A/N: Hello everyone! This is my new story, entitled Almost (formerly Black and Gold). I've been away a while from writing, but I'm back and I feel like I'm getting better. I have most of this story written, and am tweaking it as I type. I hope you enjoy. Read and review if you like! :)

Full Summary: All is well six years after the Second Wizarding War. Harry, Ginny, and Hermione decide to take a vacation at the renowned Ember Mansion resort in Ireland for International Magic Week (IMW). There are a lot of unexpected but familiar faces, interesting friendships form, flings happen, and things are quite different than they were six years ago. Things become even more different after vacation, and everyone begins to deal with a problem far more complicated than mindless hate and war: love and relationships...

Notes: This story gets really complicated on the shippings, but I want to keep it a surprise. Just know that it gets complicated and this story ends up being more Hermione-centric than anything.

Rating: borderline between T/M for adult themes and language..I'd lean more towards M for the suggestive things, but most chapters I'd just give a T.

Disclaimer: JK Rowling owns Harry Potter.

Almost

Chapter One

"Hermione, get out of the car!" Ginny said, trying to pull the woman out with no luck. "Harry, she won't get out!" Ginny yelled.

"This is too beautiful to even be angry about, 'Mione!" Harry yelled back. The view before him was spectacular. The mansion was huge and dark colored with several glass windows and one of the biggest doors Harry had ever seen for an entrance to a house. It was surrounded by nothing but cliffs and the sound of the ocean crashing into the rocks, save the front entrance where a large, black gate guarded the whole property and a small parking lot.

Ginny finally gave up and went to join Harry to enjoy the mansion they'd be spending the next week in. Ginny was in awe at the sight before them as well.

"It's beautiful, Harry," Ginny stated.

A disgruntled Hermione finally came stomping next to them. Despite her disdain for the situation she was forced into, Hermione wasn't able to keep her eyes off the mansion either.

"I can not believe you dragged me here!" Hermione complained.

"It's a vacation, Hermione," Harry said, adding, "Merlin knows you need it."

"They have the nerve to call this single mansion a resort?" Hermione mumbled, analyzing the place. "Of all weeks to decide to take a vacation on a secluded resort in Ireland, you choose International Magic week. Do you know how many people could possibly be taking a vacation here this week…people I absolutely do not want to see?"

"It's a huge mansion, but there aren't that many rooms, which means less chances of seeing people you know and more of meeting new people! Do you know how far in advance we had to book these rooms? Four months, and let me tell you, the IMW is not the easiest week to book for," Ginny said, handing her bags for Harry to hold. "Besides, you never know who you might meet!"

Hermione picked up her bags and snorted, "Because meeting someone new is the first thing on my mind at this point in time."

The three walked to the entrance of the mansion where a doorman was waiting for them. He was wearing a simple black suit and white gloves. Up close the door was even bigger. It seemed to be a firm door, made of steel and opened in one direction.

"Welcome to the Ember Mansion, we hope you enjoy your stay," the doorman said smoothly, leading them inside.

The front hall was marvelous. In the center of the marble floor was a display of a good-looking stone-carved witch and wizard bathing in the waterfall display. Around the display was a staircase that went up a short flight of steps and split into two different directions into more flights of steps and hallways that seemed to be endless. To their right was the front desk. Two young women, a blonde and a brunette, sat at the front desk in narrow black skirts, white collared shirts, and black fitted blazers.

"Welcome," the brunette said, smiling brightly. "And how may I help you today?"

"Oh, Potter," Ginny answered. "That's our reservation."

She looked through her list and then made a "Ha!" sound before saying, "Potters! Harry and Ginny? So good of you to be here! We were wondering when the Potters would come along to our little mansion!" It seemed as if her bright smile never left her face. "It says here two rooms?"

"Yes, one for our friend Hermione Granger," Ginny said.

"Oh, yes, yes," the host said, "Head of the Muggle Relations Department at the Ministry of Magic?"

"Former," Hermione said dryly. She had resigned from her post two years ago, after quite the fiasco with a certain Weasley. Of course, Hermione didn't really expect that information to go as far as an Ireland resort, where they probably didn't care what affairs went on in the world, as long as their building was able to function.

