Bird Songs
Chapter Two: Taking Charge, I Suppose
It was true, Ginny and Hermione had not gone to sleep until well after four that morning. However, both Ginny and Hermione were comfortable with what Hermione had to wear until her shipments came in from the stores they had ordered from. Ginny had been most fascinated with the Muggle store Victoria's Secret. ("That's fantastic, there are so many bras! Two cup sizes? Never…") Hermione made a mental note to buy Ginny some items from there for Christmas.
Her first outfit was just her school uniform with a few of Ginny's modifications. "We don't want to make it too obvious. But you are going to slowly unbutton a button a day okay, until you reach there. Today, we are doing this." Ginny pulled out her wand and pointed it at the hem of Hermione's skirt, the hem went up an inch. "We'll do that once a week."
Hermione was horrified. "I don't want to look like a slut!"
Ginny laughed, "A modest slut is something to be proud about. Besides you are only a slut if you sleep with the whole school. Ask Lavender."
The two girls laughed. Ginny also helped Hermione get her hair under control a little more by magically curling it so it was tamer. It came out looking very nice, Ron noticed at least. When Ginny was getting ready herself, Hermione took out a mascara wand and swiped it across her lashes. She at least knew how to do her own make-up.
By the time they were both finished getting ready, Hermione was very impressed. She actually looked appealing. Not that she thought she was ugly before, but now she felt like she could draw attention. Ginny looked smoking, she was obviously on a mission. Hermione and Ginny went their separate ways after they ate. Both of the girls had gotten a couple of admiring looks, but not from the ones they wanted the looks from.
The school days flew by until it was finally Saturday. The guys could not wait to get out to the Quidditich pitch to play a quick game before lunch. Hermione and Ginny were both invited to join, but Ginny declined claiming she had some 'homework' she wanted to get out of the way so that she could get trashed tonight and into Sunday. Hermione shook her head and said that she should probably stay back too, but she could not come up with an excuse quick enough because Harry told the group she would go.
Hermione spent half an hour getting ready, adding a little more make-up: eyeliner and more mascara. She also picked out too-short shorts and a dark green v-neck short sleeve shirt. By the time she finished, everyone was getting back to Common Room waiting. Fred grinned at her and said, "You know we are only going to the Pitch right?"
Hermione smiled back at him, "What do you mean?" She headed down the stairs, catching up to Harry and Ron. Fred watched her ass.
"Careful there Fred. She's not a play toy." George warned as he walked by his brother, tossing him his broomstick.
Hermione sat and watched the guys place Quidditich for an hour before getting bored. She was also beginning to sweat. She leaned back on her hands on the grass, letting her hair hang on the grass and off of her neck. She fanned herself with one hand; sweat was glistening on her chest. Hermione was positive she made the worst decision to sit in the sun to get a better view. She closed her eyes.
Fred landed on the ground next to her. He cast a shadow across her body. Hermione opened one eye and smiled. "All done?"
Fred was looking at her legs before his eyes jumped to her face. "Yes." He offered her his hand to pull her up.
"It's too hot to walk up to the castle," Ron complained as he landed nearby with Harry. George also landed close by.
"I'm gonna shower in the locker room first." George laughed, "Fuck going to lunch like this." The other guys agreed, Harry and Ron followed George. Fred held back, still looking down at Hermione.
Hermione smirked, "What? You don't want to shower?"
"I will." Fred was looking at her oddly.
"What?" Hermione asked, her previous confidence—the one that had been building over the past week from the looks she received from the guys in school—was beginning to fade.
"I like what you did with your hair." Was all Fred said before he walked into the locker room. Hermione sat on the grass confused. She was definitely going to have to ask Ginny about that.
It only took the guys fifteen minutes to shower and be back out in their everyday clothes, their Quidditich get-up over their shoulders. Fred was obviously back to his normal self because he came over to Hermione and laughed, "You are right where I left you." He winked and before she knew it, he had ducked down and lifted her up and tossed her over his shoulder. Hermione let out a surprised squeak. Fred carried her part way up to the school before he put her down, walking at a slower pace than the rest of the guys. No one was surprised with Fred and Hermione's behavior, both of them have gotten along well when put in the same situations.
"So are you going to that party tonight?" Fred asked.
"I don't know. Ginny will probably want me to come along." Hermione shrugged. "Are you?"
"Yea, I think so." Fred shrugged, "I know George and Lavender are going to go so me and the guys are gonna have to clear out of the room for a bit." He laughed. "It should be fun though. Hopefully I'll see you there." Fred smiled and followed George into the Great Hall. Hermione headed upstairs to meet up with Ginny again.
"He was looking at me weird and then he was like 'I like your hair.' What the hell is that?" Hermione asked Ginny when the two of them were sitting on her bed later that night.
"All I can think is maybe you've actually caught his attention? That was fast though." Ginny shrugged, "Just don't let him think you are a fuck. He's my brother and all, but he could do that. I know George would."
"I know he's going to the party tonight. He asked if I was going."
"You and I are going, but we are going to have fun together and with other guys." Ginny smiled, "We can't let these guys think they have all of our attention and what better way to show them than to show it right in front of them."
Hermione just shook her head. "We should get ready."
It took Hermione an hour to get her hair and make-up to look exactly how she wanted it to. She was wearing a tight red dress with a low neckline and a short hemline. The dress, she borrowed from Lavender. It was the least revealing thing in her closet. Hermione's hair straightened to a pin. She quickly threw her robes over her outfit and met Ginny outside her door. The party was located in the dungeons near the Slytherin Common Room. Everyone was supposed to wear their school robes over their outfits—especially the girls.
