione whatever you used to hide yourself was genius.” Ginny said ignoring the evil glare she got from Harry.
“Ya, but apparently it wasn’t genius enough to get past you. You’re truly a great witch my friend.” Hermione said with a smile.
“Ya Hermione, why don’t you tell me what spell you used so I can get away from this one called my fiancé.” Harry said jokingly glaring at Ginny again.
“Sorry Harry, my little secret.” Hermione said as the three laughed.
“I’m sorry babe, I wanted to surprise you with an early wedding gift, and I did. So do you forgive me?” Ginny said using a familiar puppy dog face Hermione used earlier, and of course, it worked as Harry’s frown turned into a smile.
“Well I guess I’ll have to forgive you.” As Ginny ran into his arms for a hug making Hermione miss the warmth of being in the arms of the one you loved causing tears to form in her eyes. But before she could ever let the tears come out, Hermione shook the thoughts out of her head and asked,
“So who else thought I was dead Harry?”
“Everyone. It first started out as just a rumor but with time, people actually started to believe it, especially Ron.” Harry answered.
“Ron did?” Hermione was shocked.
“Ya, for weeks he locked himself inside of his room never coming out. He was a total mess until….”
“Harry stop.” Ginny elbowed her fiancé as Harry noticed tears rolling down his best friend’s cheeks.
“Hermione, I’m sorry. Do you want to go catch a drink or something?” Harry said trying to cheer her up.
“Oh no, I’m fine. I think I’m just gonna get some rest. Long plane ride and big day tomorrow right?” Hermione tried saying with a forced smile.
“Alright, do you want me to help you with your suitcases?” Harry asked.
"No, it’s fine. You should get some rest too, it’s late and you’ve probably had a stressful day at work and besides, Ginny’s already got you beat.” Hermione said pointing to Ginny already walking to the guest room with Hermione’s suitcases dragging behind her.
“Hah, well goodnight Hermione, see you tomorrow?” Harry said just now noticing the spilled cup on the floor.
“See you tomorrow Harry.” Hermione said as she started to walk off following Ginny.
“Welcome back.” Harry said with a smile.
“Good to be back.” Hermione said this time with a real smile on her face and then walked off to her room. Tomorrow is gonna be a big day, and not just for Hermione.
The Next Day—Reunion Day
“Hermione Jean Granger, if you don’t get your little ass out of that bathroom I’m gonna have to knock down this door and drag you out myself!” It was finally the day of the reunion and Hermione was in the bathroom putting on the dress Ginny bought her the night before just hours before the reunion.
“Why can’t I just wear my jeans and blouse? This dress is way too much, it looks like I’m getting ready for the Yule Ball all over again.” Hermione thought to herself finishing the last touch on the dress before looking in the mirror.
“Yep, this is definitely way too much for a reunion.” Hermione told herself in the mirror. But looking closer at herself in the mirror she noticed how the dress actually complimented her small body frame. How the white fabric hugged her curves before flowing out to the ground. How only one shoulder was covered in fabric and how the dress had a slit that was thigh high Hermione couldn’t believe that Ginny actually bought it for her to wear, in front of people. For once in her life Hermione Granger actually felt beautiful, and her hair and make-up wasn’t even ready.
“You’d think after living in America for two years, your fashion sense would improve.”
In America, Hermione did see clothes just like this dress sitting in store windows screaming at her to buy them, but she never did. She never thought that her out of all people would look beautiful in any of these clothes, but looking at herself again in this gorgeous white dress that looked like it was specifically made just for her, she kinda wished that she found this out earlier. Like back in Hogwarts, then maybe she would have attracted people like Draco Malfoy instead of Ron Weasely who ended up hurting her in the end. Wait, why was she thinking of her arch enemy at a time like this? Was Malfoy really the man she saw last night in Hogsmeade? She couldn’t think of anyone else who had white bleach hair like he did other than his father. Was Malfoy one of the ones who thought I’ve been dead for the past two years? Will Malfoy even be there tonight at the reunion, but then quickly erased that thought from her brain.
“Nah, Malfoy thinks he’s too cool for events like these.” Hermione thought to herself as she laughed to herself.
“What are you laughing about, are you gonna come out or not, remember, I still need to get ready too!” a slightly annoyed Ginny yelled again.
“All right Hermione, are you ready to show yourself?” She asked herself to the mirror. And with a few more moments to really look at herself, Hermione walked to the door, opened the door and walked out to her friend who looked more than ready for tonight.
