A/N: This story needs more Hermione.
21: Friday
Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and frowned. She had never been very proud of her looks but even she could admit that her teenage years were beginning to be kind to her. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that it was a Friday night and she had absolutely no idea what to wear. She wasn't the type of girl who was good at picking out her clothes for the right occasions, perhaps one of the only things she wasn't adept at. Hermione finally threw her hands up and went with the first dress that spoke to her.
Sitting down in a lovely blue summer dress Hermione flipped through a very large book in her bedroom. It was the perfect way to spend a Friday night.