31.

Hermione:

Isn't tonight a little

hotter than normal?

Ginny was sitting on her own bed, cross-legged and with a huge smile. She watched, as a cat would, Hermione fidgeting, and rejoiced at it. Crookshanks, on the contrary, was watching the redhead, with analytical eyes that seemed to try to decide if the girl was part of his species or just strange by nature. The two of them, along with the cat, were in Ginny's room, in The Burrow, still dressed in their pajamas, not wanting to go out to the dining room for breakfast.

Hermione didn't admit it out loud, but she felt a knot in her stomach because today was finally the day: Pansy was coming to dinner with her and the Weasleys, and consequently she wasn't hungry at all. She was so deep in thought that it had been more than ten minutes since she had moved the pages of the book she was "reading." It was only when two fingers appeared in her vision and snapped, almost hitting her nose, that she blinked in bewilderment and came back to reality.

"I wish I could watch your inner crisis all morning, but I'm hungry."

"Go," she resolved, looking back at the book. "I'll come later."

"Oh no!" Ginny scolded her. "My mother will be unbearable if I don't take you with me."

"I'm not hungry."

"Merlin, Hermione," she said as she lunged towards her and grabbed her arm. "You'll make me think that you are sick, or even dying, you know how it is…"

Although she tried, her complaints didn't stop Ginny from dragging her into the dining room of the house. Harry was already at the table by the time they came in, his hair even messier than normal from just getting up, and his glasses turned up so he could rub one of his eyes.

"RONALD!" Molly yelled, before turning to the girls and abruptly changing to a sweet smile, "Sit down dear, I'm already serving breakfast."

"Thanks Molly," Hermione murmured.

"Did you make oatmeal, mom?" Ginny asked.

"Yes darling."

Footsteps were heard on the stairs: Ron finally appeared.

"I told you to help me!" The mother complained, putting both hands on her hips to show her anger.

"I had to go to the bathroom!" Ron defended himself.

"Excuse me! Excuse me!" Shouted George, who was levitating a row of plates that followed him as he walked.

With a twist on his heel, he dodged Molly, and raising his wand, ordered each plate to be spread across the table. The twins were of age now, so they could do magic outside of Hogwarts. They didn't seem interested in stopping doing magic for anything now that they could; Molly insisted they would get tired, but for now they still looked as excited and happy as the first day. Hermione envied them a little, she would love to be able to practice spells outside of school, especially because she wanted to be able to show everything she had learned to her parents, who being Muggles, had no opportunity to see her perform magic live (not counting her accidents with wild magic as a child).

"Aren't we fabulous children?" Fred asked with a mischievous smile, waving his wand to finish ordering the cups to be placed in their respective places.

Molly gave him a soft caress on the cheek while she shook her head, as if she didn't want to admit it, but the soft smile that escaped her gave away that for her the answer was "yes".

"From time to time," she whispered. That made Ginny laugh and George put a hand to his chest and open his mouth in an exaggerated way.

"With a mother like this, who needs enemies!" Fred exclaimed.

Molly snorted and waved her hands to silence them and have everyone sit at the table. Hermione shared a knowing look with Harry, both of them would never cease to be amazed and amused by the Weasley energy.

Arthur entered the room then, newspaper and mail in hand.

"Good morning everyone," he greeted.

"Good morning Dad," all the redheads returned, unlike Harry and Hermione who simply said "Good morning".

"Excited to go back to class tomorrow?" Arthur asked once he sat down and his wife served him some tea.

"You better study seriously," Molly scolded. "For both the NEWTs and the OWLs." As she spoke, her stern eyes fell first on the twins and then on Ron.

Ginny smiled, feeling the luckiest in the dining room, until Fred and George reminded her that next year it would be her turn to deal with this, and she ended up grumbling between spoonfuls of oatmeal.

