Hey everyone. When I wrote my last chapter, at the top of the page, I put I needed 25 reviews before I write another chapter. Well.I only need 5, which I stated at the bottom. Sorry about that! Now, before I write chapter 3, I need 5 more reviews!



Hermione moved the flowers off of her desk and placed them on front table in the waiting room. She admired them for a moment before she would have to return to her paper work in the bottom drawer of her desk. The phone rang and Colleen answered. "Hermione, the phone is for you, a Mister Potter." "Oh, thank you Colleen, I'll take it in my office," Hermione said. Hermione walked back to her office and answered the phone. "Hello Harry," Hermione began as the picked p the line. "Hi Hermione, I was just calling to talk to ask you if you wanted to go to the Ministry's Ball on Saturday with me." Hermione's heart fluttered. "Well, of course I will Harry. Is Ron going?" "Yes, he is going with a new witch at the ministry. She started at the beginning of this month." "What's her name?" asked Hermione curiously. "Solstice PaperKnack," he replied. "I am already tired of her." "What do you mean you are already tired of her?" said Hermione hastily. "She's only been there for a couple of weeks." "When Ron asked her to the ball last week, and she amazingly said yes, all Ron talks about is Solstice this, and Solstice that. They haven't even gone on a date, they are just going to the ball together." Hermione pondered this for a moment, not paying any attention to Harry's griping. Okay, so Harry doesn't think of this as any more than a get together of friends. "So anyway, I'll pick you up around six thirty on Saturday okay Hermione? I have a lot of work to do, and I suspect that you do also, so I'll let you go." "Okay Harry, I'll see you on Saturday." With that, they hung up.

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Hermione drove home from a stressful day at work. She pulled up into the driveway of her mansion and sat for a moment admiring her house. It had once belonged to her grandmother and when she died, passed it to her granddaughter that she hardly knew. Hermione's grandmother had never known about her being a witch and attending seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione's parents hadn't wanted to tell any of her family of her abilities because she was muggle born and they didn't want her family to be shamed. Hermione thought of Harry's aunt and uncle who had hated him so much. In a way, Harry's life was a little like Hermione's.The Grangers were very proud of their daughter, but knew that both of their own family's wouldn't be. They would be ashamed. They were always against people out of the ordinary, just like Harry's aunt and uncle. It seemed strange to Hermione that the rest of her family never questioned how she was doing in school or what school she even went to for that matter. She figured her parents had made up something and told them lies. Hermione regretted that. She loved being a witch, no question about that. She just wished her family knew the truth. She got out of the car and walked up to the heavy wooden door. Hermione went inside the empty house and made herself a sandwich for dinner. She didn't feel like cooking. Since it was Monday, she had about five days to find a suitable ball dress. She looked through some catalogues for the local dress shops and decided to stroll over to one and see if she could find one that fit. At least she would know what size to find. Hermione quickly finished her dinner, put on some light makeup and started downstairs. The doorbell rang. She hurried to open the door. Draco Malfoy.

I just need 5 more reviews! Pleeeeeease?! Thanks! ~Summer