|| hermione/ fem reader ||
a slytherin like you can't possibly be entangled with a muggle-born.
Where loyalty is everything, you are given a crucial mission: lead Harry Potter to the Dark Lord, who has declared his return. As you navigate this dang...
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It was the day of the Yule ball. Everyone excitingly got ready for the special night. It was Christmas Eve. White glistening flakes aimlessly fell from the dark sky above. Sheets of snow laid outside against the windows. The winds seeped underneath corridors leaving a chilling feeling. But with almost every room radiating heat from the fireplaces, it brought more comfort inside.
Ron stared at himself in the mirror. He took in his appearance. "Bloody hell," he cursed as he frantically moved from one side to the other.
It was as if with every angle it got worse.
Ron kept cursing to himself, hoping it would somehow make his suit look more presentable.
Harry walked into the room with a nice tailored black and white suit. His eyes darted to Ron's suit. He stood by the doorframe, eyes traveling up and down.
Ron flinched when he saw Harry in the reflection. "Harry!" He exclaimed. But then his eyes bulged. "Where'd you get those!" Ron whipped around to get a better look.
Harry stepped inside the room, and he glanced down at his own attire. "They're just my dress robes."
"They're alright," Ron blurted. He started to compare his suit with Harry's with his eyes. "Mine look absolutely horrid and old and—"
"I think they look traditional," Harry reassured.
Ron's nose flared. "Traditional? They're ancient"He paused, looking at his reflection. "I look like my great-aunt Tessie," he paused, "smell like my great-aunt Tessie."
"You look fine, Ron. Really." Harry patted Ron's shoulder then fixed the bonnet, adjusting it.
"You think so?" Ron rasped.
"I know so."
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Y/N walked down the steps with her heels clacking with each step she went down on, and strutted slowly with her forest green slip-on silk dress — it had a small slit on the side. It looks quite tightening, but it was comfortable for the girl, a mix of flow with it. Her hair was slicked back, she had her class ring, and a silver necklace of a flower that was given to her as a gift from her. [ if you prefer suit that can work. the attire isn't tht important ! ]
"Poor girl. I can just imagine herself crying in her room." Y/N heard. She subtly glanced over, seeing Ron's back facing her. He was talking to Harry.
The chosen one leaned closer, curious on what he meant. "Who are you talking about?"
Ron sighed in frustration. "Hermione, you slug. She didn't tell us who her date was. It's obvious she didn't because she doesn't have one," he explained.
The hairs on Y/N's nape stood. Realizing her sudden interest in their conversation, she feared she would start indulging herself with it. She managed to pull herself away, walking past them.
