The man who had survived falling off of broomsticks, re-growing an arm, going back in time, escaping the dark lord more times that he can remember, and then finally defeating him…was overwhelmed. Seeing his best friend again had been amazing. Seeing one of her new best friends was also amazing. Harry couldn't fathom what Ginny must look like now, in fact, what the other friend, Holly, must look like if Hermione and Regina look like they do.
Harry was almost positive that when his visit was over and he went back to France, he would be able to confidently tell his friends that if they wanted to see the most beautiful women in the entire world, go to London. When he first went to France, there was no comparison; he was completely hooked on French women. But now…now he realized he'd been unfair…English women had just needed a bit of time to grow up, as he had. And good lord, had they grown up.
When Hermione had first opened that door and stood before him wide-eyed, open-mouthed, and scantily clad, his heart had stopped beating for a moment. She was breathtaking, even after just rolling out of bed. Not only was it that, but he could sense a different kind of change in her as well. She was a strong, confident woman now (even though she'd been a bit dumb-founded when he first saw her). She was still studious, all-knowing, driven Hermione, but he could tell now that she had relaxed a bit, let loose a bit, and he liked that.
(SCENE CHANGE)
"Oh. My. Merlin! You're serious? You can't be serious? You're serious?"
"Yes, Ginny, I am serious. Harry Potter is waiting in our flat this very moment, very eager to see you again."
"Oh. My.—"
"Yes I know, Merlin. Now because I am such a good friend, I've brought your best robes, and a few things you need to freshen up."
"Oh Hermione you are a life savor!"
"Yes, that, and I knew you'd hex me to pieces if I let you go to meet him in your work robes."
"Right you are. Oh my goodness, Hermione! I can't get over this. It's been ages. Does he look the same? Does he sound the same? Does he act the same?"
"Enough with the questions Ginny, just change, freshen up, and you'll get to find out soon enough"
"Oh right, like you didn't ask him a billion and five questions when you first saw him…"
(SCENE CHANGE)
It wasn't fair. It just was not fair. This could not be Ginny Weasley.
He hadn't been expecting the 17 year old Ginny she has been when he first left England, but he had had not been expecting this...was the word goddess too extreme?
A/N: Hey there. Okay so food poisoning blows…and you can blame that for the lack of updates on my week off. I do plan on making these longer, I had a lot of plans for this one, but alas—I can barely sit up without vomiting, let alone type anything (yes sorry, probably too much information). Anywho, I'm determined to get better soon, and I hope to get more out soon, and make them longer for those of you who asked. Oh and also, can't remember if I mentioned this, chapter titles are from the song that this fic is named after, Le Disko by Shiny Toy Guns. Listen to it, it's sexy! J Thanks very much, and I noticed a handful of people added this to their alert list…maybe this time you'll leave a review? I love those!