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Agenda for today

"Mione, hey sorry for waking you up...but well, you sounded really anxious," Ron sheepishly stated, while scratching his tomato colored hair.

"Well, it would have been nice if you guys came at an earlier time, but it's alright," Hermione yawned, crossing the room and sat down on her white leather couch.

Her three best friends made themselves comfortable in her apartment-not that they aren't already. Hermione makes it a priority to have them over every two weeks or so. Sometimes, one extra visitor would be with them, and sometimes it was just the three of them.

Also, every week, her parents would floo over and ask her how she's doing. It was a nice lifestyle.

"So, Mi, can I see the ring?" Ginny asked, excited to see the rock.

"Yeah, wait just let me grab it," she said. She came back a few seconds later carrying the box that contained the ring.

"Look at the size of that thing!" Ginny exclaimed. "That must have cost him thousands!"

"Yeah...guys, what am I going to do?" Hermione asked, covering her face with both of her hands exasperatedly.

"Well, Mi, I hate to break it to you, but we told you to break up with him the first two months," Harry commented.

Hermione glared at him. "I didn't ask you to come over here and tell me the obvious Harry, I asked you to come over here and help me and support me on what to do."

Harry put his hands up, signaling he meant no harm, "Well, Mi, you know what to do. We'll be here to support you. "

"But Harry..." Hermione whined.

"No,'Mione. Harry's right. You know what you have to do. He'll be thankful in the long run that you said no to his proposal because he will meet his soul mate eventually. If you agree to marry him, you will end up in a loveless marriage and in divorce. So just straight out tell him," Ron said looking Hermione straight in the eye.

"And besides Mi," Ginny cut in, "are you ready for a commitment like this? You're awfully young you know."

"'Mione, the bottom line is, is that this is your decision; whether you choose to accept because you feel bad for rejecting him or reject him and carry on with your life. No matter what, we wil be her for you. "

Ron and Ginny nodded their heads. Hermione sighed. Then she eventually nodded her head as well.

"Hey Luke, can you meet me later at that pizzeria in 32nd? ...Um... Yeah I actually do. Yeah, 3 would be great. See you later," Hermione sighed and put the phone back in her purse.

She had a busy schedule today. First she had to have her hair redone- it was getting really long, and have her highlights redone as well. Then she had to go shopping and buy a new go-see outfit which would take a maximum of two hours probably, then she had to go meet Luke at 3 o'clock.

Hermione opened the door to the best hair salon in New York; Frederic Fekkai's Salon.

"Bonjour, Hermionette!" the hair stylist greeted, opening his arms to envelope Hermione in a big hug. Most of the people in town know her with her stage name, Ermion Grangee. (Ehr-mee-on Ghranj-ey). But only her closest friends know her as Hermione Granger with the exception of Frederic who calls her Hermionette.

"Hey Freddy," Hermione smiled, "I'm just getting it cut, I assume Danielle had the information sent to you already."

"Yes dear, know just sit on your favorite chair and I'll prepare the tools," he said leaving Hermione to find her place.

She smiled and thought about the first time she met Frederic...

Flashback (Hermione's point of view)

The limo that contained me and Danielle pulled up to the Frederic Fekkai Salon. I gasped, recognizing the famous French man. Danielle tells me that we are in Soho, which sounded incredibly cool to me. We got off the car, and was warmly welcomed by a fit French man. He was really cute, and his hair was great. It was a chestnut shade with darker highlights

"Ahh! Daniella! Hermionette!" the man kissed our cheeks which I responded with by blushing. "She, Daniella, is gorgeous." He dragged us inside his establishment and made us sit, offering us refreshments. Danielle sat comfortably on the leather couch and whispered to me that he is a nice man and will make me look stunning. Suddenly, I heard Frederic's voice.

"Hermionette, come with me," Frederic asked for me to stand up and follow him to the back of the room.

Although Frederic seemed like a nice man, I was still very shy. I was always self conscious about my hair, getting teased endlessly about it all through my childhood years. It was a mass of unmanageable curly brown hair that seemed to have a mind of its own.

When we reached the back of the room, Frederic smiled at me and asked, "Darling Hermione, what do you see for yourself?"

At that moment, I felt like I'm in therapy. I mean, what kind of question is that? "Well...um..I..." I couldn't really come up with anything good. I stared down at my fingers and looked at my fingernails. It seems like Frederic is asking me more that what I imagine my new hair is to be. Suddenly, I realized that me, Hermione Granger, is in New York going to be a model. What Danielle said to be the "next it." Here I am, Hermione Granger, simple witch from England in New York having the full attention of this world famous hair stylist.

I guess Frederic Fekkai realized that my mind was drawing a blank, so he rescues me. He reached from my hand and looked into my eyes. Then his eyes wander and his hands pulled the stray hairs that escaped my messy ponytail. "This is beautiful! I know what to do!"

"Oh...um..alright. I just don't want it short or-" I was cut off mid sentence by Frederic putting a slender finger against my lips. I didn't want to end up looking like a boy, or have purple or green or red hair. Nothing against those colors, but it would look horrible against my complexion! But still, I guess Danielle wouldn't send me here with someone who will make me look worse off than before. That would be bad for business right? And why am I even scared he's a world famous hair stylist for crying out loud!

"Trust, Hermionette! Trust!" he grinned and pulled me over to a chair.

Frederic washes my hair, turning it curlier, which I suspect made him cringe a teensy bit. He leads me to a throne like chair that is separated from the rest of the salon. Then, he begins to cut. I was trying to eye his every single move, but it was beginning to hurt my eyes, so I just sighed and grabbed a magazine.

About an hour later, Frederic yells, "She's done!" Danielle comes over and shrieks. yes, shrieks.

"Oh my, Frederic! This must be your best work so far!" Danielle squealed coming to my side and smoothing my hair.

"Go on darling, take a look," he motioned for me to turn around and face the mirror.

I did as he told me and gasped at my reflection.

Looking back wasn't the mousy haired Gryffindor girl anymore. I saw a fierce woman staring back with hazel eyes. And her hair. Oh it was beautiful! It wasn't curly and unruly anymore. It looked as i it were shined, waxed, and nurtured. It was wavy like silk but the color was still the same. A fresh hazelnut with new additions of chestnut brown. I felt myself start to tear up at my reflection. Never in my life have I ever imagine me looking like this.

I thought that I would always end up being a Healer, or an Auror, never a model. I was always the brains, never the beauty.

Well, things are going to change, I guess.

End of Flashback.

After what seemed like four hours-it was probably only forty five minutes, Hermione was done with her hair and was off to one of her favorite Bendel.

She continued the day following her agenda, and picked several new go see outfits. They range from fun and flirty to sexy and fierce. The priced all varied as well. Her cheapest item was $350, the most expensive, Prada boots, $4000.

She was nervous. Her hands were sweating. Hermione was a few steps away from the pizzeria where Luke would be sitting expecting her answer.

She sighed and thought about the diamond ring that was getting heavy in her Chanel purse. She tied it on last night after her friend went home. It didn't fit. It was too small. She took it as a sign that it wasn't meant to be.

With a final sigh, she opened the glass door of the establishment and walked in.

Author's Note: What a long chapter! 1,574 words! I hope you like this. Thank you for all of you guys who like my story. I hope I pleased you with this one. And I hope I didn't disappoint with the Harry, Ron and Ginny meeting. And don't worry, our Draco dearest will be making an appearance very very soon. (wink wink) ;)