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Chapter 21
Present Planning
Hermione groaned tiredly as she crawled into her soft four poster bed and under her sky blue comforter. It had been a very trying, stressful, but also absolutely wonderful day.
Winky had kept her hard at work, however kindly. The two had, after finishing their decorations, scrubbed what seemed to Hermione, like every inch of the Great Hall clean… by hand. And the Great Hall really was very large.
Well at least during that horrid trial, Hermione had a little something to keep her going. Just mere hours ago, George had asked her to the ball. As the delicate skin on her knuckles began to bleed, due to the harsh cleaner, she thought of George. How she wouldn't have to go with Ron. How their first kiss at the shop had come about. How if she didn't keep scraping the stiff bristles of the soapy brush against the cold flagstones, she wouldn't be able to go to the ball as a human.
Hermione snuggled deep into her pillow just faintly hearing the gossiping voices of Lavender and Parvati two beds away.
"And I even is having to clean all the bookshelves! No magic! I think I is breaking four nails!"
"four?" Lavender gasped, horrified.
"Yes, it is being horrible! Utterly horrible!"
"But at least we was getting to go on a errand to Hogsmead, but also going shopping for Christmas gifts!"
Hermione's eyes sprung open. Presents! How could she forget? Well, she had already gotten Harry and Ron gifts, (the usual sweets and quidditch supplies) but what about everyone else? What about Ginny and Dobby and Winky… and George? What about George? Ginny, Dobby and Winky should be fairly easy enough, but what to get George?
Perhaps some sort of prank or joke perhaps? But no, he has a whole store full of that!. It has to be different, unique, funny, but meaningful.
She had a slight hint of an idea, but decided to figure it out in the morning. One thing was certain though, she would have to make it herself, because they most definitely did not carry it in any stores she knew of.
Lavender and Parvati's voices faded into nothingness and Hermione's eyelids fell closed under the moonlight shining through from the window.
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"Are you getting her anything?" Fred asked George, who was sitting cross-legged on his bed, browsing through a weathered copy of Quidditch through the Ages.
"huh?" George looked up to see Fred's face hanging upside-down from the top bunk.
"Like, for Christmas?"
"Uhhmmm, I don't know… should I?"
"Duh!"
"Oh that's bloody great! I don't know what girls like!"
"Well Hermione's not really your typical girl now is she?"
"Yes! And that makes it all the harder! And Christmas is only 3 days away!"
"Uhh… you could get her a necklace or something."
"Have you ever even once seen Hermione wearing jewelry?"
"Guess not then… A book maybe?"
"She's probably already read every book that can be bought in Hogsmead."
"why're you always so pessimistic eh George? How about a picture frame?"
"That might work… but how will I ever choose a picture?"
"Always with the pessimism… Just make copies of some from last Christmas."
"Yes, but there's so many…" George trailed off.
He jumped off his bed and propped himself up against the frame of Fred's top bunk in a swift motion that seemed to come from nowhere. The little light bulb above his head flickered wildly, every color of the rainbow blinking rapidly as he breathed, "I'll put together a scrapbook…It'll be absolutely perfect."
Fred inched away from the exuberant face of his brother that was peeking at him from below.
"Are you absolutely sure you're George? Usually, you see, he's quite…pessimistic… and not so…bouncy…or Obsessive!" Fred grinned, "Aren't you glad I made you ask her?"
George smacked Fred's smirking face and jumped back down to his bed, "I'm not obsessive!" he protested loudly.
"Course not," Fred yawned, his voice laced with sarcasm, "G'night,"
"Night," replied George, completely oblivious to his brother's tone.
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