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A/N: OH! And I guess I'm not going to update till I get at least 5 reviews. That way I would know somebody's actually READING this. Bye Bye! Happy Holidays!

Disclaimer:

Me: Draco, do you have the disclaimer?

Draco: What? You never asked me to do a disclaimer!

Me: Well, just do one right now!

Draco: Alright, alright!

Camera: Now let's zoom up on that poster.

Draco: (carries a poster with the disclaimer) It's pretty isn't it?

Camera: It is decorated in green and silver.

Me: Ok, read it out loud!

Draco: As you wish. (Starts reading)

As much as I wish I could own the admirable, amazing, astonishing, astounding, awe-inspiring, awesome, brilliant, cool, divine, dynamite, enjoyable, excellent, extraordinary, fabulous, fantastic, fine, groovy, incredible, magnificent, marvelous, miraculous, outstanding, peachy, phenomenal, pleasant, pleasing, prime, remarkable, sensational, something else, staggering, startling, strange, stupendous, super, superb, surprising, swell, terrific, too much, tremendous, unheard-of, wondrous Draco Malfoy, I, unfortunately, do not own him (or any of the other measly unimportant characters). J.K. Rowling owns all.

Harry: Liar! I'm doing the disclaimer for the next chapter.

Me: Fine Harry, just make it better than his.

Harry: Sure thing!

Me: Ok, on with the story!

Chapter 2- Hair, Gel, and News

"Do you think we should wake her up?"

"No, let her sleep."

"Yeah, but I feel guilty about being in her house without an invitation."

"Honestly, you worry too much."

What? I groggily woke up to the sound of two voices. I peered at the alarm clock. 9:30! Dammit! Why didn't the alarm wake me up? I was sooooo late for work, and my boss was soo going to fire me. Ok, relax Hermione, I told myself. I dragged myself out of bed (if you could even do that!) and wandered around like some drunk person. Where was my closet? How could I not know where my closet was?! I couldn't have been drunk! I don't even recall being at a bar… Then it hit me- it was Sunday. The events of yesterday filled my head again, causing me to fall off-balance, landing me straight into my bedpost. A moan escaped my lips. This was getting stupid; what happened?

Ok, I fell asleep on the Knight Bus. Then… Then what? Oh yeah. I fell off the bed, thanks to the certain jolt (the drivers seriously needed driving lessons) of the bus and landed on the floor. I had a throbbing headache after that. Then, I had stumbled into my room. No wait- I drank some tea before that, but that's not important. Ok, so I brushed my teeth and fell asleep in my clothes. I quickly looked at my clothes. Yep, I was still in that strapless dress. (No wonder it was so uncomfortable).

Then what about those voices? I gingerly picked myself up and picked up my wand. I tried to concentrate on the hall in front of me, but I kept on crashing into either sides. Since when have I been so clumsy? Well, never really, unless you count the time I tripped over Harry's shoes and landed my face into the pink lemonade. Ohh Yeah. That was quite embarrassing.

I placed my hands out on either side of me to try to walk straight. Was I really that tired? When I finally made it into the kitchen, where I heard the two voices, I collapsed into the nearest chair, messaging my eyes at the same time. This was not me. The only time this ever happened before was when Ron and I had that horrible fight in 6th year. We dated for a few months, and then we just broke up. Trust me, you don't want to know the details.

"Hermione? Are you alright?"

My eyes flashed open, and I came face to face with Ginny. A sigh of relief escaped me.

"Ginny, you scared me!! I thought you were some attacker or..."

"Death-eater?" Harry chuckled. "Seriously Hermione, the downfall of Voldermort (at this Ginny merely shivered) was years ago!"

"Harry!" I cried, for no particular reason.

Harry and Ginny both raised their eyebrows. "Hermione, are you sure you're alright?" Ginny asked uncertainly. "Cause you look a mess; no offense or anything. Let's get you cleaned up." She gripped my arm and helped me up. "You can tell me and Harry exactly what happened yesterday."

We walked into the bathroom. Ginny was right; I looked like I've never slept before! Dark bags were hanging from under my eyes, and my cheeks looked a sickly color of spinach green. My hair was especially frizzy and bushy, and little sleep marks were embedded up and down my arm. If this was Halloween, I would fit in perfectly as a female zombie with wiry hair sticking straight out from my head.

"Ok, take a shower first. Then we could do your hair." Ginny shuffled through my cabinets. "Don't you have anything besides these?" she asked, holding up a bottle of Starmart's cheapest shampoo and conditioner.

My ears turned pink. "No, what's the matter with those?" I demanded.

Ginny sighed. "Hermione, you need professional stuff. How long have you been using these? In exact years." She shook the two bottles up and down.

"Well… Pretty much forever, so that would be 25 years?" I replied hopefully. A little bit too hopefully.

She tsked. "Hermione, you should know better than that. Hold on a sec." Ginny stuck her head out of the bathroom and shouted, "Harry, sweetie, could you run down to my salon, and grab a few bottles of Madame Rosetts's shampoo and conditioner? They're both blue bottles. And while you're on it, could you also grab the hair gel? It's the same brand, but the gel is in a clear bottle. Thanks!"

