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A/N: Wow! I just realized, I have regulars! You know, people who review every chapter. I love those people! Actually, I pretty much just love all reviewers. But there's a special place in my heart for repeat reviewers. That's my backwards way of saying thank you! and please continue!

Ch.6

Preparations

Hermione opened the door to her apartment, and waved goodbye to a laughing Harry, who had insisted on apparating her home.

She chuckled to herself as she closed the door, locking it and placing her wards out of force of habit.

She sifted through the mail that lay just inside the door. Hmm…what to do tonight? I don't want to stay home, but who to go out with?

She paused and looked back at a little invitation that was the announcement of a grand opening for an exclusive new wizarding nightclub. Oliver must have sent it.

Oliver Wood, world famous Quidditch player and now successful nightclub owner, was a dear friend of Hermione's. Maybe…

She ran out of her door, hoping that Harry had decided to use muggle transportation like he sometimes did. She was in luck; she saw the familiar raven-haired boy and a hand waving for a taxi.

"Harry! Come back up here!" She gestured at him, while screaming at the top of her lungs. Luckily it was only about seven o'clock, no need for angry neighbors to add gesticulations of their own.

He looked up at her, rather confused, but he acquiesced and headed back up to her, silently cursing the many flights of stairs and the overly attentive cabbie who had just pulled up.

He arrived at the top of the stairs, breathing slightly heavier than usual as her apartment was situated at the top floor, of about six.

"Okay, Mia, for the love of Merlin, what has possessed you now?" She laughed, hitting him upside the head, "You know I hate nicknames." As she dragged him inside the door, she enthusiastically narrated her plan.

"So, I don't particularly want to stay home tonight, and there's this really great club that I wanted to go to, but I don't want to go alone…"

Her voice trailed off as she looked up at her 'big brother' with big puppy-dog eyes. Harry sighed; she knew he was a sucker for that.

"So, I'm guessing you would like it very much if Ginny and I got all dressed up and came with you."

She grinned, knowing that she had gotten her way. "You read my mind! Now, go home and get Ginny, I expect you both back here in," she checked her watch, "precisely one hour. Now shoo! I have to get pretty!"

Harry laughed at Hermione and apparated to his home with a slight pop .

Hermione went to the bathroom to shower, still wearing the grin of one who has triumphed.

She emerged ten minutes later, dripping wet and musing over the interior of her closet.

Should I wear the blue and black lace halter-top with my black mini? Or perhaps, the pink and black tube top with my black jeans…

She laid both outfits on her bed switching her gaze from one to the other, before finally deciding that she liked the halter and skirt ensemble best. With the most important decision made, she looked at the clock and squeaked.

"Oh gosh, only thirty minutes!" She hurriedly finished her toilette, looking in the mirror and pronouncing the overall effect perfect, just as Harry and Ginny apparated in, dressed to the nines.

Ginny pulled Hermione into a hug; laughingly saying "We match!"

Hermione looked and saw it was indeed true, they were both wearing skirts with halter-tops, however, Ginny's shirt was pink.

Hermione laughed, saying, "Great minds must think alike."

"Now Harry, if I decide to go off with a man tonight, there will be no coming over and interrogating him. And you two," Hermione pointed at both Harry and Ginny, "you both need to have some fun. Don't worry about keeping track of me, I'll probably have an early night anyways."

Pleased with herself for leaving an opening for all of them to leave without feeling the need to check in, she grabbed her jacket and told them both to apparate to the Velvet Room, before following them herself.