My Ripped Dresses
This is slightly AU as there is chapter of established Nuna. Hermione's POV.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot.
CHAPTER 3 – PURPLE
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He asked me to dance! He actually asked, without any hint from me or anything!
He wasn't a bad dancer, he wasn't very good either and he get my dress caught on his dress robes at one point and there is now a small hole on the waist of the dress but I don't care!
He asked me to dance and if he hadn't gone to get us drinks (he actually offered me a drink without me commenting that I was thirsty or anything else like that), I probably would have just kissed him (maybe I still will when he comes back).
“The Ministry has fallen. Scrimgeour is dead. They are coming.”
All hell broke loose because of that patronus. I guess I'll have to wait to kiss Ron, if we ever survive this war. That dress will now have to be added to my collection of ripped dresses which were all caused, however indirectly, by Ron.
Sometimes I really wonder why I love him.
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My Ripped Dresses - A Harry Potter Fanfiction
FanfictionThis is slightly AU as there is chapter of established Nuna. Hermione's POV.
