A/N: This is my latest venture shall we say, it's my first prompt story so any feedback will be greatly appreciated. I've included to rules just so you know what my limits are, not that there are that many. Also if anyone has any one-shots/ prompts they wish for me to attempt, I am willing to do so, just send me a PM. :) Enjoy

Prompt: Hermione's well off, and slightly kooky, grandmother is holding a masquerade ball for Hermione's 21st birthday and has sent out invitations to all her old Hogwarts classmates and teachers, along with known friends, former enemies, and order members, hoping to have Hermione fall in love and get married.

Pairings: All or None are fine.

Ratings: All are accepted.

Length: 3000+ words. One-shots and Multi-chapter fics accepted.

Deadline: NONE! Go wild.

** This isn't required but I would prefer if at least two members of the Marauders were alive and present. I don't care which two and I don't care as to you're explanation for it. But like I said it isn't required. **

Here are some lines you can use in the fic.
At least one must be used.
-If there was one thing she was thankful for it was all the dancing lessons she had been taking since she first learned how to walk.
- "Well you're egotistical." She snapped.
"And you're beautiful." He returned.
"Who are you?" She replied voice full of begrudging respect.
- "Oh really Miss Granger, that kind of language is hardly becoming of a heiress."
- "But isn't he gay?" ... "No seriously, isn't he a total poofsie?"
- "No offense," Harry whispered conspiratorially. "But your grandmother reminds me of that cackling crow-lady from Diagon Alley that one time."
Hermione bit her tongue to keep from laughing. "Harry that was my grandmother."
- "Oh c'mon! It's not like we're going to put a loud fiery surprise in the punchbowl, Hermione. Besides, we already did that last year."
- "You - You - You underachiever!"
"Hehe, for a second I thought you'd say 'underwear'."
"ARGHHH~!"
"O~oh crap."

A Small Gathering of Friends?

A girl's twenty-first birthday usually symbolises the passing between adolescent to adult… and that you are finally on your own: "Key to the door."

Celebrations tend to be with close friends and family; a small gathering where toasts to the future were made, memories were reminisced and people got fairly drunk.

But not when you're Hermione Granger; well the drunkenness was still present, but the occasion was far from small, every Witch, Wizard and Warlock from all around England were invited by her far from sane Grandmother: Cecilia Rose Morganstat.

Cecilia or Cecil from her friends was an elderly woman who had at least one screw loose in that intelligent head of hers. Though she was in her late seventies she still had a slight skip in her step and even after the war this pureblood witch was still respected by the community at large.

Cecilia's contact with her granddaughter was non existent until after the war, where the truth was finally revealed to Hermione. She was a Muggle-born though her magical inheritance could be tracked back two generations to Cecilia. Hermione's mother Jane to everyone else but Rose to Cecil was a squib outcaste by her family because she didn't possess the ability to perform magic.

Cecil and Jane/Rose had a rather heated discussion after Cecil attempted to claim Hermione as her granddaughter having seen Rose at Flourish and Blotts book store and summarising that Hermione was her granddaughter due to her having the same eyes as Cecil's late husband Cedric. After the war they got back on speaking terms but Cecil had so far not claimed Hermione…

Though that was due to change, very soon…

-The Day of the Party-19 September 2000-

Cecil had insisted upon insistence that she be allowed to host Hermione's twenty-first birthday party in the ballroom of her manor, as a gift to both her daughter and granddaughter. Hermione and her mother had insisted that the affair be small- though small in their opinions and small in Cecil's were greatly exaggerated. They also said nothing fancy- Cecil decided the occasion should be a masquerade ball. Hermione said a conservative dress, that was practical and she put her foot down when Cecil attempted to get her into the biggest frock Twilfitt and Tatting's had in. There was a lot of Cecil in Hermione and both were too stubborn to allow the other to get their way, so after a stand off they decided to come to a compromise. Thus Hermione's current dress was born:

An Emerald Green nineteen-thirty's floor length ball gown, the figure hugging backless dress with spaghetti straps, had a sash sitting comfortably on her hip. Her hair was pinned up at the back of her head leaving only a few stray curls shaping her heart shaped face. And an oval shaped silver mask with a green feather adorned her face.

Cecil had also wanted Hermione to make her grand debut once all the guests had arrived, but as soon as the Weasley clan had arrived she made her entrance bee lining for them.

