That ragged old librarian threw me out. The nerve. I really need to find some information about Parseltongue and she said I was making to much of a ruckus. I really need it. Could you please ask Harry for some or anything written in Parseltongue, please. I really really need it, love.
My best wishes and all my undying love, your love,
Hermione.

Sitting on the stoop Hermione folds her letter and addresses it. Rushing up to the Owlery she ties it to a large barn owls leg and sends it off to Ron. She really needs to get into the Chamber of Secrets. She doesn't know how to speak the language of the snakes so she needs Ron's help.

Just pray to Merlin he doesn't question her too much. Thanksgiving was three days ago. She needs to have all the presents for Christmas ready before she gets to the Burrow. She everyone's gifts. Except for Rons.

Ginny is getting new flying robes for herself. It's been nearly impossible to hide them from her prying eyes but she seems to be very busy with studying at least.

Harry is getting a bewitched quidditch set for his desk. It's a small thing but the brooms and balls fly around as if little people were on them.

Hermione could and old Weasley's Wizard Wheezes tucked under a couch crushing in the back of the common room. Having already made a frame and had a moving photograph of Fred laughing tucked in the back.

Fleur and Bill are both getting a mass of knit socks, gloves, hats, and a couple of small sweaters. For their baby who should be born in February.

Hermione bought a small box of fancy work quills for Percy. Because she includes everyone.

Mr. Weasley will be receiving an array of music boxes. Muggle music boxes.

Mrs. Weasley is getting a brand new set of kitchen spoons tongs and spatulas that have already been enchanted for any type of cooking.

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everything is perfect t and ready for her Christmas at the Weasleys except for Ron's gift. (She will be spending the last 5 days with her parents.)

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For the longest time, Ginny searched for her courage to tell 'Mione about Draco's offer. She would either chicken out and they would talk about mindless stuff like the boys and clothes and Hermione favorite school. Or one or the other was to busy studying or working.

He kept making questioning faces at her whenever she happened to glance up during meals or potions class. Always returning quickly to her plate or paper, Ginny would glace up a few times to see if he was looking.

Finally, after dinner, once Hermione had retired to the common room Ginny waited at the hallway entrance to the dungeons.

Grabbing his sleave and whipping him around the corner she stares at him with fire in her eyes.

"What? Quit looking at me or tell me why!" She demands in a srtong but hushed voice.

"I-" he begins to speak, but Ginny shushes him and melts into the shadow.

"Not here, she whispers, I will not let someone seem to talk you if this isn't worth my time. Just be glad I'm talking to you in the first place."

Once having reached a deserted corridor Ginny sits in the bay window and Malfoy stands at the opposite corner.

"I was going to ask if you were going to take me up on my offer."

"Of friendship?" Ginny asked giving him a sting side eye.

He nods in repose and stumbles a bit.

Examining him more closely Ginny gasps.

"YOU'RE DRUNK!" She whisper-yells at him.

"I am not." He hiccups in response.

"Sure." She nods. "This is why you have such guts to tall to me and yet still be quite the pushover."

"Whatever. Is it a yes or a no."

"It's a yes. On business terms only. I will help you stop drinking. You seem very weak. And quite afraid for that matter. Normally I would care if you threw your life away and gave up. So fine. I will help you. Only until you're sober. And I will pull my wand on at you any second if I have to. If and when you turn into a leech again I curse you to oblivion. Understand?"

"Yes, ma'am!" He says giving a false salute. Seeming to get drunker by the second.

"Get out of my face. I talk to you tomorrow." She snaps at him crossing her arms and look the other way.

"You got it." He says in a watery voice and smirks before he pretends to be sober once more. Until he can down himself in some vodka.

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I don't even want to begin to understand why you need Parseltongue for a school project, but Harry said he can t do it anymore. And we tried. A lot. I remember a little bit and I have no idea what it means but here it is.
Haaaasaa put taa, roo laa kaaw.
Just say it with a fancy snake voice. It should work. I want an explanation on this project when you come home for Christmastime.
I hope you know this counts at your letter for today.
I love you will all my heart.
Ron.

Sighing. Hermione folds the letter and rushes to Moaning Myrtle's Bathroom.

Myrtle has been very quiet since the war. She had seen things. In the pipes. Blood, skin faces, traces of people lost to this world forever. Forgotten by everyone except her.

When she hears the door being pushed open she gasps and hovers over it. When a born he's did hair enter she swoops down and screaming.

Without hesitation, Hermione blasts a cure in her direction gasping.

"Oh, the little Granger come to fire spells at me!?" She shouts.

"I'm sorry Myrtle!" Hermione gasps rushing over.

"Let me guess left one habit to form the war? I don't want to hear it!" Screaming she plunges into the toilet and creates a splash that damages Hermione suede shoes.

Taking her time examining each and every brass tap that she and Ron had to find to destroy the Hufflepuff Cup. Finding the snake engraving she tries to pronounce what Ron had written in the paper. It rooks her thirteen times before it opened. She began to sit to go down before she thought of the fact she needed to come back up.

Searching around frantically for a moment she just summons one and ties it to two sink taps. Throwing the rope down she hears or slither down until taught and slashes in a far off puddle of water. Shivering she enter the old and feels the slimy gunk slick her backside as she careens down the dark black tunnel.

Once down Hermione finds the end of the rope and tugs on it. Pushing and pulling her weight she moves on.

The animal bones crunch beneath her feet and she sees the mailed snake shed and she maneuvers the rock pile and squeezes through its small entrance.

Reaching the iron door, it only takes her six times to get the words right.

Entering the chamber it smells of mold. The skeleton lies in the same place as last. Carefully she removes two of its ranges and removes the handles to the cup which still lays on the concrete floors. Tucking them all into the small wrist bad she brought she makes the tedious climb back up the school.

She creates hundreds of small squares of slimed of gold from the handle and punches holes into middle to run a chain through. The thinking down the fangs she puts on on each bracelet.

Clasping one into her wrist she puts the other run a box for Ron.

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Sorry loves, we had to scratch the Kingsly I swear chapter because things changed in Run Girl Run Chapter, so you got this. It's good right??