In truth, no one was very quiet or sneaky going down to the party. Miraculously not a single teacher said anything. Professor Dumbledore actually waved to Harry and a few other students as he made his way, humming, down the hall to his office.
Hermione and Ginny stopped outside a door in the damp dungeon. "I guess this is it." Ginny shrugged. She pushed the area of the wall after the door. The door glowed an emerald green before it swung open. It was very quiet until Hermione and Ginny actually stepped into the room, they clearly had stepped through a silencing charm—as well as a couple others—they were now no longer wearing their robes and were looking at a large mass of dancing students. The music was pounding. The Slytherins had also placed charms to make the room change colors and sparkles dance around the room.
"Wow, this is impressive." Hermione laughed. "For Slytherins of course."
Ginny smiled and grabbed Hermione's hand, pulling her towards the dance floor as a popular Muggle song came on: Where Dem Girls At by David Guetta. The girls were not dancing alone for long when Harry and Ron to join them. Ginny immediately began dancing on Harry, much to Ron's displeasure. Hermione certainly was not about to dance with Ron the way Ginny was dancing with Harry. Harry's face was nearly as red as Ginny's hair because of the way she was dancing. Ginny's ass was in Harry's crotch and she was bent at the waist, rubbing against him. Ron had already gone from red in the face to green. Hermione did not have to wait long until she was no longer dancing alone. A Sixth Year Ravenclaw had come up behind her and smiled in a friendly way. He introduced himself as Andrew. Hermione smiled back and began dancing with him—in a slightly less provocative way than Ginny.
A little while later, the crowd split to let through Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. Actually it split to let Draco through, Pansy was like a leech alongside him. Both Ginny and Hermione saw him at the same time. Ginny barely even reacted, except for dancing even more seductive than she was before. She also made and held eye contact with Draco for a minute. Draco's only remark was, "Slutty as always Weaselette."
"What did he just say?" Harry growled.
"Leave it, Harry." Ginny snapped, sounding hurt. "I don't need you to fight my battles." Ginny was an excellent actress.
Hermione then began to wonder exactly where a certain redhead man was. She craned her neck to get a better view, but she still did not see him.
"Who are you looking for Hermione?" Ron yelled loudly over the music.
"No one! Just looking at the room!" Hermione lied. Another glance around and her eyes finally landed on her man—no implications there. Fred was laughing and talking to George while a girl, a blonde girl, shoved her ass into Fred's dick. Fred did not have too much interest in the girl, but that did not stop her from trying. Or from Hermione getting a sinking feeling in her stomach. "Ginny, I'm really thirsty."
Ginny nodded and broke away from the group. "What's up?" She asked as the two neared the table with all of the drinks on it. There were at least twenty different bottles on the table filled with different colored alcohols. Some of them were wizarding, but most of them were Muggle. Hermione grabbed one of the closest bottles to her: Captain Morgan. She poured some into two cups and then grabbed some Coca Cola.
"He's dancing with that girl, that blonde girl, that Jesse girl." Hermione scowled as she faced Ginny. She handed Ginny her drink.
"Go intervene! I bet he would love if you were to 'take charge' of him!" Ginny winked.
"What do I do? Just walk over there and grab him." Ginny nodded.
Hermione took a deep breath and a long drink, shaking her head at the burning sensation. She then headed straight for Fred. When she reached him, she reached out and grabbed his arm. Fred barely had time to react before Hermione had turned around and pushed herself against his groin. She could hear Fred's chuckle rumble in his chest. "Well, well. Taking charge now, huh, 'Moine?"
Hermione just responded with repeating the dance moves Ginny had taught her the night before. Fred was a much better dancer than Andrew. He put his hands on the front of Hermione's hips, pulling her against him more. Hermione smirked as Jesse glared daggers at her.
Fred's breathe tickled the hair along her ear, "You look really nice tonight Hermione." Hermione smiled. "The way you dance, I didn't think you knew how." Hermione shrugged, and turned around. Her dancing would have worked better if Fred was not so tall. She took a step back, as if to leave, but Fred grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled her close to his chest. He was a full head taller than her, leaving her face to press against his hard chest. Hermione only got to enjoy it for a moment because the next moment Fred had his hands on her ass directing her movement. Moving with the flow, Hermione draped one arm around Fred's neck and let the other fall on his forearm. His very muscular forearm.
It was as if Ginny's voice was in Hermione's mind saying, "Entice him to want you."
Hermione response was leaning her head back to let her hair drape off of her neck and expose her throat. Beads of sweat were beginning to drip down her chest and down the valley of her breasts. She let the hand on his arm slide upwards, reaching his sleeve and pushing it up further before she finally made eye contact with him. Fred's eyes were slightly darker with lust. He was openly staring at her breasts' curves. Hermione smiled slightly before pushing herself against him even harder. She could have sworn she heard Fred groan slightly.
The song came to an end, and right before a new one could start up, Hermione stepped back from Fred and threw him a smile. She then proceeded to flip her hair over her shoulder and make her way slowly back to Ginny. She left a very frustrated Fred behind in her wake. This was so unlike her to act like this. Ginny was clearly rubbing off on her. "That was taking charge, I suppose." Hermione mumbled.
Author's Note: Let me know what you think. Is it happening too fast? Not fast enough? How is Hermione? How about Fred? Review please!
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