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The Christmas holidays were fast approaching, and Hogwarts was busy getting into the festive spirit. The traditional 24 Christmas trees had been brought in a few weeks early, so that Hogwarts students who were returning home would be able to see them this year. Hermione and her new girl friends had gone on a Christmas shopping spree in Hogsmeade, and they had bought almost all their Christmas presents. In fact, everyone had except for her. But now she was stuck - she had no idea what to buy for Rogue! Lucy hadn't been much help, and even Minerva had been clueless.

Hermione walked to the Great Hall deep in thought, before the solution to her problem hit her. Literally. As she walked round the corner, she walked straight into a certain blonde dragon-slayer; adoptive brother of her problematic...date? Well, that was what Rogue was to her.

Smiling, she grabbed the blonde's arm and dragged him into an empty classroom, closing the door behind them.

"What sort of things does Rogue like?" She asked straight away. Sting blinked, taking a few minutes to process her question and realise why she was asking it.

"Oh, you want to get him something for Christmas. Ummm, he likes dragons, but if he has anything...dragon-y, he likes it to be subtle - understated. He thinks that a dragon-slayer liking dragons is overrated. Which it kind of is. Oh, and his favourite colour isn't black as you might think, but rather dark blue - kinda like your guild mark. What else? Oh! If you really want to show him you care, get a present for Frosch - y'now, his exceed? He absolutely adores her, so she's basically his weak spot," he said, and Hermione nodded before heading to breakfast. She knew exactly what to get Frosch, and she had an idea for Rogue, but she needed to find a way to head back into Hogsmeade. Maybe I could borrow Harry's invisibility cloak, she thought, and looked for her best-friend, but her wasn't sat at the Gryffindor table - in fact, he wasn't even in the Great Hall. Hermione frowned and headed back to Gryffindor tower, hoping to catch him alone on his way down - and she did. But he wasn't exactly alone.

The first sign was that she could hear invisible voices, then she saw the floating feet - and she knew it was Harry under his cloak.

What on earth is he doing? She thought.

"Accio Harry's invisibility cloak," she muttered, and gasped when another person was revealed. Because that person was none other than Yukino Auguria!

The silver-haired mage squeaked and blushed, as did Harry.

"H-hey, Hermione," he said nervously.

Hermione smirked at them, raising her eyebrows in a questioning manner. "So, Yukino, is Harry your mysterious Yule Ball date, then?" She asked, and the celestial mage squirmed.

"I-uh, ah...maybe," she said, avoiding Hermione's eyes. Harry put an arm around Yukino and pulled slightly closer to him, and Hermione's grin grew even wider.

"Well then," she said. "I'll leave you two to it." And with that she quickly ran off.

Probably to tell Lucy, they thought worriedly.

The couple were so embarrassed that Harry didn't even realise that Hermione still had his invisibility cloak, and the brunette quickly made her way to the Honeydukes passage, putting the cloak over herself as she went.

"Lumos," she whispered, and the spell gave her enough light to see down the tunnel. It was dusty, probably from misuse, and Hermione had to be careful that she didn't trip over the tree roots on the floor.

She crept out of the basement door without anyone noticing, and quickly hurried across the street to the clothing shop.

Thank god I wore the cloak, she thought, seeing several Mahoutokoro Professors sat outside the Three Broomsticks, downing glasses of unknown liquids. Hermione shuddered as she saw Cana, the brunette bringing up bad memories of that night, and she didn't question the presence of a student, instead hurrying towards her destination.

The bell jingled as Hermione entered, and the shop owner looked up, confused when he didn't see anyone there. Hermione removed her, or rather Harry's, cloak, and explained to the man what she needed. He nodded, and a few minutes later come out with the requested items.

"Thank you," Hermione said gratefully, picking up the small bag and heading to the jewellers.

She quickly found the piece she had been thinking about buying Rogue, and quickly purchased it, anxious to get back to Hogwarts before anyone noticed her absence.

Sure enough, no one said anything as Hermione walked into transfiguration and sat next to Lucy, making Harry stiffen as he thought about what the girls could be talking talking about.

"You remember Yukino's secret Yule Ball date?" Hermione whispered to Lucy, and the blonde nodded. "Well, I know his identity now."

The girl turned to her friend faster than humanly possible. "Who?!" She demanded, forgetting to be quiet.

Hermione shushed her, and leaned over to whisper in her ear. "Second row front the front of the class, three seats away from the door."

Lucy gasped. "Harry?!" She hissed, and Hermione nodded.

The blonde squealed, drawing the worried boy's attention.

