A/N: HEY WAIT STOP READING. GO BACK TO THE LAST CHAPTER. I updated the ending, so it is a lot better, and the conclusion makes a lot more sense. Thanks!

Chapter 20
PARTY CRASHER

Waking up with a groan, Hermione stretches before simply sitting amongst her pillows to do her favorite thing-think. As her thoughts continue, her smile grows as memories return of the night before at dinner.
"Party!" suddenly runs through her mind, spurring her into action.
With a laugh at her own expense, she steps over to her owl at the window, grabbing a quill, ink, and some parchment along the way. Scratching her still messy hair, she begins to write.

Hey Draco,

Just want to say how fun dinner was last night. I'm glad you enjoyed the movie. The brunette, by the way, was Jennifer Lawrence. Very famous. Anyway, here are some ideas I have for the party:

-music (muggle and magical)
-food (DUH)
-fire pit (I'll show you what s'mores are!)
-games

That's all I have right now, but if you have any other ideas, let me know by sending something with Monty. Yes, my owl's name is Monty. I just woke up, so my brain isn't quite functioning yet.

See you soon,
Hermione

With a flourish, Hermione attaches the letter to her owl and opens the window briefly, attempting to keep the frigid air outside. Closing the window again, she smiles, and with a yawn shuffles away to get ready for the day.

RON'S POV

"So they really do fancy one another..." Ron thinks, sitting on the dusty floor of his new flat surrounded by boxes.

Ron had recently found a flat on the edge of the muggle and magical worlds, near the theater where Draco and Hermione had gone to the movies the night before. He recently moved in, and was now sharing the three bedroom flat with a roommate, Barney, who was a squib and lived in the muggle world. He worked in an office further into the city, but was currently helping Ron settle in.

"Hey mate, want any help with those boxes?" Barney says, looking into the small room at the redhead on the floor.

"Hm?" Ron says, looking up, "Oh, yeah that'd be great, thanks mate."

"No problem."

With that, the two men continued unpacking boxes of clothes, pictures, a few books, and of course Ron's Chudley Cannons memorabilia. When it came to the pictures however, Ron had to sit back down, holding a picture of Harry, Hermione and himself in second year. In fact, it was the same picture Hermione had looked at a few weeks earlier.

"You alright mate?" Barney says, watching the forlorn ginger carefully.

"Yeah," Ron says, still watching the picture, "I just think I might have really screwed up this time, you know?"

"Yeah, I know how you feel. Happens to the best of us." came the response along with a squeak of the chair in the corner, "What happened to you if you don't mind me asking?"

"Well," Ron sighs, "I managed to get kicked out of school in my last year, and I lost my two best friends in the world because I couldn't let my childish hate go."

"Ouch," Barney says, "Well mate, have you apologized? Do you feel like you've let go of that hate?"

"Not quite," Ron says, looking up at Barney, "But I want to try. Or at least apologize, you know?"

"Then go apologize!"

"It's not that simple! They probably don't ever want to see me again!"

"Well then they're not great friends, hm?"

"What do you mean?"

"If they were truly your friends," he says, standing, "They'd forgive you no matter what."

"But no matter what I try-"

"Have you tried yet?"

"No..."

"Then go try!" Barney laughs, "Good luck; I'm off to work. See you later."

"Thanks Barn," Ron says, standing up.

With a wave, Barney walks out of the room and down the hall.

Once Ron hears the squeak and slam of the front door, he stands to get dressed, forming a plan to win forgiveness in his head.

DRACO'S POV

"Today's the day! Mother's gone, and the party should be bloody brilliant!" Draco grins, pulling on a pale blue t-shirt.

Having already received Hermione's owl, Draco was simply getting things together, such as food and entertainment. At the moment, he was pondering whether to get a device called an iPod or not. Hermione claimed it could play hundreds of songs and store them all in a little metal box! Although Draco was doubtful, he found himself making his way to Muggle London to find a department store to buy such a device.

"Hello sir!" says a small man with a goatee and thick scottish accent, "Anything I can help you with today sir?"

"Yes actually," Draco says, eyebrows scrunched, "Do you know where I might find an iPod?"

"Oh yep! Follow me if you please," says the small man.

After following the small man, Draco finds himself surrounded by shelves upon shelves of more devices than he could possibly understand.

"...and over there," says the little man, pointing, "Are the iPods. Anything else I can help you with?"

