The Yule Queen

Summary

It is Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts, and once again, the school hosts a Yule Ball just before the Christmas holidays. All of the girls are excited to dance with their chosen wizard. Everyone but Hermione Granger, that is. With Hermione as the only one of the Golden Trio returning to Hogwarts, she has no one to take her to the ball; that is, until a certain potions master catches her crying in the hallways, and asks what ails her. Will Hermione be crowned Yule Queen? Or will she have to have her last dance alone? Well, read and find out, folks! As always, your votes and comments are much appreciated. Thank you ahead of time! ☺☺

Status
Complete
Chapters
17
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
18+

One

Hermione's Pov...


The owl arrived at my London flat just as I was about to settle in for the night. I worked as a waitress at Roxy's, a topless strip club, but I had never had the courage to get up on the stage to dance when it was amateur night. The other girls tried to tell me that I would be awesome up there, and that I was gorgeous.


But I just never could, honestly. My childhood modesty stopped me more than anything else. The modest insecurity that told me that I was much too ugly and plain to entice men to put pound notes down my garter belt as I danced provocatively for them as an exotic dancer.


I found a barn owl in my window sill, and I thought the envelope it carried was from Harry, or Ron. But it was stamped with the red Hogwarts crest. Interesting.


Dear Miss. Granger,


You have been selected with the unique offer of redoing your seventh and final year at Hogwarts of Witchcraft and Wizardry. In light of the war ending, you may wear what you wish out of class, but uniform cloaks must be worn over your chosen outfit. You will also have the option of being resorted into a different school House, since this war has changed everyone's mindset. Your list of required school supplies is enclosed. Please send your compliance with this office via a return yes or no with this owl.


I look forward to seeing your imminent return.


Sincerely,


Minerva McGonagoll,

Headmistress


I got out an envelope, and a piece of note paper and put my reply as Yes, I will definitely attend, and my name. I gave the owl my envelope and a treat for his trouble. The barn owl let me pet his soft tawny feathers before taking off.


I then got ready for bed, and when I got up, I had the arduous task of informing my employer that I would have to quit my job. The owner said that it was a shame to lose me, but that I would always have a job with them if I needed one. I thanked the owner and hanged up the phone.


I packed my things, and looked at my old Gryffindor uniform. No, I would have to throw it in the trash, it was far too small for me, particularly since my bosom had grown a bit.


I slept that last night in my apartment with an excitement that I didn't know I was feeling until then. Hogwarts! It was a shame Harry and Ron wouldn't be returning, but at least Luna and Parvarti Patil would be there. I didn't know who else would be there, but at the very least, I would not be the only one returning to Hogwarts this year, and that was all that counted in my book...