Julie Stone was a regular girl; she lived in an orphanage, had some friends, and every now and then would bang her head against the wall due to stress. . . . Normal!
Anyway, all her life Julie never seemed to quite fit in. She loved it, but her life...
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𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏' 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍. . . .
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Do you know, how when you read a book, you expect the grey areas, that are only briefly described in narrative or totally skipped over instead of having a full dialogue and details, to be fun or at least interesting?
Well, Hermione expected the interview with the beetle and Harry to be like that, but no.
It was boring and by the end of it, her eyes were drooping and Luna's soft humming of "Weasley is our King" was lulling her to sleep. Hence why she was glad when it was over and Harry, Luna and she made their way back to Hogwarts.
That night, a bit before dinner, Hermione decided to start getting ready for her date. After half an hour of desperate running around in underwear or a towel, or with jeans and topless, she finally got her outfit together, no missing clothes. Her short black skirt hugged her hips and flowed until above her midthigh; she had a white tank top with her leather jacket (and how she missed it) over it and it was finally paired with leather knee-high boots. She put on light makeup and some jewelry and made her way to the common room.
She and Fred had said that they would meet during dinner hour in the common room so they could sneak out. Fred was indeed there when she got to the common room; sitting on the sofa and staring at the fire. Hermione smiled at the enthralling look on his face, as his blue eyes swept over the fire, biting the inside of his bottom lip. Hermione shook her head and cleared her throat causing Fred to jump slightly and turn to her. As soon as his eyes swept over her, his lips slightly parted. Hermione watched as he bluntly and speechless stared her up and down making her raise an eyebrow and clear her throat.
"Um—You look ravishing, Mimi," said Fred with a smirk as he got up; Hermione felt her cheeks heat up slightly. "Really hot too."
"I know, darling," Hermione said poshly, making him chuckle, "You look ravishing too."
"Shall we?"
"We shall!"
Hermione was really disappointed that sneaking out of Hogwarts (without the map or cloak) wasn't as hard and thrilling as you would have thought. Maybe it was because it was dinner time, but they only passed through Filch once and he didn't even see them. Thus, passing through the One-Eyed Witch statue was easy.
When they did finally arrive in Hogsmeade and made it out of Honeydukes the both of them headed to Hogs Head and ordered some food—Hermione was starving; Fred too (a little)—and firewhiskey (because, why not?).