"Okay, well follow me," she said, leading the way. Her curly, brown hair fell to her waist, and she carried two sets of keys with her. "My name's Adrienne. I'm one of the hosts here." Adrienne led them up the stairs and to the left. "Your rooms are in the East Wing. Beautiful wing, you get to see the sunset just perfectly. If you leave your windows open, the brightness can just wake you up!" They went up another flight of stairs and to the right. "There's only 20 rooms in this whole mansion, isn't that hard to believe?" She laughed airily. "The east and west wing split the rooms in half. The second floor has ten rooms, five on each side, and same with the third floor. You guys are on the third floor, as you can see."

"This is more beautiful than the pictures I saw in the magazine," Ginny commented.

Adrienne halted in a corridor, her heels no longer clicking on the marble floor but a red carpet. In this corridor there were three doors and Adrienne fumbled with her keys to get one of the doors open. "Down the opposite corridor are the other two bedrooms on this floor and side," she informed.
The door opened and the room was huge. A large canopy bed sat in the middle, covered in black and white covers. To the left was another door, which they all later discovered led to a fully equipped marble bathroom, with a Jacuzzi tub and glass shower stall. To the right of the room was study area with a desk, complete with a quill and paper and some books sat on a small bookshelf next to it and directly to the right of the door was a small living room area with a very comfortable looking couch, chair, and glass coffee table.

"Wow," Harry said. "This is great."

Adrienne handed Hermione one of the golden keys, "This is to your room, its right across this one," she clasped her hands together in excitement. "As you know, it's IMW, so we've got quite a few guests. For any interested guests, we have a joint dinner every evening in the dining room at seven. Tonight will be especially encouraged since it's a welcoming for everyone here for IMW. But, if that doesn't suit you, there is a lounge in the room next to the dining area where you may order your own food, or drinks, as there is a bar in the lounge as well," Hermione brightened inside with glee, "We don't offer room service, but the kitchens are open from six am to ten pm everyday. In addition to the lounge and dining room on the main floor, there's a library and an indoor sports room, where you can rock climb, play tennis, duel, or any other sport that they showcase in there. On the lower level is the game room, which includes a pool table, a wizard's chess board and usually just men playing poker and smoking cigars," Adrienne rolled her eyes playfully, "and an indoor pool. The backyard is free for flying, walking or just enjoying, there's a little cherry blossom garden, a pond, a courtyard, and a nice little field. We do encourage the use of magic, however we ask that you keep it safe. Apparating is only permitted outside the gate. Any questions about the place?"

Adrienne looked at the three brightly. Hermione just looked bored, Harry scratched his head trying to take in everything Adrienne just said, and Ginny was glowing with excitement.

"No, no," Ginny said, "Thank you so much, Adrienne!"

"If you need any assistance you can look for me, or the other host, Victoria, or Bobby the doorman," Adrienne made her way out the room with that bright smile still plastered on her face.

Ginny turned to Hermione. "What do you think?"

Hermione shrugged, "It's nice, though I'm wondering if that stupid smile's off her face now," she grabbed her bags and walked out of the room, "I'll be in my room all week." She slammed her door shut behind her.

"She doesn't mean that, does she?" Harry asked.

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Hermione buried her head in a pillow on her bed and screamed. She had no idea how she had been talked into this. She must have been extremely inebriated to have agreed to this. Hermione pondered that thought for a moment and concluded that she may in fact have been inebriated when she agreed to it. Her brain was screaming at her because it wasn't a vacation she needed, it was distraction and work. Sadly, she had neither at the moment. Her new job at the book store insisted she take a vacation, even though Hermione didn't want one. The next thing you know she wasn't on the schedule for a week and they told her it would be paid. She suspected Ginny was behind the scandal, but nevertheless Hermione was trying to see the good in the trip. Maybe she would meet someone. Maybe she wasn't ready. But maybe meeting someone didn't have to mean she had to be ready. Maybe it just meant it would help her move on from the pain of her ugly divorce from Ron Weasley.

Hermione and Ron had been happily married. But years down the line problems sufficed. Their differences started to make them clash rather than compliment each other. And soon all the issues were piled one on top of the other, until one mistake by Ron had the whole marriage ruined for good. Hermione had gotten over his betrayal. What she was still mad about now was the dark thoughts that lurked in her brain. What if she never could find anyone again? Ron was the only one she had ever been with. She felt like she had wasted the last six years with Ron when she could have been out there living her life, finding someone who was worth it. Now it might be too late. The thoughts left her bitter and resentful towards Ron and everyone else, even though she was passed the betrayal part.

