Disclaimer: Me, myself, and I do not own the characters or places in this story. Sadly, I only own this plot...
A/N: Hello, hello, hello! Well, this is my first fanfic, so I'm playing around with a few ideas and such. I actually deleted the other one, because I noticed a lot of mistakes, so yeah, here it is, new and improved. But, as I noticed I did have 1 review, I will now thank jeevesandwooster for being my VERY 1ST REVIEWER! I am so grateful to you and so I will give you a cake (cookies are so yesterday). Hehe, yay!
It was a rather warm day in mid February as the students of Hogwarts bundled up to take their Valentine's Day visit to Hogsmeade. The sky was a beautiful candy blue and the clouds sprinkled among the blue were a pearly white against the sun's golden beams. Life at Hogwarts was just as peaceful as this picture perfect day, and the students traveled quickly to their carriages awaiting to take them to the snug village...
"Harry, I'm telling you, the Cannons could beat out any other team they wanted if given the right resources! The last game they played was in a straight down pour!"
"Yeah right! Ron, it could have been the sunniest day and the Irish still would've kicked the Cannon's a-"
"Harry!" Hermione scolded.
"Sorry, Hermione." said the boys, and they returned to their sports talk.
Hermione rolled her eyes as her two best friends bantered again about tactics, rules, and other things relating to Quidditch.
Hermione couldn't wait till they arrived, as she was dying to ditch her two male counterparts and go on a spree for their presents. You see, Hermione wasn't usually one to enjoy shopping as most girls did. She had a few exceptions though, and buying gifts for Harry and Ron was always a favorite of hers. Seeing their faces light up as they opened the carefully wrapped box to reveal a Chuddley Cannons sweater or a book on The Greatest Seekers of All Time. Hermione bathed in the glory.
And so, as the three arrived in the little town, Hermione quickly thought up an excuse to rid of her companions. "Boys, I want to go pick out some books, I'll catch up with you later."
"Ok, bye!" they said, and waved as Hermione quickly ran to the nearest book store. Once inside, however, Hermione hid around the corner, and watched the two trailed off to the Quidditch store.
"Finally!" Hermione muttered, and just as soon as they rounded the corner, she left her spot to go roam the town for the perfect gifts.
An hour later Hermione collapsed on the nearest bench, grumbling to herself as she had not been the least bit successful in finding a present for Ron at all. She had succeeded in finding Harry an entire package of snitch merchandise, but had no such luck with Ron. Soon after Hermione had given up, she was approached by Ginny Weasley.
"Hermione, are you having problems perfect-present shopping?" she asked sympathetically, sitting down and lifting Hermione's head onto her lap.
"Yes!" Hermione whined, looking up at Ginny with a pout. "I have searched all over this bloody town, and not one single store has anything of any special or perfect quality about it!" Ginny looked at Hermione in surprise for her bad language, but Hermione didn't seem to notice. She just continued ranting. "...and of all the years I've gone to this...this...PLACE, I have never before been disappointed! But now, of all years, this just had to happen. I cannot believe a person can have this bad of luck. I mean, because of the other years, Ron probably expects some great-"
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled, cutting her off in mid sentence. "I've been trying to get your attention for the past five minutes!" she laughed, as Hermione glared at her. "I said, go to the music shop, there may be something there that you may find of special and/or perfect quality."
"Oh, I guess your right." Hermione sighed, remembering the one shop she forgot to visit. "Will you come with me?"
"Of course." Ginny replied, and the two girls made their way up to the shop full of magical instruments.
When they arrived, Hermione was surprised to find Ron and Harry there, with Ron looking especially sorrowful over something.
"There you are Hermy, we couldn't find you all day!" said Harry as he caught sight of the two. Hermione quickly hid the bag containing Harry's gifts.
"Harry, what's wrong with Ron?" she asked quietly so as Ron couldn't hear.
"Oh, he absolutely fell in love with this guitar that he found, but when he saw the price tag, he almost fainted. It's one of those fancy guitars that you don't even have to know how to play to play it." Hermione looked at Ron with empathy.
"Poor Ron." she said, and gave Ron a big hug. Not expecting this sudden display of affection, Ron's muscles tightened. Looking down, however, he realized who it was and gave a little squeeze back.
"I named it Paul..." he said mournfully, drifting off. "Come on guys," he said, " let's go." The group started following Ron, when Hermione stopped. Ginny raised her eyebrows at her, but Hermione just motioned for her to go on.
Once gone, Hermione stared at the guitar in amazement. This was it. The perfect gift. "Ginny Weasley, I love you." she said, and with that, she marched to the counter to talk to the clerk.
Back at the castle, Hermione finished wrapping the large parcel, and laid back on her bed, exhausted. "Ron, you had better appreciate this."
A/N: I have now gotten 1 review, so my new goal is 3. 5 seems a bit to much to ask, so, yeah. But anyway, I do except constuctive critism, so any feedback at all would be great! I love you all! Hehe...