Ginny

"Mione, are you ready yet?" called Ginny Weasley from her best friend's living room. She was perched on the arm of a burgundy chair, and was examining her hair and makeup in the large mirror hanging over the fireplace. She tugged on a few strands of her fiery red hair and made sure that the dark eyeliner around her bright brown eyes was smudged just perfectly. They were going to go out to their favorite club, Chaos, tonight, to celebrate Hermione's promotion in her job at Black Pharmaceuticals, as well as just for a girls night out, which they hadn't had many of since they became single a few months ago.

"Hush, Gin. I'm ready to go," replied the brunette who had just walked into the room. Hermione Granger was wearing a long-sleeved, spangly silver dress, emerald green satin pumps, and black lace tights interwoven with silver thread. Her makeup was smoky, and her hair was swept up into a loose, sexy French braid. Her lips were painted a shade of nude that made them just barely distinguishable from the rest of her face, other than the shimmery layer of pale gloss that had been applied to them.

"Damn, Granger," whistled Ginny as she hopped from her place and smoothed down her dress. She had chosen a plum number that hit high on her thighs, with a high collar, no sleeves, and an open back. It showed off her curves and – her favorite part – her new tattoo. She had gotten a pair of huge angel wings tattooed on her back soon after her breakup with Harry. It had been something she had always wanted to do, but never had the courage to do while in that relationship, as Harry wasn't a big fan of tattoos. "Can you check the back of my dress?" she asked Hermione, spinning on the toe of her glittery gold stilettoes. She took this chance to check that her plum lipstick was still in order, a perfect shape on her tan, freckled skin. Her job as a trainer for Puddlemore United, the local football team kept her fit and tan, and she loved it.

"You're good," she replied. "Am I alright? Does my hair look okay?" Hermione was always asking about her hair, and Ginny was always reassuring her that she looked amazing. Ever since primary school, where the girls met, Hermione had been described as bushy-haired, and, even though her hair had mellowed with age, she was still very self-conscious about it.

"It looks wonderful, 'Mione," said Ginny with a smile. "You look bloody fabulous. I'm digging the Slytherin colors, by the way." Hermione laughed at the reference to the dormitory at their boarding school. Hermione and Ginny had lived in Gryffindor house, and, as such, had been Slytherin house's main rival for intramural sports. It didn't help that all of those in Slytherin were also spoilt arses.

Hermione blushed and began to laugh, "Thanks, Gin. Ron would have given me so much shit for this, I just know it." Her ex-boyfriend Ron was both Hermione's best friend since secondary school and Ginny's older brother. He had always butted heads with those in Slytherin, and had never quite gotten over the rivalry.

"It's going to be so nice not having the boys to act like overprotective knobs, killing our buzz," sighed Ginny happily. She grabbed her black leather jacket from over the back of the chair she had been perched on and shrugged into it. The breakups of the two 'power couples' in their friend group had surprised everyone except those involved. Harry and Ginny had been good during school, but after graduating from University, things had just stopped clicking like they used to, so the breakup was amicable. With Hermione and Ron, things had been trickier. It was still amicable, but it had ended because Ron had met someone else whom he worked better with, and Hermione had just fallen out of love with him. They were still friends, though Ron's new girlfriend didn't much like Hermione.

"This is going to be the best girls' night out ever," agreed Hermione, slipping her arms into her black, knee-length trench coat. The sparkly sleeve of her dress showed where one of the sleeves of her coat was bunched up towards her elbow, and she quirked it down before stuffing her clutch wallet in her pocket. "You ready, Gin?"

"Let's go! Chaos awaits!"

A/N Hi guys... I know, I know. I've been gone a LONG time. But I have an excuse. Kinda. Not really. I'm sorry... Please still love me. Welcome to my first HP fic. I own nothing, as usual. This is pretty much a one shot that I thought was getting far too long. Also, I just felt like I needed to get something up. If you want it to get steamy, let me know! I have quite a few ideas for fics, and I'm really excited that I have time to write again. I love you all; please R&R.

All my love - Rose xx