“And you call that not ready?” Hermione said looking at her best friend. Ginny was wearing a black tight dress that cut short a couple inches from her knees as the dress cut down to a v showing of a little cleavage. Her long red hair was pulled back in a high bun, bangs poofed up and her make-up consisted of carefully drawn eyeliner on her eye lids, pink blush on her cheeks to bring out the rosiness, and bright red lipstick to bring out her daring bright blue eyes. If Ginny wasn’t engaged to Harry, one, she wouldn’t be going to the reunion (since she’s a year younger) but if she was, she would definitely be the talk of the party.
“What I had to get you out of there somehow, what did you do, get lost in the dress?”
“Haha Gin, you’re funny. But really, this is way too much for a reunion. It’s not like we’re going to the Yule Ball or something, I mean look at me!” Hermione said grabbing the fabric.
“Ya, and you’re hot! I really don’t know how all the boys tonight are gonna keep your hands off ya, especially once I’m done with your hair and make-up!” and before she could detest, Ginny already had taken Hermione’s hand and they were on our way to Ginny’s room.
By the time Ginny had finished with Hermione, they were running late. Fortunately, Harry didn’t mind. He was long ready before the girls, all he had to do was shower, change into his black suit with a white dress shirt under the jacket as well as a blue tie, rearrange his hair to make it look somewhat presentable and he was all ready to go. The whole time the girls were getting ready, Harry found himself starring at his fiancé in awe. He was there when she bought it, he picked out the dress himself, but seeing her all dressed up like this, he couldn’t believe that they were about to be married in less than three months. And now after two years of thinking his best friend was dead, there she was getting ready like she never disappeared, and in time for the wedding… Harry really felt like he was the happiest man alive at that moment. But then he got to thinking, Ron doesn’t know that Hermione is coming tonight, let alone that she’s alive… what will Ron think when she randomly shows up tonight? Will Ron be there with Lavender Brown? Harry felt his stomach turn thinking about how he will react, let alone how everyone else will when Hermione makes her first appearance back. Harry suddenly felt nervous for tonight’s event as the girls hurried out of the main bedroom quickly putting on their heels.
“So Harry, how does she look?” Ginny asked.
“You look amazing.” Harry said still looking at Ginny.
“Aw thanks, but I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about Hermione!” Ginny said as she could feel her face get as red as her lipstick. Finally taking his eyes off of his gorgeous fiancé, he noticed that Hermione’s once frizzy hair was calmed down into elegant curls resting on her shoulders. Her make-up, unlike Ginny’s which was bold and daring was natural as it brought out her brown eyes.
“Beautiful.” Harry said as Hermione’s face flushed a little with embarrassment.
“You don’t look so bad yourself. It’s weird seeing you in a normal tux than the dress robes back at Hogwarts.” Hermione said with a grin.
“And I’m glad that McGonagall isn’t making us wear those to the reunion.” Harry said as both Harry and Hermione laughed while Ginny looked at her watch.
“Oh bloody hell, it’s 7:05, we’re late!” Ginny was definitely a Weasley, even if she sometimes didn’t like admitting it.
“How are we getting there?” Hermione asked in confusion.
“Man Hermione, you’ve lived too long as a muggle.” Ginny said holding out her hand. Once Hermione took it, a moment later, she found herself not standing in front of the door to the apartment, but she found herself standing in front of the great doors of the Great Hall. She was at Hogwarts again, the place where she spent most of her life learning more than a witch could learn, and not just about magic. Was she ready to open that door? Was she ready to see the faces of her classmates staring at her? What if she ran into Ron? Did he bring Lavender Brown as his date? What would she say if he tried talking to her?
“Hermione, you coming?” Ginny asked with a worried look on her face.
“Oh ya. You guys go ahead. I’ll be there in a bit.” Hermione said trying to breathe.
“Alright, we’ll meet you in there.” Ginny said taking Harry’s hand as they opened the doors and walked in.
After a few moments that felt like forever of Hermione breathing in and out trying to calm her heart down, she felt like she had to walk in sooner or later, so she grabbed the door handle and with one last deep breath opened the door she whispered,
Hogwarts: Great Hall
“Draco, what are you looking at?” Blaise asked Draco.
“Oh, just the decorations. Hogwarts, as always, has really outdone themselves this time.” And of course, he was right. The long tables that have been seated by Hogwarts students of the past and future were all gone replaced by about ten or fifteen round tables following the edges of the wall leaving plenty of room for people to stand around and talk or dance. Where there were usually candles floating in the air above everyone hung black banners with huge H’s representing Hogwarts. Close to the front of the Great hall was where the DJ was located and to the side was a long table filled with a never ending supply of food where Draco and Blaise were standing. It was like the Yule Ball all over again, minus the snow and the huge Christmas tree was replaced by a huge banner reading,
“WELCOME BACK CLASS OF 1998!!!”
