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A/N: I did the past chapters in one day, but I post on different days! Ain't I an evil one? This chapter is just for fun. Oh yeah, excuse me these days, I'm really obsessing with the cold.

Dedicated to: Delta Chi Avalon. Hehehe. I had a mock debate, and I think I did all right! I'm so happy, this was my first.

HERMIONE

Ginny squealed. Hermione just told her that she had a date, "but not a boyfriend, just a friend friend" for the Yule.

"Who is it?" Ginny's golden red tresses were bouncing while she jumped on Hermione's bed, brown eyes flashing. Hermione had invited her over for a get-together with Parvati, who hadn't arrived yet. Draco was conveniently out of the way doing Quidditch practice. He invited her to watch, but she declined, saying she needed to spend more time with the girls.

"Who's what?" Parvati appeared and started jumping on the bed again. Hermione'd told her the password. It would be changed anyway.

"'Mione's got a date for the Yule! Well, not a 'date' but a 'friend'. But he's a he!"

Parvati went ballistic and started squealing, "Who? Who? Who?"

"You'll find out on the day." Hermione didn't want to tell them yet. Horrible scenes filled her head, of what would happen if she told them that she was a friend and the "date" of Draco.

"But for the meantime, I need help."

Parvati and Ginny smiled. "That's what friends are for? What do you need?"

Hermione sighed. "I don't have a nice set of dress robes. Could you help me pick out one in Hogsmeade? Besides, I thought you had dates already. We could go together."

"All right," Ginny said thoughtfully, "I've outgrown mine. Seamus probably wouldn't mind if I canceled tonight's plans…"

Hermione looked at Parvati. "How 'bout you?"

"All right then. George keeps on telling me to get a new set. You seriously need to hook up with a special someone 'Mione."

"I know, Hermione pretended to groan, "I'm the only single these days!"

~~~ Later……

Hermione twirled around the mirror, gazing at her reflection. They were in the fitting room of Serena's Robes for All, near the joke shop.

"What do you think?" she asked Ginny, who was in a set of shockingly pink halter. She looked over Hermione.

"Nah, too much cleavage." Hermione looked down her front. Oops, didn't notice that. She grinned and looked for another one.

Another one Hermione found was a velvet crimson that matched her hair beautifully.

Parvati looked at her again. "I still think you should get softer color. Like blue. Red's too…me." Parvati was in a fitted set, purple chemise with a small cape to match.

"That looks nice on you, Praia."

"Yeah, I think I'll get it."

Five dresses later, Hermione still couldn't find one, but then she saw a set of robes, hidden in the back. She tried it on and showed it to Parvati and Ginny, who were trying not to look bored. Ginny had settled for a lavender Tarzan-style set.

"What do you think?"

Smiles broke out on their faces. "Perfect."

"That guy you're with will love it."

Hermione laughed. "That settles it. I'll get these."

"Well," Ginny exclaimed, "Hurry up will you? I still might be able to meet up with Seamus."

"You know what, go ahead, I have to get one more thing. You too Praia."

"You sure?" they asked in unison.

"Positive. See you tomorrow."

"Bye 'Mione!"

~~~Later……

Hermione shivered as she entered the Galora's Gladkinson's Seasonal Gifts, a store she'd heard about from Hannah. The wind roared angrily at her while she hurriedly closed the door, a bell twinkling. It was known for it's gifts, and she wanted to get something special.

Draco's been so nice to me, I ought to repay him back.

"Hello there dear." Hermione glanced at where the voice came from, where a motherly plump lady who could've been Mrs. Weasley sat, a pair of half-moon spectacles perched on the tip of her nose. "How can I help you? I'd say a top o' the morn' to ye but it's certainly not a sunny day. I'm Galora Gladkinson, the owner of this nook. Is there something you're looking for?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm looking for a gift for………a special someone."

Galora seemed to be an expert. "Is this someone a he or a she?"

Hermione actually blushed. "Um, a he."

"All right then, follow me." Hermione followed Galora to a musty section of the shoppe. Galora pulled out several packages. "Try these."

Hermione sorted through the parcels. A small elfin figurine…no girlish…singing hankies? Never…wait. She looked up. "Do you have an antique section?"

Galora smiled. "How could I consider myself proud of my age if I didn't have an antique section? Come along lass."

She led Hermione to an even mustier part of the store. She looked around, trying not to sneeze. There! Hermione gingerly picked up an antique violin, still shining. "How much does this cost?"

"Tell me first child, how much do ye want this?" Galora peered intently at Hermione, who nodded in earnest.

"Very much."

"Then I'll give it to ye for only fifty galleons."

Hermione's jaw went slack. "But these cost a fortune!"

"It used to be mine, from the old countre' but I can't keep a tune. It would be a comfort to an old heart to know that the youth can still make music."

"Thank you so much!" Hermione was jubilant and suddenly exhausted. "Thank you so much! How can I repay you?"

"Visit me sometime soon. It gets lonely in Hogs."

Hermione suddenly felt sorry for the elegant old lady, with her silvering hair tied in a loose knot at the back of her head. "All right."

"Now off with ye. Grace is good, but Time is a fickle lady."

"All right. Bye then Galora."

"And bye to ye…?"

"Hermione."

"Hermione. See me sometime, will ye?" She smiled as Hermione rushed out the door, and waved goodbye.

A/N: GOOD NIGHT!