Chapter 10 - Hermione
I followed Ginny into our bedroom. She was smiling. She was going to see Harry half-naked.I was far from smiling. How could Harry laugh at me like that! I didn't mind Ron - that was usual for him. But it was still embarrassing. I couldn't even bear to look at Fred. He would probably think I'm a ho or something. Ginny walked over to her wardrobe and started rifling through the short mini skirts and low cut shirts. I sighed. I would be turning 17 in a couple of months. If I was of age, I could just Accio the swimsuit. Suddenly, Ginny straightened up, clutching a bundle of fabric in each hand. She threw me one, the red bundle. I straightened it out. Half of it dropped to the floor. I swallowed. A bikini. There was barely anything to it. The briefs were nearing a thong, and the top would barely cover me. I looked up. Ginny was staring at me. "Well," she said,looking slightly anxious, which is unusual for Ginny,"Are they okay?" They were lovely, they really were. But not on me. "Yes, there fine. Thanks, Gin" I lied, giving her a hug. She sighed and hugged me tighter. Then she snapped up "Wanna see mine?" She said eagerly, unrolling the black fabric. It was lovely, with little hearts and "Gorgeus" on the bum of the briefs. "Its beautiful" I said, pulling off my sweater. "Here, I'll get changed first, shall I?" I said, brushing past her to the bathroom. I pulled on the bikini and blinked in the grubby full length mirror. It wasn't too bad, I guessed. At least it covered my essentials. My boobs jutted out, nearly falling out of the bikini. At least my backside is covered I thought. But only just, and the fabric stuck to me like a vacuum. I sighed, and walked into the bedroom. Ginny stood in her own bikini, fiddling with the loose threads. I sighed. She hated that her family didn't have that much money. Her bikini had loose threads and was faded. It was still wonderful on her though. The black suited her red hair, and it showed off her slim frame brilliantly. "Ta da!" I said. She looked up, and grinned. I twirled. I made a motion for her to twirl as well. She turned sheepishly, and then started giggling. I started to laugh as well. Soon we were clutching our bare stomachs, our faces red. With all the depression and boys and Voldemort, it was good to find something to laugh about. I pulled on my stressed shorts and my flip flops. I didn't bother with a t-shirt. Ginny didn't wear anything else other than her flip flops and bikini, and she flounced boldly down the stairs. Ron and Harry were shoving each other and the twins. Ron was laughing, his white teeth shining. Harry's hair was mussed up more than usual. George was getting annoyed, and started kicking. Fred, though well built and would take them both down, was rolling his eyes and holding George back. I felt a rush of love for all of them. They were close to me like my family. Suddenly, they stopped when they heard us enter. Harry was staring at Ginny, his eyes wide. But the others weren't staring at Ginny. They were staring at...wait... what?! They were staring at me?! Their baby sister just strutted down the stairs half naked, and they stared at me? I was baffled and flattered at the same time. Their jaws were on their chests. Ron was blinking furiously, George was nearly laughing, and Fred was... blushing? Funny Fred, blushing? It was such a weird sight that I had to shake myself to stop staring. And what do I do? I blushed, my cheeks on fire. Ginny was fluttering her eyelashes at Harry. She was, of course, a Quidditch girl, and her biceps were strong and firm. She had a flat stomach. She could probably lift Harry easily. I have awful skinny arms and no upper body strength. George was the one to break the heavy silence. "Let's get going then, slow coaches!" he said, bounding out the door. Ginny followed suit, skipping out the door. Harry practically sprinted out the door after her. It was then Ron,Fred and me. Ron looked between Fred and I, smiled at me slightly, and ran out the door, bellowing,"Wait for me!" That stunned me. He had barely glanced at me before. Fred looked at me, then bowed low. "M'lady" I gawped at him, then caught on. I curtsied low,"M'lord" I said, in a posh accent. He straightened, grinned and presented me with his bent arm."Shall we?" he said. I held out my imaginary ruffled skirt and put my hand into the crook of his elbow. His arm was warm and muscly. "We shall"
[A/N Mwahaha ;) I lied! Sorry, this is the build up to the lake chapter. Im not really sure who's perspective to write the lake scene in :/ Review with who you think it should be? Please? Your support would mean so much!]