Hermione just needed a nap.

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A knock on the door woke her up. "Bloody hell," she mumbled. "Yes, it's open."

Ginny walked in wearing a long, slim strapless black dress with chiffon material tied in around her waist, meeting in a neat bow at her back. Her red hair was down in curls. She was putting a dangling diamond earring on one of her ears.

"You look great, Gin," Hermione complimented.

Ginny smiled, "Thanks! Please tell me you're joining us for dinner."

Hermione pulled the covers over her, "Um…"

"Come on, please!" Ginny begged, taking a seat on Hermione's bed.

Hermione groaned. "Gin, you know I don't like these things."

Ginny got up and started rummaging through Hermione's bag. "I know I told you to bring evening wear..." Clothes were being thrown in different directions.

"Hey!" Hermione said, throwing the covers off of her. She grabbed her wand and started mumbling spells to organize everything.

Ginny pulled out a green dress. "Yes, this is perfect. This is beautiful and it must have been expensive. Ron would fall on his knees to see you in this."

Hermione stared at one of the dresses she had packed. "Oh, yes. I may have bought that one in a rage with Ron's money after we broke up."

Ginny paled, "Oh, I'm sorry Hermione. I didn't mean to bring him up…"

"Its okay," Hermione said quietly. "But it doesn't mean I want to go!"

"Oh, please Hermione! I promise it'll be nice! When do we ever get to be this fancy? And anyway, if you absolutely can't stand it you can go into the lounge to eat by yourself, and have a drink," Ginny begged.

Hermione sighed. "Oh, alright," she grabbed the dress from Ginny. "I'll be ready in half an hour."

ooo

"Hermione, hurry up!" Ginny said, banging on her door. "We have five minutes." They actually had fifteen, but Ginny knew how long Hermione took.

"Fix your bow!" Ginny told Harry. He was in a gray long sleeve button up, black vest, and black bow tie with black slacks.

Ginny and Harry had thought no one was occupying the last room in their corridor, but suddenly the door opened and out walked a fresh-faced, sleek blonde-haired Gabrielle Delacour.

"Gabrielle!" Ginny exclaimed in surprise at seeing her sister-in-law. She was wearing a sparkling silver long-sleeved dress that parted in a low cut v in the front. "I had no idea you were going to be here for IMW. You look spectacular."

Gabrielle's perfect blonde hair flowed freely around her as she gave an airy laugh, "Oh, thank you, Ginny. It is good to see you two!" She gave them hugs and air kisses. "There are so many familiar faces here. Is it your first time in Ember Mansion?"

"Yep," Harry said. "Ginny was dying for a vacation this year."

"I am surprised you are not with your brother," Gabrielle said, "I saw him walking around the mansion earlier."

Ginny gulped, "Brother?"

"Yes, Ronald is here! Well, I'll see you two downstairs, no?" Gabrielle gave them a wave of her hand and walked down the stairs swishing her hips.

"Shit," Harry said. "That wasn't supposed to happen."

"I thought you said Ron would be in celebrating in London this week!" Ginny said to Harry fiercely.

"I thought so too!" Harry retorted. "I hope she's mistaken. We can't know for sure until we see him, right? So when we see him that's when we make a run for it and hope Hermione forgives us."

Ginny rolled her eyes. But before either of them could think of what to do next, Hermione opened her door to reveal herself. Her hair was up in a loose ponytail with curls falling freely around her face. She wore silver dangling earrings that suited her green dress perfectly. The dress was long and flowed slightly outwards near the bottom. It was thinly strapped and cut in a low v, but revealed a completely open back.

"What are you guys gawking at?" Hermione asked with a sour look on her face.

"You look… amazing," Ginny said.

"Yeah, 'Mione, it's like the Yule Ball and your wedding all over again," Harry said. He quickly received an elbow to the stomach from Ginny.

Luckily Hermione didn't catch it, or she didn't care. "Let's just get this over with."

The trio walked down the stairs and made their way to the entrance of the dining room. The room was brightly lit by a sparkling chandelier that hung above the great, dark-wooden and narrow dining table. Upon entering the doors, Hermione made it a point to focus on sitting down. She noticed that there were a handful of people already seated, but blurred them from her vision in an attempt to avoid all contact with anyone other than Harry and Ginny. There appeared to be more people on the left, so Hermione took a seat at the right. Ginny took a seat next to her and Harry took a seat across Ginny.

