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Hermione rolled over in her satin sheets, pulling a fluffy pillow over her head.

"Go away," She grumbled to the tapping noise on her window and the knocking on her door.

"No, I am not going away," Ginny said, barging into Hermione's room unwelcomed. "I'm going to let this annoying owl in, and bring in the other one that has been waiting here for 15 minutes now. Now get up!" Ginny said, throwing open the curtains, allowing a warm sunbeam to splash on Hermione's pillow. Hermione sat up and scrunched her nose at Ginny.

"It's a beautiful morning, and even people like you who aren't morning people!" Ginny said, taking a deep breath of the fresh morning air.

Hermione grumbled under her breath as the barn owl flew in, landing softly on the satin sheets and lifting a leg up. "Thanks ol' bird," Hermione said, patting it on the head as it took off out the window. Sighing, she opened the parchment.

Hermione Granger, Eligible Bachlorette

It is our position as the organizers of the "Big Date" to tell you the plans in which you will participate. They are as follows: -Waltzing Lessons (dinner ware) -Italian Dinner/Dancing (dinner ware) -Horseback riding on the beach (casual/jeans)
Transportation to all events will be provided, and you will apparate home. You shall meet at the Witch's Weekly headquarters at precisely at 6:30 PM for an hour lesson, then dinner for a while, then a romantic...you know. See you then, and bring everything you need; you will not return home between activities.
Sincerely,

Witch's Weekly Publishers

Hermione laughed at the nonsense on this page.

"What?" Ginny asked, picking up a grumpy Crookshanks and sitting on the opposite end of Hermione's king size bed.

"Nothing really, they're just going out 110% for this thing, and I think it's ridiculous. I mean, who is really going to fall for another person? I mean, it's obviously saying that we each got money, we're all intelligent, and we've all got looks. What more should we want from life other than a small town wizard, knowing that it's the down to earth part of me that matters?" Hermione said, tossing the parchment for Ginny to read. "I mean, come one! Horseback riding? Please, it's a cry for attention."

Ginny was in a fit of giddy giggles. "Oh Hermione! You're going to have such a good time! Just think! You, a beautiful, smart, single woman surrounded by ten, well, not including Harry, nine gorgeous men! You'll be in heaven!" Ginny stood up and began jumping up and down on the bed, causing Crookshanks to hiss and take off out of the room, leaving behind a clump of hair.

"He's getting old, so he keeps shedding. I don't know what I'll do when he, well, you know, dies," Hermione said, whispering the next word as Ginny continued jumping for joy on her bed. "Come now, Ginny, how old are you again?" Hermione said sensibly, but Ginny grabbed her arms and lifted her to start jumping.

"Hermione! You'll finally meet the one! Ron's got his wife, Harry, I hope, has me, and you, well, will have a guy after this! This is so exciting!" Ginny said, wrapping her arms around Hermione's neck, causing Hermione to choke and fall, bringing both women on the bed in a fit of laughter.

"Ginny, I've known you for 10 or 11 years, and you haven't changed a bit. Still as giddy and girly as you were your first year, only now you're louder and more confident," Hermione said, standing and stretching. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go work out. I just wish I could go to work! It bugs the curls out of me that I can't be productive! Just think of how far along I could be right now with the non-magical children born from witches and wizards! I could have saved one right now!" Hermione said, stepping into her bathroom to change.

"Yea, and unlike you I have to go to work. Don't worry, I'll be back here by four to help you get ready. Now, don't ruin your manicure or anything working out or I'll have to curse you," Ginny said, strolling out of Hermione's room to her temporary one.

Hermione rolled her eyes as she stepped out into her now empty room, her running shorts on, a bit t-shirt with cut off sleeves covering her sports bra. She briskly walked to the kitchen, grabbed a banana, and apparated to the Wizard's gym.

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"Hermione, I'm home!" Ginny's voice echoed through Hermione's flat. Hermoine groaned inwardly. "It's time to get ready! Get in the shower again, and you'd best hurry! I'll pick out your outfit for the horseback riding, I've already got your hair and makeup planned, now get moving!" Ginny said as she entered the room Hermione was in.

"Yes master Ginny, anything else?" Hermione grumbled.

"Yes, you've got 10 minutes to wash your hair and get out so I can make sure it dries and curls properly. Now go!" Ginny said, shooing Hermione into the shower. Hermione almost sprinted in, quickly washed her hair with her tropical scented shampoo, lathered up her skin with peaches and crème body wash and jumped out, toweling off her body and slipping into a pair of sweats and tank top.

"Ready for me Gin?" Hermione asked, presenting herself to an impatient Ginny.

"Yes, very ready. Now sit. You may not move or look in a mirror until my job has been completed." Ginny said, pushing Hermione in a chair and removing the towel off her head. Pulling out her wand, Ginny muttered a few words as Hermione felt her hair dry and become light. She quickly sneaked a touch to find her curl's silky smooth and softer than she's ever felt, the scent of tropical softening to her peaches and crème scent. Hermione grinned. Ginny had always been good at this type of thing. Ginny then muttered another charm, gently guiding a two groups of hair, one from each side of her head, right above her ears, and gently braiding them into one small braid all the way down her back.

"Hair is done!" Ginny said proudly only after 10 minutes of her poking and prodding at it after the braiding.