"'Mione, you look gorgeous" Ginny squealed as she got with in range, running to give her a hug. Ginny herself was wearing a gold coloured gown, not quite as flamboyant as Hermione's but gave Ginny and elegant flair.

"Yeah Hermione you look lovely" Mrs Weasley called as she hugged the younger woman.

"We put your presents over their when this man prevented us from going anywhere else with them" Ginny said as she narrowed her eyes at the man by the door; the security.

"But…" Fred and George said simultaneously from the side.

"We managed…" Fred started.

"To smuggle…" George continued.

"Ours in" Both looked pleased with themselves as they handed a small box over to Hermione. She cautiously opened the ribbon before lifting the lid to it, finding nothing inside she looked curiously at the twins. "It's invisible ink."

"Thanks guys" Hermione said quirking her eyebrows.

"It writes in actually ink it's just invisible to start with" they paused looking to each other before turning back to her, "Just remember to keep it in the box."

She smiled as she closed the box and levitated it over to the present table.

She surveyed the room looking at each of the guests before her gaze landed back on Ginny, "I'm glad you all could come… I don't know half the people here." She admitted as she glanced at the rest of her friends surrounding her.

Most of the Weasley family was there minus Percy and Charlie, as well as Tonks, Lupin, Sirius. She noticed that Ron and Harry were nowhere about.

Hermione looked towards Ginny again, "Where are Harry and Ron?"

Ginny smiled, "Ronald is over there" she pointed towards the buffet table, "Stuffing his face… he complained that he hadn't eaten in three hours," Ginny shook her head, and they watched as Ron stuck an enlarged spoon into one of the bowls on the table, his girlfriend Lavender Brown watching on. "As for Harry he's there" she looked towards a crowd of people all of whom were high up in the Ministry, "He's been there since we came" she once again shook her head.

Hermione smiled touching Ginny's arm as the younger girl glanced towards the floor, "Would you like me to save him?" she queried.

Ginny quickly looked back up "Would you?" Hermione simply nodded before she glided off.

Harry and Ginny had been an item since the end of the War and Harry finally realised what he had… he had not that long ago proposed and they were due to be married March of next year.

Over at the group Harry was playing his part in trying to play down his accomplishments like he had been doing for the last two years, "- it wasn't really much Dumbledore gave me all the clues, and Hermione Granger… she solved the puzzle, I just had to perform the act-"

"Excuse me gentlemen, and ladies, may I take my guest back?" the ministry officials all looked forlorn as this masked woman appeared taking the prize attraction away.

One man looked about ready to refuse when Harry spoke, "'Mione" he gave her a quick kiss on her cheek and a lasting hug and the man's mouth snapped shut. The group of officials nodded and the pair began walking back to the Weasley group.

Half way there, just out of the Weasley groups earshot Hermione stopped suddenly turning towards Harry. "I'm not going to repeat this Harry so listen" his eye widened at her tone, "You asked Ginny to marry you, so you can share your life together, don't isolate her when someone wants to speak to you." She poked his stomach lightly, "Or you'll have me to deal with, capeesh?" he nodded looking towards Ginny who was looking towards them strangely before smiling awkwardly at seeing Harry looking at her. "Good, now go" she shushed him along.

Glancing at the rest of the crowd she located some of her old classmates; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, each with a Patil twin on their arm, as well as Neville Longbottom who hand his arm around Hannah Abbot's shoulder. Deciding it would be rude not to speak to them she made her way over.

-Meanwhile-

"I don't see why we had to come? It's not like we even know this person, they wouldn't miss us" Draco Malfoy was complaining as he slipped his black mask over his face. Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini, stood next to him laughing lightly, Pansy's arm securely around Blaise's as she held the mask up to her face with her other one.

"Draco, I told you that Cecil is an old friend of mine and your grand-mère, she invited us here so we are coming." Narcissa chastised her son, "Plus knowing Cecil she will have invited everybody in England and we might be able to find you a wife."

Draco pulled a face at the mention of a wife, his parents had been hounding him to find a suitable wife to take over the role of Lady Malfoy, and to the present day not one woman had lived up to Draco's high standards. They were either too clingy, too flirty with other men, money grabbers, celebrity seekers and any other fault Draco could find with them.

