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This is my third story. It is written for christmas!! :D YAAY! Okay. Story time.

Chapter 1

Hermione yawned, got up and rubbed her eyes. Looking around, her eyes fell upon the calender on her end table beside her bed. It was two days before christmas! She got up, stretched and proceeded to start her day.

As she walked out of her little toilet, she noticed two owls perched outside her kitchen window. She noticed Hedwig on the left and an unknown brown owl on the right. She walked over and opened the window, feeling the cool breeze brush her cheek. The two owls flew into her cosy house in the muggle world and she lazily walked towards the owls who now stood on her kitchen table. Both had an envelope in their beaks. She slowly took the envelope Hedwig's beak, stroking his head and she did so. The letter read:

Hermione,

We were wondering if you would be going to the Christmas party the ministry invited almost everyone to. If you are, please reply who you are going with. I would not have sent you this letter if you did not break up with Ron. He seems devastated. You should talk things out with him.

Sincerly,
Harry Potter

Hermione frowned as she read the letter. What Christmas party? She also cursed as she reread the "Ron" part. She and Ron had broken up a few weeks ago because of a argument they had. She noticed the other owl as it flapped its wings impatiently. Slowly, she took the envelope from the second owl and opened it gently. It read:

Miss Hermione Granger,

The ministry warmly invites you to our first ever Christmas Party! It will be held at The ministry and we would really appreciate if you could come! It would be great, too, if you brought a partner with you. If you are going, once you reached the ministry, a house elf would then direct you to the ball room and the party will then begin! It is held on the Eve of Christmas, and you would be required to stay late as the doors will not be opened until 1 am for people to leave. We would appreciate if you do not bring a muggle friend that has no relations to magic unless she or he studies in the magical world.

Sincerly,
Cornelius Fudge

She sighed and placed both envelopes on the table. How could the ministry do this when Voldemort is still on the loose? She was now on her fourth year in hogwarts, and she also wondered why the ministry sent her the letter so late. A bright green flame shot from her fireplace and a sheepish looking Ginny stepped out of it.

"Hermione, Harry wanted to check if you are alright as you have not replied to his-" She trialed of as she saw the two letters on the table. "Just got it huh?"

Hermione smiled and walked forward to Ginny, giving her a big hug. She always loved it when Ginny dropped by to visit.

Hermione then offered Ginny a seat on her floral couch, taking a seat too beside her. She then sighed, remembering Harry's letter.

"Hermione, I'm sorry my brother acted as a jerk towards you, I know its unfair. I really think he is a prat. Harry is just trying to help, I hope you don't blame him." Ginny said softly, afraid to hurt her feelings.

Hermione just smiled weakly and said, "Well, I don't give a damn about your brother anymore - no offense - And I don't blame Harry..." She looked away. "By the way, Ginny. Who are you going to the Christmas party with? Well of course, Harry." She laughed at her own stupidity, rolling her eyes.

"Yes of course! I bet everyone knows it.Besides, who are YOU going with then?" Ginny asked, biting her lip as she did so.

"Im not going with anyone." Hermione said flatly.

"Okay.. So, want to go shopping for a dress later?" Ginny asked, suddenly lifting the atmosphere.

"Sure. What time?" Hermione asked, shrugging.

"Uhh.. I will just come to your house by floo powder and meet you here! Don't be shocked if a gingered hair girl shows up unexpectedly in your fireplace. Well, I'm off now!" She squealed and half ran into the fireplace. Vanishing with a burst of green flames.

Hermione smiled to herself and looked at the clock. It was 11 am. She yawned again and leaned her head on the arm rest. Slowly closing her eyes..

Well how did it go? Please review :D Thanks! Writing the next chapter NOW. :D