Part two
Hermione could tell when a subject had been dropped and the one concerning Harry had definitely just ended.
“You didn’t hear? I was sure Ron would have said something, but he has been busy…” Hermione felt awful, she hadn’t realized that Ginny didn’t know about their promotions. “Well, Ron, Harry, and I were all promoted. It’s funny really, because we were promoted soon after we had our interviews, you know, for the Prime Minister’s visit.”
Rambling about their promotions had been meant as a way to lessen the glaring fact that Hermione had forgotten to confide in Ginny, one of her good friends. However, it dawned on her that it was, in fact, odd to have been promoted so soon after being interviewed. And it wasn’t just her, but Harry and Ron as well.
Ginny smiled. She didn't trust the Ministry, not one bit. But she did love her family, and since she could remember Hermione and Ron were included in this family.
"So, you are working for the Prime Minister's visit? I forget, when exactly is that?" Ginny's guilt let her stomach lurch. There were somethings that Hermione and her saw very differently, but it had never been anything major, like this. "Are you excited?"
She took this new information about the interviews to mind. Yes, the Ministry more than favored the Integration policy. She never felt more like she had no one to confide to-- at least in this manner.
Finding another dress that could work, Hermione pulled it out and examined it. “The Prime Minister should be here over the next few weeks.” Deciding the dress wasn’t to her liking after all, Hermione put it back. “I suppose I’m excited, more nervous really. I realize that not everyone supports this visit, so it wouldn’t surprise me if something bad were to happen.”
Figuring that the recent flux of promotions was purely coincidental, Hermione turned her attention to finding a dressing room. “Shall we try these on?” she asked, holding up her bundle of dresses.
Ginny nodded taking in Hermione's words. "That and the speech must be completely rattling your brain. Do you support his visit?" Ginny asked idly hoping her own opinions wouldn't come into call.
Ginny put the purple dress down. She saw it. The perfect dress. Not too much, not too little, and the perfect shade of Holyhead Harpies green, and she was to be representing her team after all. She walked towards it and guessed her size. She turned to Hermione, "Yes, let's try these on."
Spotting a doorway toward the back of the shop that appeared to be the fitting rooms, Hermione moved in that direction, checking to see if Ginny was following. “I support what his visiting implies, that Muggles and Wizards can accept each other. Why, don’t you?” Hermione could tell that Ginny was holding back from saying something, but she could be wrong. It didn’t occur to her that Ginny might not be ecstatic about the Prime Minister’s visit.
Reaching the back of the shop and hence the little stalls they were expected to change in, Hermione looked toward Ginny. “Should we show each other the ones we like? I’m not the best judge of what looks good on me.”
Ginny thought of the best way to dodge giving a full answer to Hermione. "I think there are a lot of things to think about, so, I'm not sure." She stepped into her dressing room and decided to try for the brown dress first. She had no idea that it showed this much skin...
"Er, I'm ready when you are." Ginny stepped out of the dressing room to see Hermione. She already knew she wasn't fond of this option.
Hermione had been too busy trying to figure out her dress to reply to Ginny. She missed the simplicity of a dress robe. Apparently there was only one strap to this dress, something she had missed before. Oh no, there was the other one. Was that a strap?
The dress was lilac and one look in the tiny mirror in her stall told Hermione that it was the wrong color for her. “Okay…” Hermione took a deep breath and stepped out of her room.
Ignoring her own dress for a minute, Hermione regarded Ginny’s. “It’s… very brown?” She smiled, trying not to insult the dress or how Ginny looked in it. The red head looked gorgeous no matter what, but the dress did nothing to flatter her.