“Ya sure, I bet you were looking out for Ms. Parkison.” Blaise laughed as Draco just smiled in agreement.
“You’re right, I am looking for a certain someone, just not the one you’re thinking of.” Draco thought to himself. Ever since he saw those familiar brown curls the night before at Hogsmeade, he couldn’t get her out of his head and he hoped, just hoped, that his prediction was right and the rumors of her death were wrong.
Crabbe and Goyle soon joined Draco and Blaise of course, with their attention on the food. Draco really felt like the gang was getting back together, all they needed left was…
“DRAAAAKKKKIIIIEEEE!” and the next thing Draco, one Pansy Parkinson was hugging him causing everyone to stare.
“God Parkison, are you trying to cause a scene?” he said throwing her off him as Blaise let out a small giggle.
“But Drakie, it’s been so long since we’ve seen each other, I missed you so much! Let me get a good look at you!” Pansy said already checking him out. After what seemed like hours looking and trying on dress shirts, Draco finally found an outfit that was both up to Draco’s and Astoria’s standards. Draco was wearing gray dress pants and a light blue dress shirt with a white stripe in the middle. Even though Astoria wanted Draco to wear a tie like a gentleman would and after plenty of arguments between the couple, they both compromised with a grayish, bluish bow tie that Draco of course, let it hang on his shoulders instead of tying it up, of course with Astoria not knowing. His mess of a head of bleach white hair was nicely combed letting his bangs drop on his forehead right above his right eye. If Draco didn’t know better, he’d be the best looking guy at the reunion, let alone couple if Astoria was with him. But she wasn’t, and he was stuck dealing with telling Pansy Parkison about their engagement by himself.
“You look great Drakie. Now tell me how I look.” Pansy asked.
“Typical Parkison, thinks the world revolves around her.” Draco thought to himself getting a good look at his annoying and clingy ex. Pansy was wearing a tight black dress that could easily be mistaken for a shirt it was cut so short. Her once medium length brown hair had grown long over the years and was hanging down to the middle of her back. Looking at her face, the girl who barley wore any make up in their school years was now wearing so much make-up he barely could have recognized her if it wasn’t for her clingy annoying attitude.
“You look… great.” Draco said as a huge smile formed on Pansy’s face.
“Awe thanks. Oh hey Blaise.” She said finally noticing Blaise.
“Good to see you too Pansy.” Blaise said as she quickly hugged him. As Pansy and Blaise got into a conversation about who knows what, Draco looked across the room to see a familiar head of red hair.
Ron Weasely was wearing black dress pants with a white dress shirt and a black tie under a light blue jacket. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to wear the light blue shirt in the end after being disgusted to know that they were matching a little.
“Who was he talking to? Well listening to I guess.”Draco thought to himself as he looked to see a long haired blonde clinging to his arm which he soon recognized as Lavender Brown.
“What’s Weasley doing with her?” He thought as Draco got a good look at her. Lavender Brown was wearing a dark blue dress that went just above her knees with white tights to cover her skinny pale legs. On the upper part of the dress lied white lace and crazy white flowers with a strand of pearls under it. Her usual crazy curly hair was now in long waves and even though her hair style has changed, Lavender still has those ridiculously big headbands in her hair, a big dark blue bow in this case to match the dress. The only thing that isn’t dark blue or white on her body was the bright red shoes on her feet and her big bulky red floral purse in her hand.
“Aw cute, they match.” Draco sarcastically said to himself. But why?
“No one has seen her in two years, not even Potter, and Weasley is now with Lavender Brown.”
That would explain it. What would Hermione think if she saw them together? Wait, she won’t even be here, all that I know, Hermione could be dead. Wait, why am I calling Granger by her first name? As Draco tried to figure out what was going on in his brain he noticed two people walk up to Weasely and Lavender.
“It’s about time that Potter got here.” Draco thought to himself looking at his watch seeing that it was 7:06. The red head next to Potter who was hugging Weasely must be Little Weasely which reminded him of what happened last night making him wonder.
“Was that girl just a friend of Little Weasely? Was I really wrong?” Draco thought to himself disappointed. Consumed of thoughts of that night in Hogesmeade, Draco didn’t realize that everyone in the Great Hall had become completely silent until Blaise was the first one to speak.
“Well, well, well, look who decided to come back from the dead.” As Draco shifted his attention to what everyone was looking he almost had to stop his jaw from dropping.
Those same brown curls as at Hogesmeade…
“Isn’t that….Granger?” Pansy asked.
“Yes it is.” Blaise said as a small grin formed on Draco’s face.
**Yea! Reunion time!! What do you guys think?? please review (all reviews help!) and I hope you guys enjoy!!** ~kittykat9211