They all ate with a pleasant conversation full of laughter (Hermione, in the fuss, had even forgotten her nerves). Arthur was quick to ask her and Harry about new Muggle gadgets, especially computers and telephones. "The new Muggle fad," in his words, a topic that had driven them crazy all through the Easter holidays. There was no way to make the man understand their explanations. Furthermore, Hermione refrained from commenting that she doubted that "fad" was the correct word to describe the technological revolution that society was going through.

"Your friend is coming at six, right Hermione?" Molly asked.

Hermione nodded, as the twins began to get up from the table to go to their room. Arthur had already moved to the back of the kitchen, ordering the things that were left on the counter. It was when Molly walked away and joined her husband that Ron spoke:

"Ha, friend…"

Harry and Ginny were quick to laugh.

"Are you her friend too, Ginny?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows to exaggerate.

"Guys," Hermione complained, crossing her arms.

"I am! But I don't know if I'm as close to her as Parkinson," she mused, making an innocent face.

"You're not funny," Hermione tried again.

"Don't be mad," Harry said, amusement clear in his eyes.

"If you have a girlfriend, accept the consequences," Ron excused himself.

She huffed, embarrassed.

"She's not...!" She began, but lost her strength when she realized that indeed, Pansy was not her girlfriend.

The others laughed again as they walked out into the yard to play Quidditch. And although Hermione followed them and sat in her usual place to watch them practice, she didn't feel very grounded. She wasn't stupid, she knew they were something. But girlfriends? Were they already? Did she want them to be? Should she ask Pansy? Was that word something that was agreed upon or that it simply is, without the need to clarify anything?

Maybe she didn't need to ask herself that last question: no matter what the answer, she needed this issue cleared up in the near future. Regardless of whether the answer was "yes" or "no", she just wanted to know where she stood right now.

. . .

Ginny was occupying the bathroom, taking a shower. Hermione looked at the clothes she had brought to The Burrow and wondered how Pansy would dress tonight. It was obviously an informal gathering, similar to the Great Hall, so it wasn't going to be much different from the clothes she wore in Hogsmeade. Would she wear black? She always did. Maybe some green, honoring Slytherin.

"Clothes don't bite, Hermione," Ginny said, forcing her out of her musings.

Ginny moved to her bed. She was wrapped in a towel and wet the floor with small drops of water as she walked because of her damp hair. Hermione still couldn't understand why the girl didn't dry herself well after getting out of the shower. What need was there to soak everything?

As Ginny got dressed, she looked back at her clothes and decided to grab one of her newest pairs of jeans and one of the T-shirts that were up in the pile. There was little point in getting wrapped up in it, not that there was much variety in her belongings (especially when her best clothes were at her parents' house, and not in her trunk). She went to the bathroom, taking her clothes with her. Unlike her best friend, she did not like to go around in a towel. In her dorm at Hogwarts, she used to do the same, before starting to use the prefect's bathroom. All her classmates used to tell her that they had the same stuff, so she shouldn't worry so much, but Hermione didn't care, she didn't like undressing in front of others and they wouldn't be able to convince her otherwise.

She hated herself enough when her mind wondered if Pansy would be uninhibited on these issues. Would she walk through her dorm in Slytherin like Ginny did minutes ago? Hermione certainly didn't want to think about that. Worse still, she hated to remember Pansy's letter with its stupid joke at the end: "Don't do strange things."

She got into the shower, not wanting to check the mirror to see if she was blushing. She was thinking too much, there was no point in thinking so much about all situations. But what could she do? Her girlfriend, who at the same time was not because they had not discussed it, was going to come to dinner with her, her best friends and the Weasleys, who were practically her second parents. And she absolutely didn't want to think about her staying the night. Why did Mrs. Weasley have to have that idea? Why was she so nice and inviting Pansy? When Molly proposed, Hermione felt guilty, but didn't dare say no.

She just shouldn't have asked her to sleep over! Hermione and Pansy were more than friends. It was immoral. Was she, in a way, disobeying her parents today? Not that they had ever explicitly told her, but they separated Hermione from Harry and Ron at night since forever, because generally boys and girls liked each other, and clearly they are not going to encourage that. If she was Ron's or Harry's girlfriend, no adult would under any circumstances allow them to share a room, so no adult should offer to let her sleep with her girlfriend now (Girlfriend who was not at the same time! Agh! Hermione was already hurting her head).