"These chairs are big," Harry commented. The chairs stood tall, but was neatly cushioned and comfortable.

Ginny looked around to see if there was anyone she noticed. "Is that Princess Ariadne? Merlin, she's the Greek princess, holy…" Ginny gaped. This woman was royalty and was vacationing in the same home as her. Ariadne looked the part, too, in a regal silver and white gown with intricate designs that flowed gracefully and her hair in a perfect bun.

Harry motioned his head to the far left. "It's the Zabinis." Sure enough, Blaise and Pansy were seated across each other on the other side, looking as snobbish as ever in their dark evening wear. Gabrielle was already seated somewhere in the middle a seat away from Harry and directly next to a thin Theodore Nott. Two men were also seated nearby whom Harry noticed as players for the Falmouth Falcons.

Ginny nudged Harry, noticing a familiar face two seats away from her, "Cho Chang would be sitting next to the Falmouth Falcon players."

Through the doors came Luna Lovegood in a simple short sleeved and knee-length dark blue dress, with her fiancé Rolf Scamander.

"Harry, Ginny, Hermione!" she exclaimed, walking around the table to take a seat next to Harry with Rolf. "I didn't expect to see you all here," her voice still had that dream-like quality, but she had matured and sounded like a very confident adult.

Hermione managed to crack a smile out at her, but quickly looked back down again, focusing on her napkin.

"Is she ill?" Luna whispered to Ginny.

"No, just tired," Ginny whispered back, and then raising her voice to normal level, "So, Rolf, isn't it? How have you two been?" The two couples continued on in small talk.

Through the doors now came a tired-looking Draco Malfoy dressed in an all black, and his wife Astoria in a sheer purple gown barring her shoulders, showcasing her light brown locks. Draco seemed to scan the room and firmly decide on sitting with the company on the right.

"I hope your heart isn't too broken, my love," Draco told his wife in a cold voice. He took a seat next to Hermione and Astoria took a seat next to him.

Hermione seemed to pay no attention to this, still intent on concentrating on her napkin. Anymore concentration and she'd probably burn a hole in it unintentionally.

"Mrs. Weasley?" Draco asked, making an attempt to start conversation because he really didn't want to talk to his wife at the moment.

Hermione finally looked up at the familiar voice. "It's Miss Granger," she said through clenched teeth. "Well, interesting seating choice, Malfoy. I thought you'd be over there on the other side with your pureblood buddies."

Draco frowned. He would hardly call Blaise and Pansy buddies, much less friends, "You know, I got over my old prejudices. I didn't think you'd still have them six years later." Hermione snorted at that. "And Granger, is it? No wonder you aren't walking around with your, er, ex husband, I guess?"

Hermione became completely alert now. "What? What do you mean walking around with my -"

And through the doors walked in a slightly disgruntled looking Ron Weasley, followed by a happy looking Lavender Brown. She was dressed in a ridiculously bright pink, knee-length dress with matching pink heels.

What little color was left in Hermione's face drained, and she gave Harry and Ginny death glares.

"Now, 'Mione, we didn't know…" Harry said carefully. Hermione knew he wasn't lying because his face was just as pale as hers.

Ron and Lavender hadn't noticed who was there yet, but took the remaining seats on the left anyway.

Ron scanned the table and first saw Harry. "Harry, is that you mate?"

"I need a drink," Hermione said, "I'll be back." And she stood up and swiftly walked towards the doors.

"Oh, could you bring me back an apple martini?" Draco called out to her. She gave him the finger. "My, she's feisty now."

Harry had gone over to Ron to explain the situation. Ron looked annoyed the whole time and kept insisting things like, "Well, it's not like she owns the place…I can go wherever I want to go!..If she wants to yell at me, then fine, but she has no right to assume!...All she does is tell me she hates me!...Be civil? When do I ever start it! Lavender invited me because she booked an extra room. Am I sharing rooms with her, no of course we aren't sharing rooms!" Harry just looked back at Ginny with a helpless look.

Ginny shook her head, "This is not going to be good." The first course was now being served. "It's been like fifteen minutes…someone should go check on Hermione."

Draco overheard this and after observing his wife's behavior he decided he didn't want to be around her. "I can check on her." Astoria seemed to pay no attention as she kept glancing over to the other side and back again at the walls near her.

