Title: It's a Girl thing..

A/n: Hi again! Hope someone enjoys this..i couldn't sleep! And also, if anyone cares it makes more sense to use Find to read these cos I post at the strangest times and in the space of three hours my stories sometimes reach page eighteen or something. Sheesh

Hermione wrapped her hair up in a towel. It was a Muggle habit that she had grown rather used to, although her old dormitory mates had always preferred magic.

As Head and Assistant Head Prefect, she and Blaise Zabini, a Slytherin girl who barely acknowledged her presence had their own dormitory, almost their own tower. There was a bedroom for each of the girls, a bathroom(she could opt to use the Prefect's bathroom if she wished), a study space that looked like an office and, for no particular reason, a sort of common room with couches and a fireplace. There was a bronze plaque on the front door that had the legend:

Hermione Granger(with the Gryffindor Lion next to her name)

Head Prefect

And

Blaise Zabini(with Slytherin's Serpent next to her name)

Assistant Head Prefect

: engraved on it. It was not a hidden living space like all the House Towers, so it had a door. The guardian of the door was the animate four-foot high statue of a cheerful leprechaun that went by the name of Walter. He did not ask passers by for a password, but worked as a sort of doorman who could put a nasty hex on anybody who was not welcome. Standard security regulation.

Her roommate was already asleep, bring obsessed with her complexion. It was five minutes to midnight when Harry and Ron arrived.

She knew that they had come because she heard the unfriendly beginnings of an ancient Leprechaun itching hex about to be put on somebody from outside.

"Walter?" she called, "It's okay, they're my friends!"

"Alright, Miss Granger," huffed the statue in a thick Irish accent. "But mind you, I don't approve of boys visiting you in the middle of the night. Two of them! I don't know if they're trustworthy or not.."

He rambled on as the door opened as Ron and Harry stepped in, carrying what looked like a Christmas feast.

"Can it, leprechaun!" another voice shrieked. It was Blaise. She came stalking out of her bedroom door, a green masque on her face and in a bathrobe.

"What the hell is going on here?" she demanded.

"Argh!" Ron cried. "Hello, Blaise," greeted Harry, ever the polite one.

Blaise was one of the Slytherins who were a little more tolerant towards Muggle-Born witches and wizards.

She sniffed at Harry. "What are you doing here, Potter, Weasley?" she snapped, completely unembarrassed by the fact that she was not wearing anything under her robe.

"Visiting our best friend, if it's any of your business," griped Ron.

She looked at Hermione who shrugged and grinned sheepishly.

Blaise rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said imperiously. "Don't make too much noise, and for Merlin's sake, Granger, don't let the scumbags try anything with you, just hex them if they do. But whatever else you may try, stay the hell out of my room, if you would be so kind." Blaise was an extreme feminist.

"Agreed." Said Hermione, mortified by the suggestion that Harry and Ron would ever take advantage of her, and the boys in question were trying very hard not to laugh.

Blaise stalked back into her bedroom, muttering something about Gryffindors and their hormones.

As soon as the door had slammed shut, the three began to laugh. Hermione quickly charmed Blaise's room so that she would not hear anything they did.

The first thing that Harry and Ron did was try to make Hermione tell them everything.

"Food first!" she said. "I didn't get any dinner at all, damn Malfoy kept bugging me about broomstick regulations or something."

Harry and Ron had brought up salads, soups, steaks and desserts. They ate as well, because they were always hungry.

"By the way," Hermione said, halfway through a bowl of ice cream. "The kids want a party or something."

"The kids?" questioned Harry.

"The Third Years and so on. Last day of school. Think Cho'll let them go through with it?"

Harry reddened at the name of the Ravenclaw Seeker.

"Well," Ron said through a mouthful of something or other. "Look at the factors. She probably doesn't want Harry asking her again, so there's a con. It'll give everyone something to do, so there's a pro. Honestly, I can't decide."

