Bewitched ║ H. J. P oneshots

Someday

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"Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Because you look like an ugly tomato."

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"You okay?"

I quickly turned my head around to see Hermione holding two glasses of fruit punch, wearing the dress she had bought for herself last weekend. Before I could say anything she had sat herself on the couch beside me as she handed me one of the glasses.

"What's wrong?" she asked me, her voice more concerned.

I tried to make my face look as clueless as possible, "Nothing. Nothing's wrong."

"Alright then," she responded immediately, "Do you think my makeup is too much or is this dress odd-looking?"

"No. Why?" I placed my glass on the coffee table, throwing her a concerned look, "Did that Weasel say something to you?"

"No, no. Not that, it's—" Hermione paused, "People have been giving me looks at the party. I thought maybe it's because of my makeup or Godric knows what."

I raised an eyebrow, "And are those looks similar to the ones people gave you back at the Yule Ball?"

"I– I don't know. Maybe? I mean there's this guy who's staring so hard I felt like I was naked or something," she explained, "Just like how Nott did back in 4th year."

"In that case, they are not giving you looks Hermione," I assured her, "They're admiring you. You do know you're extremely pretty, do you? As for that guy, I'd be pleased to poke his eyes out for you. That is if you ask, of course."

"No. Don't!" Hermione glared at me, "I do not want that incident to happen again. Do you realise how much trouble you put yourself into when you tried that back in 5th year?"

I shifted on my seat, avoiding her gaze. "He deserved it," I mumbled. 

Hermione rolled her eyes as she stood back up walking back outside, "I'm just going to get some more drinks. Don't plan to spend too much time out there."

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The room was an absolute mess. The party was over, more than over actually. It was easy to tell as the only thing left were unconscious people scattered all over the room. The music now playing amongst the inaudible drunken mumbles.

I sighed, "I really played myself into thinking this was a civil party, didn't I?"

"When have they ever attended a civil party?" Hermione chuckled, "I'll bring Ron back to the Burrow, while you can help Harry back to his place."

"Where is Ginny when he needs her," I groaned.

"Practice. As usual," Hermione calmly answered as she put Ron's arm around her and helped him get to his feet.

"Course," I mumbled, "Harry seems quite sober though, doesn't he?"

"If smiling like an idiot with his glasses fogged up and cheeks as red as that means sober to you, then yes," Hermione sarcastically remarked, "Come on, it's getting late."

"It is late," I said while helping Harry up, "I guess I'll see you and your husband tomorrow then."

Hermione gave a small nod before disappearing with a loud crack.

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"Merlin, Harry. How much did you drink?" I said, putting him down on the couch nearest to the front door, "You reek of– of whatever it is you just drank."