Ginny's eyes narrowed. "You…want to check on Hermione?"

Draco chuckled, "No, I don't want to check on her. I merely want a drink, and if she so happens to be in the lounge then yes, I suppose I could check on her."

Ginny nodded uncertainly but before she could protest, Draco was up out of his seat and walking passed the dining room doors. He walked into the lounge, which was filled with black leather seats, a few glass tables, and some private booths, which were all surrounding the bar that stood in the center of the room. It was a dimly-lit room, and it appeared that no one was in it, except the bartender. Draco walked up to him.

"Hello, uh, Charles, is it?" Draco said, reading the nametag.

"Yep, that's me," the young bartender said cheerfully, cleaning a few glasses.

"Did you happen to see anyone in here within the last fifteen minutes?" Draco asked. "Oh, and I'll take an apple martini."

Charles began making the drink. "Yeah, there was a pretty lady in here just a few moments ago. She downed a vodka tonic. I'm a little afraid because she drank it pretty fast, but she insisted I make her a second glass. She then said she needed some fresh air. I reckon she's out in the back." He slid Draco his drink, topping it off with a piece of lime and straw.

"Thank you, kind sir," Draco said, walking out of the room with his drink. He had intended to just go back into the dining room if he didn't see Hermione, but if she had just drank a whole alcoholic beverage and was proceeding to finish a second one all within fifteen minutes, Draco decided it would be wise to go and find her. He also thought it could be very hilarious. Draco found Hermione sitting on a bench in the back courtyard.

"Granger, smoking a cigarette?" Draco said, highly amused.

Hermione turned around and glared at the blonde. "It's none of your business, Malfoy." She had her beverage in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

"I didn't say it was, I'm merely commenting," Draco said. He noticed Hermione's cheeks were flushed and her eyes glossy, despite the wind.

"So are you going to leave as soon as the morning comes? You wouldn't want to associate with mudbloods and Gryffindors for a whole week now!" Hermione said unnecessarily.

Draco seemed to ponder this for a moment. "Despite my wealthy status, rooms at the Ember are still hard to come by. I wouldn't want to waste that four month reservation. And in any case, I am no longer prejudiced. Arrogant, pureblood, and rich would still describe me, but prejudice no. It's been six years. People do change in some ways you know, like you. You're more angry than I remember."

Hermione made her cigarette disappear. "What I am is none of your business! You don't know me like that, Malfoy."

Draco shrugged, taking the last sip of his drink. "Come on, they're serving first course. Weas- I mean Potter sent me out here to get you."

"Ginny sent you to find me? Merlin, her judgment is getting worse than I thought." Hermione got up, staggering. She finished the rest of her drink and made the glass disappear as well.

Draco took hold of her arm. "Geez, Granger, I didn't know I'd be babysitting tonight."

Hermione glared at him, "I'm perfectly fine walking on my own, thank you," but a couple steps on her own and she was wobbling.

Draco grabbed her arm again. "Look, I don't know what happened between you and Weasley and I honestly don't really care, but if you are trying to make a fool of yourself it's going to work."

Hermione turned even redder, "Fuck off, Malfoy," but still held on to his arm as they walked inside the mansion.

"I'm trying to tell you that Weasley and the rest of your friends will probably have more to say if you walk in there stumbling like a fool," Draco said.

Hermione gave a forced nod.

"Did you see what that Lavender was wearing? Bright pink?" Draco added, trying to lighten the mood.

Hermione laughed, "She's such a whore."

Draco replied, raising an eyebrow, "Such colorful words tonight, Granger."

The two entered the room to everyone finishing up their first course and having little side conversations, but everyone's eyes went up as the two walked in.

"Blimey, she looks amazing," Ron said under his breath.

"Oh shit," Lavender said, immediately looking down. "I didn't know she'd be here."

"Look, its Draco," Pansy told her husband quietly, with no emotion in her voice whatsoever, "I hope he doesn't try to kill you this week."

Blaise just grunted at that.

"Astoria looks quite lovely, doesn't she?" Pansy said darkly. Blaise made no comment. "We already know you agree."

Draco and Hermione took a seat. This is when Princess Ariadne decided to speak up.

