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So I called my parents at work, asking them if I could go. They, as I knew they would, said it was a great idea so I wouldn't be home alone all summer. I said I would need some money for a gift, since I told them I was going to a birthday party. They said they'd leave some on the counter tonight when they get home, and I could even go to the Burrow tomorrow if I wanted.

So I packed up some clothes and stuff. Also some extra parchment ink and a quill. Then I took some of the parchment and began to write back to the Weasleys.

Dear Ron,

My parents said I could come, as early as tomorrow. I suppose I need to shop for a gift for Errol though, being I'm coming down for a birthday party for a bird. I should get him something really expensive and big, so he feels special on his most likely last birthday. I suppose it could be fun, you know. We can put on some music and make the bird do the robot...never mind it's a muggle dance. Saw it on a Geico commercial...I'll have to tell you about those, they really are hilarious. Anyway, I can teach you how to play my game, but I don't think we could play it; it would be kind of awkward. For you I mean, because you'd be telling things to your family that you maybe don't want them to know. Well we can teach Harry on the train then and you'll be able to help me get the instructions through his thick head. So long as I can get it through yours...ha-ha just kidding. Well I really don't have anything else to do, so you guys can pick me up whenever...or you can mail me floo powder and I'll come by when you're ready for me.

Truly,

Hermione

Just then I remembered. The package! I forgot to open the package. Well I suppose I'll write to Ginny and the twins first so I don't forget what I want to say and have to read their letters again.

Dear Ginny,

When is Errol's birthday? That's funny about Ron, and yes he did invite me over...for Errol's birthday party. Because "we think it may be his last one, so we're going to throw him a party". So anyway, I took some classes earlier this summer about acting. So I think its pretty fun, I don't know if you know what it is, but I think I'd really like to go to the party and try to use my acting skills. (Pretending to be someone or something you're not pretty much) Don't tell Ron though, I don't want him knowing that I know about it, because otherwise he probably won't have to ask me and that ruins the fun! Wouldn't you just love to see the look on your brother's face when he tells me...anyway I wrote to Ron about the whole coming over thing, I can come as early as tomorrow. If you can, read the letter. It should give you something to giggle about!

See you when I see you,

Hermione

Fred and George,

Got your letter... interesting. You were right he didn't even mention it, but if you want to see what he did mention I don't feel like writing it again, so read Ginny's letter. I would absolutely love to pretend to be Ron's date. Again refer to Ginny's letter. (Acting) Sounds like fun, I can get away from my own life by pretending to have a whole different one! Anyway I feel really bad about the whole Nikki thing, and I actually know a Nikki who I am often jealous of. Maybe it's the name. Anyway, I'll make sure he's having too much fun to notice she's alive. I can't wait to come. I can as early as tomorrow. Well I'll talk to you guys soon.

Sincerely,

Hermione

There that's done, now for the package. I shook it a little, trying to find out what it was. It didn't make any sound. Erg, they must have put a silencing charm on it. I slowly and carefully tore off the masking tape and opened the box. There didn't seem to be anything in it! Oh, but the stench. Ooh my, that had to be the oddest smelling box I've ever had the displeasure to smell. Like a mixture of grease and skunk with an after-smell of dying carnations and frog poop. It smells like a potion had been spilled in this box. Then, for some reason unknown to me, and probably anyone else for that matter, I started to lick the box. I have no clue why, it seems like the last thing I'd ever even want to touch, let alone lick, but seriously I just kept licking. It tasted like it smelled, but worse because it didn't seem I'd ever be able to get rid of the stench. But some force just kept pulling me back to lick it some more, no matter how much I tried to squiggle away. Then I suddenly stopped. I turned the box upside-down, and the most beautiful dress I'd ever seen fell out of it. It was sparkling silver and had a touch of aqua and baby blue swirls. It had a halter strap, and in the space right under the breast there was a belt of beads, aqua and blue beads all around the dress. Everything down from that was very flow-ish. It had three layers of see through silver and the last layer was a silvery blue/green sparkly layer. It was the most beautiful gown I'd ever had the honor to see. Oddly enough that the dress was somehow dangling mid-air in my bedroom was that the tag said it was my size. There was a little note attached to the tag. It said...

Just a little gift for the party, be sure you wear it because Ron spend hours picking/designing it. He had to pick all the colors and designs, believe me it took forever; he's not that good at it actually, thankfully I helped him. See you soon.

-Mrs. Weasley

That's so sweet! How in Merlin's name could they afford this? Well, I see this party is formal, so I have to be all dressed up, but I guess that's okay. Wowzerz.

Mrs. Weasley,

Thank you so much for the gorgeous gown you gave me. I feel bad that I let you do that for me, if there's anything I can do for you please feel free to ask. I'll see you really soon.

Love Always,

Hermione

I put the letters into envelopes and then one big envelope, and gave it to Errol. He flew off, so I was left alone. I decided to try on the dress, just to make sure it fit, and what happened next was so odd. I started spinning at an uncontrollable rate, and I left my room. I saw my luggage spinning all around me, and then I landed, with a thump, on hard concrete.

"Oh dear," was all I heard before blacking out.

AN-Wow I don't know why I even wrote this chapter seeing as how this thing has only been posted for like not even a day and probably nobody has even read it yet. Well, I suppose I'm just bored. I'll leave it at that for a few days maybe, if I don't suffer from boredom again, and I'll see if you guys actually get this far.