"And now only makeup?" Hermione asked hopefully. It was only 5:10 PM, and she still had an hour and fifteen minutes before she had to leave in order to be slightly early to the meeting spot.

"Only the makeup? Hermione, this might take a while. I want to give you a look that is elegant, exotic, and natural looking all at the same time. So get yourself comfortable, this will take a while..."

.:One Hour Later:.

Hermione stood in her closet, slipping on her magical looking dress and strapy blue shoes with a two-inch heel, stepping out to pose for Ginny.

"Oh my gosh, Hermione, you are...you are gorgeous!" Ginny said, her eyes swelling up with tears of joy.

"Oh Ginny, don't cry! That means I can't hug you my thanks!" Hermione whined, taking a step towards Ginny.

"No! I have to show you your outfit for your horseback riding!" Ginny sniffed, throwing out her arm to stop Hermione's advancement.

"What will I be wearing?" Hermione said, a slightly amused look on her gently glossed lips.

"Well," Ginny sniffled, "these jeans we bought. And this top with this over, and then these," Ginny said, briefly showing each of the articles of clothing then shoving them into a bag.

"Gin, I hardly saw anything!" Hermione protested.

"Exactly. This way you can't object. Now, it's 6:05, so take a look at yourself in the mirror and be one your way. I'll wait up till 11, but then I'll be going to sleep. Have a blast!" Ginny said, quickly hugging Hermione and darting out of the room, closing the door quietly to her own room. Hermione gulped and took the five required steps towards her floor length mirror, and gasped. Her dress was as breathtaking as it was when she first tried it on, but her beautiful hair and makeup. Her chocolate curls were soft and silky to the touch, elegant yet simple in style. Her makeup included longer lashes and browns around her eyes, drawing depth to her eyes. She turned in the mirror for herself, her smooth skin looking deliciously smooth against the continuously sparkly material. Quickly glancing at her clock on her wall she realized it was now 6:11.

Geez, I've spent 6 minutes gawking at myself? Hermione wondered, then grabbed her bag with her clothes, and apparated to the Witch's Weekly headquarters.

Hermione appeared in a gently lit room, not the only one. There were already four other people there, each sitting perfectly poised, their dresses just as beautiful as her own. Hermione flashed a brilliant smile at them all, which they returned, and sat down next to a pretty blonde.

"Hello, my name is Jackie Lively, and you are...Hermione, right?" The blonde said, turning to face Hermione and stuck out her hand in greeting. Hermione took it gratefully and nodded.

"Yes, I'm Hermione Granger." Hermione said, not sure what next to say.

"Yes, Hermione. The girl who cured Werewolfism, and is the richest of the Bachlorettes here, not only one of the prettiest," Jackie said, laughing at her own comment. Hermione grinned nervously.

"Yes, that's me. I'm sorry, I don't know what you do..." Hermione said cautiously.

"Oh, that's expected. I'm head of advertising in the broom department, also the inventor of the Firebolt 03." Jackie said, pride leaking off every word. Hermione raised her eyebrows in polite amusement. She knew Jackie was a force to be reckoned with. Her blue eyes were sparkling merrily, and her hot pink dress long and grabbing, showing off all her body parts almost to the extent of trashy, but barely passing. Her blonde hair was only shoulder length, but with a variety of layers, all of which were flipped out, giving her a youthful, bouncy look.

"Yes, my good friend, Harry Potter, loves that broom of his. The Firebolt 03 is as good as it'll get, correct?" Hermione asked, trying to sound intelligent, although she knew almost nothing when it came to brooms since she never really liked riding them.

"Oh yes. It goes 0-100 in five seconds, best agility, very aerodynamic, adjusts to your size and weight and, oh!" Jackie said as another woman appeared. "Sorry Hermione, I must greet Haley! I haven't seen her in forever!" Jackie said, excusing herself to go stand by the newcomer. Her black hair was long and straight, almost blending in with the black dress she wore that barely covered her rump. Tramp...Hermione thought as the two women sat down, Haley's green eyes hanging a moment on every woman as if analyzing her. Finally her green eyes settled into Hermione's cinnamon eyes. Hermione smiled a challenge at her, which Haley returned with a smirk, then continued her chat comfortably with Jackie. Hermione sighed, knowing this was going to be a long night.

When all ten women were finally there, they went around the room and introduced themselves. There was Jackie, Haley, Eve, Theresa, Katherine, Jessica, Kirsten, Lindsay, Molly, and Hermione. All women were dressed in different colors, each flattering some asset of theirs. Hermione only made friends with Molly, who was only 20 years old.

"I'm the youngest one here," Molly said shyly, playing with a dirty blonde curl.

"No need to be frightened off by these women. Well, actually, that's a lie," Hermione said, laughing softly as the women all stood and got the name of the place they'd be apparating to.

"Well, as long as I've got one friend on my side, that's all I need. I'm only looking forward to meet three guys. Harry, Draco, and..." Molly paused almost hesitantly, then colored slightly, "and Jake." Hermione laughed and gave the girl an encouraging smile.

"Harry has a girlfriend as of last week, sadly, so I wish you luck with the other two men!" Hermione said. "See you at the Waltzing lesson!" And with a pop, Hermione and the other nine women were out of the confiding room.

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Ok, so I thought I'd be further along than this in this chapter! But hey! I do what I can, ok? Anyway, I hope y'all liked it, and I promise something will happen next chapter (erupts in giggles). Review please!

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