Although, if nothing happened, it wasn't her fault and it wasn't bad... Right? It was just sleeping. And Ginny would be with her too. Nothing "strange" was going to happen. So why bother? She let out a sigh. "It's not a big deal," she told herself, "I'm just a little nervous because it's a new situation, but I have to be rational and stop worrying."

"You're not doing anything weird are you Hermione?"

He felt her face explode with a bright red color. She had been lost in her own thoughts too long!

"Ginny!" She screamed indignantly.

The other, who had spoken to her through the door, gave a hearty laugh and said nothing more. Again she sighed. Was the world making fun of her? For a moment she thought Ginny was referring to Pansy's joke, but it was impossible. No one other than Hermione had read the letter. It was a coincidence. Ginny and Pansy were more alike than you might have imagined.

Strange. Weird. Simple jokes. But what about being serious? They were kisses for now, but would it be something else in the future? Did she want it to be something else? Was that why she was so worried about Pansy staying over tonight?

Her own face must have been a poem right now, and she ducked under the water, wanting to erase any trace of it.

. . .

She was chatting with Fred and Harry, the three of them sitting on the stairs and ignoring the existence of the couches. Or well, the boys were talking and Hermione was listening to bits of their conversation about Quidditch. For the third time in a short time, she rubbed her hands on her pants. She told herself it was from the heat, since it was probably the hottest night since winter had ended; but the real cause was nerves. She wasn't even sure why she was nervous, or was she actually eager and wanting to see her?

Will the Weasleys like Pansy? What if it's the other way around, if it's Pansy who doesn't like the Weasleys? What should she do if Pansy is uncomfortable?

As if she had invoked her from thinking her name so much, she appeared. The green flames in the fireplace caught the attention of Harry, Fred, and Hermione. Pansy entered the room looking at the floor, and took the opportunity to adjust her hair with a quick movement, as well as superficially checking that her clothes were not stained. She had nothing, but she still shook the cloth as if cleaning something.

For having been thinking so much today about Pansy's appearance, she was surprised that she hadn't hit on anything. She did not wear a hint of black or green. She was wearing a pastel blue dress and white shoes. She looked really cute. When their gazes finally connected, Hermione couldn't help but smile. And when Pansy started to move toward her, she remembered that she was still sitting on the stairs.

"Hello Parkinson," Harry greeted.

"Parkinson? The girl is already part of the family," Fred scoffed. "Nice to see you, Pansy."

The three youngest looked at him in surprise, and laughed when he bowed chivalrously and added "Welcome to our humble abode."

"Pansy is here, Mom!" He yelled then, as Harry shook his head and started to walk towards the kitchen, probably to go break the news to Molly like a civilized person, with Fred following close behind.

"Glad to see you," Hermione spoke up.

"Oh please, you can do better than Fred Weasley."

Pansy's mocking smile was also turning out to be beautiful. She almost wanted to laugh. She was so nervous... But now she could only think that she was happy to see her and all her worries seemed too far away. She took a few steps forward and hugged her. From the height, her head was very close to Pansy's neck, allowing her a small taste of her perfume before separating from her, with a smile. Had she stopped smiling since she arrived? She wasn't sure.

"I've never seen you in a dress."

"And at the dance?"

"Too formal!" She complained. "That doesn't count."

"If you say so..." she conceded. "I'm happy to finally be able to wear them, they are most comfortable for me."

"And they look great on you."

That surprised Pansy, but she recovered within seconds, looking away.

"Thank you," she murmured.

"Are you finished flirting?" Ginny asked, as she finished descending the stairs.

"We weren't…"

"Don't even try Hermione," she stopped her, and after a quick review of Pansy, added, "I hate to admit it, but it's not bad. Where did you buy that dress?"

"On a trip to the United States."

