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A/N: Ciao! So whats up my fellow lovers of fanfics and Harry Potter. (If you don't love fanfics or Harry Potter.. why are you reading this? Not that I'm complaining.. of course :P) So yeah, hiw was your day? Thats good! Thankyou ICECREAMROCKS don't dis me and guys are totallly AWESOME. Also, me and RhianTheWallFlower havr been going on strike as pupils until they make a school like hogwarts. BUT IT WON'T WORK ON OUR OWN! :P Anywayyyy moving swiftly on. Hope you enjoy! Sorry it's so short, but then.. all my chapters are short. You should be used to it!

Chapter 13: Something New

My hopes of having a date in casual attire flew out the window as soon as I told Ginny. But that was always going to happen.

Why did I tell Ginny you ask? Well I couldn't not tell Ginny!

Anyway, so there I was, 10 minutes before my date arrived. With lip-gloss, eye-shadow and blush applied; red dress all perfectly arranged on me; hair falling dead straight down to my elbows and my necklace from Mrs Lynch around my neck.

Once again, I was a victim of Ginny's fashion wrath. Not that she was bad or anything... but it took far too long to make me look vaguely pretty.

"You look wonderful Mione!" Ginny exclaimed. It took all my self-control to not snort at that. I had to practice being lady-like and have manners. Which, after spending a couple of years at the Weasley's, was kind of difficult. Old habits die hard I guess.

Anyways, after Ginny quickly adjusted her makeup, I headed downstairs.

In the living room Fred and George were playing catch with fireworks and Harry and Ron were watching and laughing at them.

As soon as I walked in everyone stopped and looked up, resulting in a fireworks-in-the-face for Fred. I laugh at him before walking over to Harry and Ron.

"You look nice Mione." Harry said, smiling. He has picked up the 'Dumbledore Twinkle' as we call it. It's when someone has a knowing twinkle in their eyes. I guess it comes with knowledge. Not my kind of knowledge... the I've-been-through-so-much-and-that-made-me-knowledgable knowledge. Understand? Good.

"Thanks Harry." I replied, before turning to the fireplace which had burst into green flames. When the flames cleared Kyran stepped into the room. He was wearing a dress shirt and smart trousers. Which was good, atleast I wasn't overdressed.

"Ready?" He asked, lookkng at me. I nod and hugged Harry and Ron quickly before taking his arm.

Seconds later I found myself in Hogsmeade, outside a place I had never seen before. It was called 'Magic Carpet Cafe.' (In the wizarding world the 'Magic Carpet' was a bit like the 'Red Carpet' muggles have.)

"After you." He said, holding the door open.

"Thanks." I replied, stepping in. For such a cheesy name, it did fufill the atmosphere the owners were obviously aiming for. That was why I immediately disliked it.

It was too... celebrity-ish. If you know what I mean. The sort of place people like Lockhart go.

It was spacious; with beautifully tiled, mosaic floors; giant, glistening chandeliers and stunningly set-out tables, scattered about. It was elegant, beautiful and it felt like it was an amazing place wkth high reccomendations. Naturally, you see why I hated it.

I didn't complain though, Kyran was obviously going to spend alot of money alot on that night.

"Table for two.. Lynch." Kyran told a waiter guy who was in a tux. He nodded smartly, then led us over to a small table by the window.

"Thanks." I said again, as I sat in the chair he was holding out for me. He sat down opposite me, and after afew minutes of silence, we both picked up a menu and began reading.

This was going to be awkward.

"That's... a nice necklace." Kyran began, obviously searching for something good to say.

"Thankyou, it was from your mother. Actually." He nodded.

"Yes I think I recognise it. But I thought it was going to be her wedding present to you. Wonder what changed her mind." He pondered.

"I think it was this tradition I told her about." I said, and recited the poem and it's meaning. He looked at me, clearly deep in thought. "She thought this necklace could be the 'Something Old'" I explained, hoping this would make him talk. He nodded.

"Yeah I know." He said in that annoying voice. "I was just thinking about something I could give you to be the something new."

This kind if shocked me, so I ate the rest of my meal in silence, and so did he. I know it sounds really awkward, but it wasn't that awkward. Just a bit. After he payed, we left and wandered through Hogsmeade. He seemed to be looking for a shop as he kept peering at store names. By now it was 9pm, but quite a few of the shops were still open, surprisingly. Finally he grinned and pulled me into a jewellery store.

"Browse." He said, leaving me in one corner and heading straight to another. I sighed, but did as he said. Not really looking though.

Ten minutes later he returned with a bulge in his coat pocket and led me out of the shop. Once we were outside he pulled the box from his pocket and gave it to me. I took it happily and opened it.

Inside was a pair of earrings that beautifully matched my 'Something Old' necklace.

"Something new!" He exlaimed with a grin on his face.

I couldn't help but grin back.