"Finding a wife for Draco is like finding a piece of hay in a needle stack," Blaise joked, "Extremely painful, numbing and near impossible."

"It's not my fault women don't have enough potential, and just wish to satisfy my needs." Draco shrugged, "Not to mention they have no depth."

"You're just picky" Blaise stated earning him a slap on the arm from Pansy, "I'm not saying I just picked you because you were there Pans, I found my soul mate" he smiled his adorable smile and she linked arms with him again.

"I'm not picky, I just want to spend my life with someone I actually love, who I can't just walk over or say jump and she says how high" Draco huffed slightly running his hand through his blonde locks.

"That woman doesn't exist Drake… she's just in your head" Blaise stated before turning to Pansy, "Now shall I escort Bella to the ball?"

She nodded stepping forward from Draco side taking Blaise with her, with that the doors to the party opened, music filling the ears of Blaise, Pansy and the Malfoys. The Malfoy patriarch handed over a small silver box to the man at the door before they all stepped into the room. Pansy quickly asked Blaise to dance and Lucius and Narcissa made their way towards familiar acquaintances, leaving Draco to walk towards the bar for a large glass of Ogden's Old Firewhiskey, on his own.

Once he was settled he scanned the crowds of people for faces he recognised, there were a few Witches trying vainly to garner his attention but he ignored them. Finding many red-heads congregated together he sneered, obviously this Cecil did invite everyone. Notably he realised a certain bushy haired witch wasn't among them, which was a change though she would have been higher on his guest list than the Weasley's and their offspring as well as Scarhead.

He could see his Cousin, Nymphadora Tonks and his old Defence Against the Dark Arts professor Remus Lupin, the former who was holding hands with a younger boy no older than three, who currently had his face shaped like a pig, amusing a small red-headed girl. The latter of the elder couple had scars slicing down his face from many fights in his Transfigured form of a Werewolf.

Remus had almost been killed defending Tonks at the Battle of Hogwarts but a grieving Andromeda Tonks had stepped in at the last second taking the killing spell aimed at her daughter and son-in-law by Antonin Dolohov: who was later killed by Molly Weasley as payback for him killing her brothers Gideon and Fabian Prewett.

"Who you looking at?" Blaise's voice sounded next to him.

He glanced briefly at him before returning to the crowd his eyes settling on a sight that had him intrigued; an emerald green dress stood out in the throngs of people distracting him, a patch of light skin stood out of the backless dress.

He continued to stare at the woman's back willing her to turn around, "Ah the hot one in the emerald dress?" Blaise asked as he sipped on a tumbler of rum. Draco ignored him; "Go talk to her" Blaise pushed him slightly.

Puffing out his chest slightly Draco began making confident strides towards Hermione. Once he reached her he leant towards her ear, "Would the lady care for a dance?"

Hermione turned to greet the newcomer sending a waft of her perfume- a raspberry scented one- towards Draco, which had him sucking a deep breath in to keep from groaning.

"If the gentleman is offering" Hermione replied curtseying while Draco bowed extending his hand out for her to accept. Carefully placing her hand into his Hermione stepped forward allowing him to pull her to the floor.

They situated themselves in the middle of the floor, Draco's right hand immediately found her waist while his left grasped her right at their shoulder level. Hermione's left settled steadily on his shoulder blade and she could feel the muscles shift and slide with every movement. The symphony from the start of the Yule Ball back in their fourth year started and the pair drifted along with the sound, Draco leading at an advanced pace.

She was at least thankful for all of those dance lessons she had been taking since she first learned how to walk, as she was able to keep up and maintain the fluidity of their movements as one.

They continued dancing to the next few songs, catching the attention of many of the guests as they drifted in synch to the music. Once the third song had ended they parted Hermione to the Weasley clan and Draco back towards Blaise who was smirking at the blonde.

Taking his seat Draco stared at the back of the woman, who he had forgotten to get the name of, when suddenly a loose piece of hair dropped from the gathered bunch making Draco want to reach out to tuck it back. 'Fuck' he thought as he felt the first signs of arousal in his groin, getting another glass of Firewhiskey he decided to venture outside for a bit of fresh air, and hoping to who ever was up there that the cold air gave him some much needed control.

"I'm going to talk a wander outside, it's rather warm in here" without waiting for Blaise's reply he left the laughing man.

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