(A/N: to none says yes! cool! Here's Chapter two

And I just can't look its killing me
And taking control
Jealousy, turning saints into the sea
Swimming through sick lullabies
Choking on your alibis
But it's just the price I pay
Destiny is calling me
Open up my eager eyes
'Cause I'm Mr Brightside
Killers "Mr Bright Side"

Hermione followed Ginny to her Darington flat (I don't know if Darington is a place or if it's near London, but it's my fic :P) She looked up at the meger building and couldn't help a touch of trepidation. GInny must have noticed for she grinned.

"Don't worry. It's much better inside."

Hermione eyed the Flemish bond brick work and Federal door way. The style was old enough to predate the American Revolution.

Hermione sighed and trudged up the stairs to the main hall.

"I'm curious, Gin." she proclaimed as they started up the stairs.

"Fire away."

"Why are you dressed like that?"

Ginny shot her a gaze full of amused interest.

"I mean, I know you're in Pirates of Penzance, but that doesn't seem a very reasonable outfit for Frederic. I mean he is trying to get out of the trade if I remember."

"As usual, your memory serves. Frederic is indeed attempting to end his indenture and join the Navy to hunt down the pirates. I usually play Frederic. But tonight the girl who plays the Pirate King was sick and her understudy was busy so I filled in for her. Hence the Piratical outfit."

"I see," Hermione said as they reached the third landing. "So Colin was...?"

"Mabel." Ginny smiled. "We usually have to sing to each other. "

Hermione covered a snicker as they reached the fourth floor. Ginny led her to the end of the hall. "Sorry about the walk. Usually I apparate home, but I'm not too good at bringing someone else with me. And since you've never been here before... well it was easier. But now you can come here any time you need to."

Hermione opened her mouth to coment when she got the full scope of the room. Her jaw dropped.

The main room, obviously the living room, was like nothing Hermione had ever seen. One entire wall was covered with books, stacked precariously on bookshelves. A medium sized television was set up in the center. A bamboo and velvet couch sat in the middle of the room, facing the shelves. Before it was a coffee table , also set up with books. Behind it, the room gave way into a kitchen/dining area. The far wall was taken up by a bay window, also crowded with books. Hermione moved into the room.

"Hungry?" Ginny asked, moving toward a door on the shelved wall that she assumed led to the bed room.

"Yeah," Hermione answered, realizing she was. She tried to concentrate on the titles before her, but was releived when Ginny called her into the bedroom. The bed room was as Hermione had hoped, a large black canopy bed with books scattered around. Hermione frowned at the bed.

"Where is this from?"

Ginny leaned against the post and grinned. "Have you ever heard of Rocky Horror Picture Show?"

Hermione nodded, runing her hands over the carved wood appreciatively.

"I was Janet Weis in it. When the production was over, they were giving away the furniture so I took this one."

"It's beautiful."

"Glad you think so. I made it."

Hermione looked up in surprise. Ginny grinned. "I took some shop classes after I got enough money to have my own place. Wood craft always fascinated me."

Hermione looked back at the beautifully carved Black Walnut furniture. There was a lot she didn't know about Ginny.

Ginny reached up and untied the bandanna from around her head. She pulled the seven earings from her ears. She pulled off her jacket and threw it into a bin marked Laundry. She then started unlacing the bodice.

Hermione realized Ginny was intending to strip infront of her. She wanted to get up, to leave, but she was fascinated. She noticed how Ginny grabbed the opposite sides of the tail to pull the bodice off her upper body. Ron always took the shirt by its shoulders. She watched as Ginny's hands flew over the buttons, gracefully pulling off her white shirt to reveal another bodice. This one was more of a corset and Hermione wondered how she could breath.

Ginny unlaced it, her back to Hermione. Hermione felt her breath catch as the silk and bone contraption slid off her friend's freckled shoulders. She hastily picked up a book that she pretended to be reading while Ginny pulled on a sports bra and tee shirt.

Hermione figured she was safe now.

Until Ginny walked over and propped one foot on the bed by Hermione to unzip her boots. Ginny's proximity made Hermione go slightly light headed. Ginny undid her pants and slipped out of them and her stockings. Leaving her in a tee shirt and under wear. Ginny sat on the bed by Hermione and looked over her shoulder.

"What cha reading?"

Hermione turned it so Ginny could read the title.

"Sex Rumors, by Heather Hunt?"

Hermione looked sharply down at the book. The title read "Gods and Generals" by Jeff Shaara. She glared up at Ginny who grinned.

"Come on let's get you something to eat."

Hermione hoped food would get her mind off these feelings. Unfortunately watching a very well endowed Ginny Weasley cook in nothing but a tee shirt and underwear was not helping.

A/N: Congratulations to me for getting this up and for getting the part of daughter/police man in my school's production of Pirates of Penzance. Flemish Bond is a brick laying style from the late eighteenth century. One long brick, one short, one long, etc. A federal door way was one with a half oval window over it and windows on the side. Another really old style. Random stuff you could expect Hermione to know.

Dedications.

To DatChicAnna, smarty pants91, Maedbh, Green Charmer, princess- nyx, Nikki, SANTA, Lady Felton1, Starfiregirl5671, and carsonsheir for reviewing.