"Well, what do you think, Harry?" Hermione asked. She and Blaise were to make the actual decision, because Cho had something rather big on her hands at the moment. Blaise could not care less, so it was up to Hermione.

"Er.." he said. Parties, balls and the like had never been his strong point. He got immensely nervous around almost every girl he tried to talk to with the exceptions of Ginny and Hermione but in his opinion, they did not count. "Why don't you let the students decide?"

"As if," Hermione said. Then she sighed. "Well, it's not like we have anything better to do. Outdoor shindig? I think I'll let the Marauders handle it, they do this sort of thing."

"I dunno, Mione, they could outdo themselves," said Ron, sounding worried. And with good reason; the Marauders were always a volatile combination when it came to parties. Unfortunately, they did not have a lot of time to spare, and Ginny and her friends could really cook something up in the nick of time, and everyone would definitely have fun.

They decided on the matter, but Harry suddenly noticed the change of topic.

"I know!" he said in a 'eureka' voice. "I bet you came up with the idea of the party so you could ask the fairy from the Great Hall!"

Ron grinned mischievously. "Yeah, Mione," he said. "Hot new prospect, eh?"

Hermione glared at her friends, caught. "Alright, I'll tell you. But only if.." she trailed off threateningly.

The boys pleaded with her, saying they'd do anything.

"Okay," she said. "Just hold on a minute."

"This is bollocks."

Harry was having his hair braided. Ron was cackling at him, although he would have to undergo the same not much later. They were all sitting, extremely full, on cushions on the floor in front of the fire. Hermione would not let them eat in her bedroom.

"Shut up, both of you," said Hermione. "So anyway, it goes like this.."

"After I met him outside, I finally recognized him," she said excitedly. Ron and Harry had heard her like this before. They were not as interested as she would have liked, but they were looking out for their best friend anyway, so they listened patiently. "His name is Joshua Armade, he's in double Charms with us. Anyway, he's the bloke who kicked a football at me earlier. You know, before you two came and dirtied my robes. That was disgusting."

Ron and Harry chuckled.

"Right. Then, he told me that he was really sorry, and he asked if he could buy me lunch at Hogsmeade tomorrow!"

Her friends did not look overjoyed at this prospect.

"Merlin! Would you two stop it already? That jealousy thing got old a long time ago."

They grumbled, but agreed to be happy for her.

"Good. Right, I'm meeting him outside the Great Hall tomorrow and he's going to bring me to the Green Flamingo. Imagine! It's so romantic," Hermione said giddily, accidentally pulling Harry's rather long hair a little too hard.

"Ow!" he said, putting up his hand. Ron winced. "The Green Flamingo?" he scoffed. "The fairy must be loaded! Can he buy me lunch, too?"

Hermione knocked him with her hairbrush. "What kind of queer are you, anyway?"

"Uh, are you done yet?" said Harry timidly. "My head hurts."

"Oh, yeah, I think I'm done..Ron?"

Harry got up and went to a nearby mirror. His mop of unruly black hair had been forced into tiny little braids hanging all over his head. He nearly fainted and screamed.

"Mione, I'm going to get you for this one," he said, gaping at his reflection.

"Well, you think about this if you ever feel like playing Quidditch for two hours and getting muck all over me again!" Hermione stated in a matter of fact tone which managed to be snobbish and evil at the same time. She was now trying to brush Ron's hair. She had looked up from her work to laugh gleefully and victoriously at Harry.

When she looked back down, Ron had gone. After a second's thought, a her face was met with a fluffy white pillow.

"Hey!" she cried.

She was only greeted by another whack. Growling, she picked up her own pillow and swung it at Ron. Unfortunately for her, he managed to duck and she hit the dunmbfounded Harry instead. Naturally, he got a pillow as well, and the rest of several hours were spent shrieking and laughing, and eventually, the three of them fell asleep on the two couches.

Well, that was kinda short I suppose. Review? Pretty please?

In the next update, Hermione goes on a date but at the last moment forces Harry and Ron to come with her out of nerves.

Ttfn, tata for now!