"No, thank you," Draco responds.

"Alright," says the man, "Have a nice one."

Draco is then left to walk over to the shelf of iPods, looking completely lost. Little metal boxes of many different colors lined the shelves. Eventually he settled on silver, for Slytherin, of course. Grabbing it from the shelf, he looks around the large store, looking for what seemed to be a cashier. After wandering for a few more minutes, he finds a line leading to what appeared to be the place to buy his iPod.

Luckily Draco had gone to Gringotts to exchange some galleons for muggle money, and the money had the amounts printed on them, so it seemed like a simple enough thing to do. Once at the front of the line, Draco hands the box to the young scruffy haired boy, who doesn't even look up.

"That'll be 195 pounds please."

Eyes widening at what seems like a very high price, Draco pulls the bills out of his newly aquired wallet and forks them over to the kid, who then hands back the box.

"Thank you for shopping with us, have a nice day."

"Erm," Draco says, "Yeah, okay."

With that, Draco hightails it out of the store and onto the busy city street. Ducking into a nearby alley, he apparates back home, where everything makes sense.

HERMIONE'S POV

"Oh jeez, so much to do!" Hermione says, scribbling madly on parchment in preparation for the party.

Then, she thinks, "Wait, I'll get Ginny! She can help!"

Rushing over to her fireplace, she throws in floo powder.

"Ginny Weasley!" she shouts into the flames.

Only a moment later, her friend's head appears with a grin.

"Hey Mione!"

"Hey Gin, can you come over?"

"Um," she pauses, "Yeah sure, is this about the party tonight?"

"Yeah."

"Alright! Just a sec."

"Okay."

Hermione had owled the group earlier that morning. It would be relatively small; her, Draco, Harry and Ginny, Luna and Blaise, and Neville and Emma. Soon enough, Hermione's thoughts were interrupted by Ginny Weasley stepping through the fireplace.

"Hey girly," she grins, "What do you need?"

"Well to be honest, I'm not sure now!" Hermione laughs, "I've got the food, the invitations, I told Draco how to get the music..."

"Oh," Ginny grins, "I know. Your outfit! What are you going to wear?"

"Ugh, not again!"

"Yes again! You have to look nice for a party Hermione!"

"Fine!"

Squealing, Ginny grabs Hermione's wrist and drags her up to her bedroom.

A FEW HOURS LATER

After struggling to figure out the blasted device, Draco was absolutely fed up. When Hermione stepped through the fireplace to the manor, he didn't even look up, fiddling with the small device in his hands.

"Ahem." Ginny coughs, before walking away to investigate where the kitchen was hidden.

"Oh hey Hermio-" Draco distractly says before looking up, "Oh wow."

"Hey Draco," Hermione says, grinning, "Do I look alright?"

"Oh, you look great!" he says, eyes wide.

Hermione was wearing a simple red laced dress paired with black floral laced tights and boots with gold and red. To combat the winter weather, she wore a gold leather jacket paired with a metallic necklace. A simple pale gold eyeshadow finished of the look.

"Thanks Draco!" she beams, "I see you got your iPod there. I brought my laptop, so I can get songs for you."

Swinging her black backpack over her shoulder, she follows Draco to the kitchen, where he saw Ginny disappear.

"Ginny!" Hermione says, catching Ginny munching away on the platter of cookies.

"What!" Ginny mumbles, "I only had one! Okay two. Five. I'll stop, sorry."

"I didn't know you made cookies Draco," Hermione says.

"Well, they're actually from that recipe you used before, remember? I really liked them so I tried to make them."

"That's so sweet!" Hermione says, hugging Draco.

Draco hugs back, blushing madly.

"Alright, now let's get some music, okay?" Hermione says, pulling back.

"Okay," Draco says, ignoring the looks Ginny is giving him behind Hermione's back.

After about half an hour more, the three settle down in the sitting room by the ffireplace. Hermione with a bottle of water, Draco with butterbeer, and Ginny with a muggle soda.

Before they know it, Harry, Blaise, Luna, Neville, and Emma are stepping through the fireplace and seated around the sofa, laughing and just having a great time.

That is, until another person steps through the fireplace. Much to his horror, every person in the room leaps to their feet, wands raised, Hermione at the front of the group.

"What is HE doing here?" Ginny practically screams, making the rest of the group look up.

A/N: Hey guys sorry for the horrible delay, here's the new chapter.
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Jess