A/N: Hope you liked the last chapter! Thank you for all the nice reviews all you people have sent me! I ask one last favor of you darling readers: Please read my new one shot "Saying Sorry"!

-Punky Monkey

Chapter Nine!

A week later, on a stormy, rainy day, Hermione apparated from the office over to the Burrow. She walked over the threshold and with a flick of her wand was completely dry. Hermione walked up the stairs into her room. She put her traveling cloak and her many papers away in the closet.

She sat on her bed and listened to the rain slap against the window.

Hopefully Patrick, he owl, would return soon. He had gone out for his midnight fly and hadn't returned.

There was a knock on the door. "Hermione? It's Ginny."

"Come in!" Hermione yelled. A second later the door opened and in walked the slim, red headed form of Ginny Weasley. "Guess what!" Ginny said excitedly. "What?"

"I'm going to try on my dress tomorrow!" She exclaimed. "Really? That's great!" Hermione said politely.

Hermione truly was excited for her friend, but couldn't help but envy her. Don't worry, my day will come, Hermione reassured herself.

"Oh-" Ginny said in a rather different tone. She looked over at the door and into the hallway which she found deserted. "Harry and I came up with a plan." For what?" Hermione asked curiously.

"For you know what."

"Oh…" To Hermione, this seemed like a very childish thing to do. After all they were twenty-two, not seventeen.

The girls froze when they heard footsteps coming down the hall. It was Harry, parchment and quill in hand. "Do you like crème bou leu? (A/N: someone tell me how to spell that please!) Hermione nodded. She had had it once when she went to France with her parents. "It sounds nice," Ginny answered. "I was telling Hermione the plan."

Harry took a seat in the desk chair, opposite of where the two girls were sitting on the edge of the bed. "'Kay, go on."

"Mum and Dad are going out tonight to some place to get our wedding present," Ginny said quietly, "and Harry and I are going to see how we want the Three Broomsticks set up, Which leaves you and Ron here alone (unless Fred and Angelina or someone decides to stop by, which is not likely). Mum is leaving some left over meatloaf (honestly, she thinks we can't cook) which I threw out and that means: you and Ron have to go out to eat, together."

When Ginny concluded her speech, Hermione just stared at the pair of them. Their nuts, we are twenty-one years old! Do you hear me? TWENTY-ONE! Not only was Hermione annoyed by the way her friends were acting, she was also angry with them that they devised this plan without them. I can make my own decisions.

There were a million things that could go not according to plan.

/ Later that day, Ginny once again knocked on Hermione's doorand hastily entered before Hermione could even yell 'come in'.

"Harry and I are going out now, you know the plan –" She stopped dead when she laid eyes on Hermione. "You are wearing that?"

Hermione looked down at her jeans and pull-over sweat shirt. "You aren't going like that," Ginny ordered as she walked over to the closet. She looked through the contents of the closet, pulling certain items out and muttering to herself. "This would look good with that…on second thought…"

Ginny pulled out a mini skirt and gasped. "You sexy mamma!" Shut up!" Hermione laughed. Ginny laid the skirt down on the only part of the bed that was not consumed by the monster called 'the contents of Hermione's closet'.

After a minute or two of Ginny digging through the closet and Hermione wondering just how big the closet was, Ginny stopped and stared proudly at the denim mini skirt and blue sequined gold halter top that she had picked out. "Tada!" Ginny exclaimed, like a muggle magician who just succeeded in pulling a bunny from a hat.

"Um, don't you think its kind of, you know….sluty?"

"Of course not!" Ginny exclaimed, as if Hermione had said the most absurd thing. "You're twenty-one years old! Besides, it's your clothes."

Hermione ignored the last comment. "What does being twenty-one have to do with anything?"

"You are no longer a kid! You are a woman! You can drink legally! I have to wait one more year!

"I don't have any shoes that match," Hermione said as she eyed the outfit again. Ginny looked at the clothes on the bed for a moment. "I have shoes you can borrow."

Shit. I almost got out of wearing that!

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