𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌 || h.potter

twenty-two || Year 4 ✔️

"So...are you going with Cedric?" asked Hermione, as they walk around the shop finding dresses.

"No." said Amelia. "I'm going with Harry."

"Why not Cedric?"

"He already got a date." Amelia pouts. "It's fine, though. At least I can go with someone who I can have a laugh with."

"Mhm...I reckon Harry's going to be boring."
She chuckles.

"Hey!" Amelia glares at the curly haired girl. "You don't have to rub it on my face that you're taking Krum with you."

"I wanted someone else." mumbled Hermione.

"Ronald is just blind." Amelia scoffs. "It's alright, he might not see the fact that you like him, but he'll come 'round."

Hermione nods. "Lets go and get ready, the Ball is in three hours."

"Okay."

They walk back into the castle and went to the Common Room and Amelia groans, seeing loads of girls being messy.

Amelia pulls out her dress from her package. 'Let the battle begin'

/*

"Wow, Hermione. You look absolutely stunning." Amelia stares at her in awe. "Ronald's going to regret not taking you."

"Oh, shut up, Mia." Hermione blushes. "Alright, you put on your dress."

"Okay, then." Amelia walks inside the bathroom and started to put her red dress with lots of laces her black shoes and she pointed her wand on her head, with a simple spell, her hair was braided on the side of her head. She uses this muggle thing called a 'concealer' which Hermione recommended for her scar. She puts on her make up and the last touch was her lipstick.

Amelia smiles at her reflection, and there was a knock on the door. "Mia? You done yet? We're almost late." said Hermione, through the door.

"Yeah...you guys go on first. I'll be right there." said Amelia, she then heard the room door close.

Amelia takes her bracelet and puts it in her hand, and smiles. She opens the door left the Common Room.

/*

Harry and Ron are walking down the stairs into the Great Hall.

Ron is fidgeting with his outfit.

"Leave it alone." scolded Harry.

"Poor kid, bet she's alone in her room crying her eyes out." said Ron.

"Who?"

"Hermione of course, come on Harry, why's you think she wouldn't tell us who she's coming with?" Ron lifts a brow.

"Because we'd take the mickey out of her if she did." replied Harry.

"Because nobody asked her." added Ron. "I would have taken her myself if she weren't so bleeding proud."

Harry takes Ron to Parvati. (A/N I know it's supposed to be Padma, but I changed it up a bit lmao) Padma beside her.

"Hello, boys. Don't you look..." Parvati eyes Ron. "Dashing."