But it was only Hermione instead who smiled back at him gently, the periwinkle dress from her Yule Ball days hugging her finger and her hair done up in ringlets (Ginny had insisted on a color scheme as close to Holyhead Harpies purple as possible). Harry was about to make a quip about how Ron would no doubt swallow his tongue when he saw her, but then his best mate caught sight of the paper's front page and her friendly grin dipped into a stormy frown. Glancing to her best mate, she winced in sympathy.