"Sure, just hold on…" came a muffled reply.

Harry came, struggling with his belt. "Stupid thing… won't come back on…" He pulled the belt as hard as he can, but it just bounced around the room like a piece of rubber. "This is just a piece of shi-"

"Harry, don't cuss!" Ginny interrupted. She jumped up, seized the belt, and helped Harry put it back on. "What were you doing with the belt off anyway?" she inquired.

"I had to go the bathroom. Ok, well see you in a bit." Harry waved and disapperated.

Ginny's attention was directed to me again. "Ok, go take a shower," she said brightly. "I'll pick out your clothes."

I staggered into the shower and turned the water on. The cool water was so refreshing. I could stay here all day.

"Hermione?!" shouted Ginny. Even with the block glass door, I could easily spot her flaming red hair.

"What?!"

"Uh, I forgot I still have to do your hair. Umm, could you just kind of wait there? Just wash your body but not your hair. Sorry 'bout that!"

I sighed and rested against the wall. The water trickled down giving a little gentle massage. After at least half an hour of waiting, Ginny appeared again, this time holding an armful of hair stuff and a million different outfits. Oh boy, was this going to be fun.

I turned off the water and grabbed a towel. Before I could open my mouth to say anything, Ginny was already blabbering away about what would look best on me.

"Ok, we could straighten your hair and give you blonde highlights. No, that won't look good. How about honey colored highlights? That'll be perfect! Or we could curl your hair into mini ringlets. That'll be so adorable! Or we could put some braids in! Nah, that doesn't fit you. Or we could-"

"Ginny, calm yourself down," I interrupted. "Can't we just do a spell that'll smooth out my hair? I did it last night; ask Harry, he'll tell you."

Ginny frowned. "You mean elasta rosa? That's just a temporary spell, Hermie. It lasts only about an hour, and after that, it fades and leaves you with hair worse than you've started with. This is permanent. It'll last as long as you like. You could always change it whenever you want. So what do you want?" She eyed my hair apprehensively. "I think we should straighten your hair first. Then you can pick what color highlights you want," she suggested.

"Ok, whatever you say."

For one or two hours (I'm not sure) I sat there, letting Ginny wash my hair, apply tons of gel, comb it, and did all the other stuff that's necessary to straighten my hair. When it was time for me to chose the highlights, I just went along with the honey color. Now I know how Barbie feels. The only difference is that she likes this kind of stuff.

Following that, we tried on countless numbers of designer robes and clothes until I was extremely exhausted. I begged her, and we finally went with a silk flower skirt and a plain white top. I just left my hair hanging, and that was that.

It was almost noon when we finished. My stomach growled, and I remembered that I haven't had anything to eat for breakfast.

After debating and postponing our lunch for a precious 45 minutes, Ginny, Harry, and I decided that the best place to eat was The Three Broomsticks.

Three meals, one glass of wine, and two mugs of butterbeer later, the subject of Ron came around.

"So what were you doing in my house?" I asked casually enough, so I won't sound too accusing. I guess I didn't really mind, but still, they were in my house without any kind of note or letter.

"Umm… sorry 'bout that. It was Harry's idea, and I tried to talk him out of it, but he insisted." Ginny shot a glare at Harry who tried to look as innocent as possible and failing miserably.

"Well, I was going to tell you that the Weasleys were coming next week," Harry said, "But somebody here didn't want to wake you up so early in the morning."

I looked back at Ginny. "Well, she does have a point," I pointed out. "I'm not exactly a morning person, so I wouldn't be too happy if you guys woke me up after an uncomfortable night."

"Why do you always have to take her side? You never take my side!"

"Well, you always took Ron's side! You both accused Crookshanks of eating Scabbers! And it turned out that he was perfectly innocent! And what about the Firebolt?! Oh it was my fault that I cared enough about you that I even told Professor McGonagall!"

"Will someone stop talking like I'm not even here?!!" Ginny glowered at both of us. "This is the stupidest fight I had ever heard! And, trust me, I know stupid!"

Harry looked at me sheepishly. "Sorry Hermione, I got too carried away."

"Yeah same here. So where are the Weasleys staying? I don't have too much room in my house."

"That's fine," replied Gin. "Ron, George, Angelina, Fred, Selena, Percy, and Penelope are staying at Harry's place. Mum and Dad are staying at mine, so you won't have to prepare anything."

"Who's Selena?"

"Oh, she's Fred's girlfriend. They're engaged and are going to marry sometime in January."

Interesting. Now that everyone's married (with the exception of Fred and Selena, but they're going to marry), and that Harry and Ginny are a couple, there's really no one left except for Ron and me. And I'm not marrying Ron whatsoever. He can be a big pain sometimes, always jumping to conclusions.

"Hermione?"

"Huh?" I said automatically.

"Harry and I should go. I guess we'll see you later."

"Yeah, well see you! Thanks for the makeover. I guess I really needed that." I had to force those last words to come out.

So that's how it went for the next few days. I went to work, Ginny in her salon, and Harry was busy preparing for the Weasleys' arrival. Everything was fine until Thursday. That was when I met him again.

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