"I think we all should introduce ourselves to each other!" She said brightly with a slight accent. "It seems that everyone knows each other quite well, but I'm interested in knowing who I will be spending the next week with." The whole table paid attention and agreed, because it was the Princess of Greece, and no one wanted to say no. Well, except Hermione, but she was just trying to finish her food before the house elves came to collect their first course plates. Ariadne started with herself. "I'm Ariadne of Greece. Some of you may know who I am." This was ridiculous as everyone knew who she was. She turned to her right.

"Blaise and Pansy Zabini," Blaise spoke for them. "Good to see everyone," he said courteously, obviously not meaning it. Hermione nearly choked on her food at the fakeness of it, having everyone stare at her for a moment before moving on.

"I'm Derek," the man sitting next to Ariadne greeted with a wave. She looked at him with smiling eyes.

"Theodore Nott," the former Slytherin said with a nod.

"Gabrielle Delacour," the girl said with a thick French accent. "I am so excited to be here for the week! And there are so many familiar faces! I hope we can all enjoy our time together."

"Harry and Ginny Potter," Harry said, motioning across his seat to a red-faced Ginny.

"Harry Potter?" Ariadne commented, "You're a legend!"

Blaise coughed loudly at the other end of the table as Harry scratched his head without anything to say. He always hated compliments.

"Luna Lovegood and this is my fiancé Rolf," Luna said proudly, blue eyes twinkling.

"Cho Chang," Cho waved shyly, "Didn't think I'd run into so many people I knew here, but it looks like a good crowd."

"We're Jet and Arrol," the two between Cho and Ginny said, "Players for the Falmouth Falcons! I'm sure you've heard of us." They had cocky grins on their faces, like typical jocks.

"I'm Lavender-"

Hermione cut her off. "Well that's quite enough with the introductions isn't it?"

"No, it's not," Ron said, rolling his eyes, "There's still the Malfoys over on your side and me and Lavender, and you didn't even introduce yourself."

Hermione glared, "Shut up, Ron. I'm pretty sure everyone in here knows who we all are. This is Draco and Astoria Malfoy," she said, motioning to her right, "I'm Hermione Granger, formerly a Weasley but divorced because of that delicate woman in pink next to my ex-husband."

"Hermione, that's enough," Ron said sternly.

"Who are you to tell me what to do?" Hermione shot back.

"Oh, dear," Ginny said, sighing.

Lavender opened her mouth to say something but shut it.

"That's right, keep your mouth shut for once." Hermione said in a drunken slur.

"Hermione, are you drunk?" Harry asked.

"I am perfectly fine!" Hermione yelled.

"Granger, remember what I told you…" Draco started.

"No!" Hermione yelled some more. "I will not remember! Do you know what kind of agony this asshole put me through? How dare he show up to the same place as me and with her no less! The nerve!"

"So the rumors were true?" Cho asked quietly, then covered her mouth wanting to slap herself for speaking out.

"Granger, drunk? This is rich!" Theodore spat out, amused.

"This is no one's business! It's been two years!" Ron yelled back. "Shut up about it already!"

"Hermione, please," Lavender whimpered desperately.

"Fuck you, Ron!" Hermione said, getting up out of her seat furiously and leaving the room, not forgetting to slam the door behind her.

"I hope she makes it up the steps," Astoria commented.

"I hate being around her," Ron said, "Sorry, this nearly happens anytime we're in a room together." He apologized to the rest of the table, who were sitting with their mouths agape, except the former Slytherins who couldn't keep an amused smirk off their faces.

Ginny closed her eyes in frustration and opened it to raise her voice at Ron, "You stay away from her this week, Ron."

"Me, stay away from her?" Ron exclaimed. "Did you not just see the display she made?"

"I mean it!" Ginny said. "You two keep out of her way."

Ron was about to protest but Harry cut in, "Just listen to your sister." Harry knew that when Ginny started to get mad, it wouldn't end pretty.

"Oh, look, second course is here," Ariadne said, finally breaking the awkward silence. Everyone went back to their side conversations.

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Notes: Before anyone gets the chance to say it, here are some things I will note: I'm American, so my English slang sucks. I try, but it might not be as convincing. International Magic Week isn't real, I just made it up as a reason for people to be at the resort. I don't have a beta, but I do read each chapter at least ten times before posting it, but I'm only human, so I'm very sorry for any mistakes! Some characters may seem OOC, but in my defense it has been six years since the books and I believe some people can definitely change within those six years.

What do you all think? Let me know! :)