I really want to cry :'( I got this to you guys late. I was twitching the whole time in china because I couldn't make documents over there. But anyway, here is your late, slightly short chapter :( I'm really sorry I feel so guilty D: Now, I'm going to answer a question I should have answered a few chappies ago. Thesistersblack4998 asked why draco called hermione a mudblood. Well, I know I myself am INFATUATED with Draco and Hermy, but I recently watched the film from beginning to end, and I have to admit, Draco is not arrogant, or boasting. He really is more mean than we see him as. I still love him though :) anyway, enough of my rant, enjoy!

I walked out of my house a week later, feeling refreshed, my vision perfect and for once, looking slightly like a woman.

Just kind of.

Alec turned out to be an amazing guy, and best friend. We spent more time with each other in the past week. I almost get a tingly warm feeling when I think about him.

Just kidding.

Sorta.

I wasted time on the Muggle streets, half-looking for a fragrance shop. Just to make things easier for Ginny, of course.

When I had finished lunch at a French place and my watch said it was one thirty, I hid in an abandoned alley and Disapparated and headed to Ginny's, only seeing a pair of gray eyes before I vanished. Strange.

The second I popped into their kitchen, the noise was indescribable.

"Mum, those are my Quidditch robes!" James whined.

"Sorry, dear. Lily! Get back here with Daddy's broom!" Ginny shouted crossly. Albus was laughing somewhere in the house, and Harry sounded like he was having a fight with Hedwig.

"Um, Ginny, Gina and Alec finished up early so-,"

"Oh, 'Mione!" Ginny exclaimed, struggling through the kitchen with a crying Lily, Hedwig screeching above them, and a basket of Slytherin robes.

"I'll just, er… take a minute to… prepare for our outing," Ginny said half-heartedly. She handed (pushed, more like it) Lily to Harry as soon as the be-spectacled man appeared downstairs. Ginny then proceeded to wave her wand at Hedwig and the robes, making a saucer of owl treats zoom out of the cupboard and the emerald robes fold themselves.

"Alright, Hermione, I think we're ready," Ginny said, fussing with her clothes in the mirror. We Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron and Ginny immediately whipped out her fireproof list.

"So, I think now, I have to take you to Queen's Closet… unless, of course, you want to go to Malkin's… pretty old fashioned robes, though…" Ginny trailed off.

"Wait, Gin, why are you doing this for me?" I blurted out. "I mean… you don't even know what the bet is about." Ginny looked thoughtful for a moment.

"To tell you the truth, 'Mione," she started. "I only heard 'Malfoy' and 'matchmaking party' when you called me."

Well that wasn't exactly surprising.

"I figured," I muttered. "Kind of."

Ginny tugged me impatiently through the Leaky Cauldron and into Diagon Alley.

"What are we waiting for? We need to get you prettied up!" Ginny exclaimed. When we reached Queen's Closet, a tall witch greeted us at the door.

"Good afternoon, beauties. Names?" She said in a silky voice.

"Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger," Ginny replied quickly, trying to push past the woman. The witch froze and gave us both a curious look.

"Which is Hermione Granger?" She asked quietly. Ginny poked me and gave the witch a meaningful look. The witch took me softly by the arm.

"There are some things waiting for you," the witch explained, leading us in. "A handsome young man came in earlier this week. He bought you these and left them here for you." The pretty witch went around the counter and pulled out a few things.

A dress.

A pair of beautiful shoes.

An bracelet.

A necklace.

A pair of earrings.

My hand went to my right ear where there was still a small hole at my earlobe. Who could've bought me all this anyway?

"Who… who came in to get these things?" I asked. The witch gave a grin.

"A young man," she replied. "I am not allowed to speak of him." Ginny was hopping up and down beside me.

"Oh, Hermione, you're doing amazing! Three weeks from the party and you have an admirer that sends you expensive stuff!" She cried excitedly. Typical Ginny. "Try them on! Now, please!"

"What?"

"Try 'em, love!"

"Don't call me that. And what's wrong with you? I highly doubt I can fit in a dress like that."

"Stop doubting so much! Just go! Fitting room to the left."

I reluctantly grabbed the dress and shut myself in the luxurious fitting room.

"What makes her think I'm going to try it?" I murmured to myself as a lifted the soft dress to take a look. It was beautiful, really. I just doubted it would be beautiful if I were in it. It was a light plum number, with soft layers. It looked kind of like something a princess would wear.

Not what a Hermione Granger would wear.

Not Hermione Granger's size either.

"Ginny, I can't fit it!" I said in embarrassment as I walked out of the fitting room, holding the dress.

"Oh, sod it, Hermione," Ginny scoffed. "We're having it. Besides, wizards have gyms, we're okay." We headed back to the nameless witch and she bagged the things. As she folded the dress into a neat little bundle, I played idly with the shoes. Very pretty, really. Sparkling and all that rubbish. Something little stuck to the heel of one shoe caught her eye.

A slip of paper, stuck on with an adhesive spell.

I unstuck the bit of paper and unfolded it.

Hope you liked the things.

I'll see you at the party.

A name.

In neat script.

Ginny noticed my frozen state and leaned over to skim over the note.

"Oh God!" She squeaked, a smile spreading. "Nice catch, Hermione."