"Oh god," he whispered to himself, running a hand through his messy black hair.

The two girls would probably have continued gossiping, but thankfully for Harry's nerves, Professor McGonagall chose that moment to sweep in and begin the class.

-HP-FT-

Later on, in the Great Hall, Dumbledore made yet another announcement involving the visiting wizards and mages.

"As the Christmas holidays approach, I am sure you are all getting in a festive mood. Now, for all those Hogwarts wizards returning to their families for the holidays, I would like you to consider inviting some of our foreign friends to stay, even if just for a day. Myself and the other headmasters believe it would be a wonderful opportunity for you to all get to know one another better, and for those of you staying, you will need to put your names on the same sheet as normal - first years should ask their head of houses about it," he said before clapping his hands to summon the food and sitting back down.

Hermione turned to her friends, excited. Not many people knew this - none, actually, but her parents were very well off in the muggle world. Very well off. In fact, her father was first in line to a lordship - through his father's brother, Uncle Andrew, who had no children of his own, which in turn meant that Hermione would one day be Lady Granger. They had a very large house - Uncle Andrew had given them Granger Manor and moved into a smaller property when his health started to decline, so there would be more than enough room for all her new friends. Plus, Hermione knew her parents would say yes. She hadn't had many friends in school, so her parents were very encouraging in the 'social aspect of her life', as they called it.

"Do you want to stay with me and my family over the holidays?" She asked, confusing all of her foreign friends.

"Um, Hermione, who was that question directed at?" Lucy asked the question they were all thinking.

"What? All of you, of course!" She replied, as if it was obvious.

"Hermione, sweetie, do you even realise how many of us there are?!" Lucy said slowly. Hermione rolled her eyes at the blonde.

"No one here know this, but my dad's actually first in line for a lordship from his Uncle Andrew, and as I'm an only child as well, that means I'm next in line - one day I'll be Lady Granger!" She said, quickly continuing as she noticed her friends shocked expressions.

"Anyway, after Auntie Maria died - that's Uncle Andrew's wife, he moved out of Granger Manor into a smaller cottage, and told my dad to move his family in." It was obvious that she was fond of her uncle by the way she spoke about him. "And when I say told, I mean told! The geezer wouldn't take no for an answer. He always was a stubborn old fool. But, yeah, the point is we have more than enough rooms to accommodate you all. The manor's pretty big, even by the standards of people like Malfoy. There's my parents' suite, mine, about twenty-ish guest suites and close to fifty more bedrooms."

Everyone gasped, and tried to get their minds around the sheer number of guests the manor could hold, and Hermione, oblivious, still kept going. "Also, roughly thirty of the guest rooms have ensuites. So, yeah, in other words, there's more than enough room for all of you - even if we all had different rooms, which would be boring! I mean, what's the point in you all staying if we can't have a sleepover?"

"But Hermione, would your parents be cool with this?" Natsu asked, the only one not fazed by Hermione's newly discovered wealth.

"Psssh, of course! I was a pretty lonely person before I came to Hogwarts - my only friends were in books! So my parents would like me having a social life for once."

Hermione turned to look at Lucy. "So who would come? Obviously you, Natsu, Erza, Happy, Gray, Juvia, Cana, Levy, Wendy, Chelia, Lisanna, Yukino, Minerva, Sting, Rogue, Frosch, Lector and Carla. Ooh, and if Lisanna's coming, Elfman and Professor Mira have to as well. And Romeo for Wendy...Gajeel and Panther-Lily for Levy..." She paused and looked up from a pad of paper she had conjured and was scribbling furiously on. "Would Laxus come? Might as well invite him. Umm, who else? Aha, Jellal for Erza, of course." She stopped writing. "That's everyone off the top of my head - of course, all guests will have a plus-one slip as well," she finished, and smiled at everyone's gobsmacked expressions. She summoned her small army of quills, and within minutes all the formal invitations were done. She sent them off to their recipients with a quick spell, and left the Great Hall with a skip in her step, humming a little tune, the majority of her Mahoutokoro friends staring after her, mouths wide open.

A/N - Dayum Hermione, drop a bombshell on them why don't you! I think she would have an army of quills - can you guys see that? Yeah... Anyway, the scene is set for a sleepover of epic proportions - forget pillow fights, this would mean an all-out war!

Yes, there is a smidgen of RoWen in this fic, and maybe some Evelia (Eve x Chelia, idk if there is a name for them). Most of the characters are 14/15, except the teachers and some students (Erza etc). Wendy, Chelia, Eve and Romeo are all 13/14 - in the same year as Ginny and Luna.

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