"You and your millionaire clothes," she said, rolling her eyes.

"For your information, it didn't cost me much. It's an ordinary dress."

"But it's still from America." At that answer, Pansy snorted with a half smile. "Anyway, I don't envy you, blue is not my color. I don't like the way it looks with my hair."

Hermione wasn't too interested in the fashion talk, but she was genuinely glad to see that Pansy was talking to her best friend comfortably. On the subject under discussion, she thought to herself that yes, the dress was not a big deal: it was loose, comfortable, a typical spring dress; but on Pansy it looked beautiful. Plus, she was wearing almost no makeup tonight, beyond eyeliner. Could it be said that this was the clear example of the phrase "less is more"? Or was she appreciating her like that because she was in love? A tickle in her chest blossomed at the thought: in love.

Mrs. Weasley soon appeared, still in her kitchen apron, along with the rest of the people in the house. Molly, smiling warmly at Pansy, came over and hugged her as if she had known her forever. All the teenagers laughed at how curious it was to see the ever imposing Pansy, frozen and wide-eyed at such a show of affection from a stranger, forgetting to respond to the gesture.

"Thank you for inviting me, Mrs. Weasley," Pansy said once released. "I've heard too many times that your cooking is wonderful, I can't wait to try it."

"Oh, you're exaggerating," Molly dismissed with an even bigger smile (surprisingly, it was possible). "You're lovely. Please you can call me Molly."

Hermione crossed her arms at the scene, incredulous. Sometimes she had to remind herself that Pansy was a Slytherin. The smile and the kind and humble gesture she showed when speaking to Molly was too much like the attitude she took when she met her parents at the train station. Like the Grangers, Molly Weasley was cajoled.

"Is that Parkinson?" Ron muttered, looking at the situation as if instead of Pansy, Molly was talking to a spider.

"Impossible," Harry answered, his jaw dropped. "I don't know what kind of creature from hell is in the room right now, but it's certainly not Parkinson."

Hermione raised her hand to cover her mouth, not wanting to laugh.

. . .

Molly had done her best. By the time it was time for dinner, there were so many different dishes that she doubted she could try a little of everything. She was beginning to suspect that Pansy's presence had made Molly a little nervous, since there was also silverware and plates that the Weasleys used to use at parties. She glanced at Pansy, who although she had never been extremely polite, was sitting upright. Hermione knew Molly, sometimes she suspected that she understood her better than her own son Ron. She cared what people thought of her family, never in an extreme of course, but she was very wary. And suddenly she had a Parkinson at her table? A person who was brought up in luxury with impeccable manners? Anyone could add two plus two and understand the situation.

"What do you think?" Hermione murmured, as the Weasleys around her fought each other.

"Put down the chicken, Ron," two twins threatened at once.

"This is like the Great Hall, but in miniature," Pansy replied in a whisper as well.

"Because of the food?"

"And teenagers fighting."

"Are you comfortable?"

"Uh?" Pansy was taken aback. "Of course."

"There's no salt? I'll get the salt," Arthur said.

"Stay in your seat," Molly scolded him. "The food already has salt in it, don't be stubborn."

Pansy laughed.

"My mom doesn't know how to cook," she commented softly, glancing at Hermione. "At first she even forgot, and so did I, to salt the food."

"You'll feel like you're in a restaurant now, then," she scoffed.

"And I'm glad," she sighed. "From not adding seasonings to the food, my mom went on to add too much. She's trying to put more than salt now. At dinner yesterday, for example, I don't know what the hell it did, but it was too spicy. I literally ended up crying, Hermione."

"What did she prepare?"

"Soup."

"How did she manage to make the soup spicy?" Hermione laughed.

"Did someone say spicy soup?" Asked Fred.

"Are you thinking the same as me?" George joined.

"A wonderful idea for a joke," the twins said at the same time.

"Mental note to never eat soup in this house again," Ginny pointed out.

"Please eat," Molly invited, "it'll get cold."

She didn't have to repeat the phrase twice, they all immediately started serving food onto plates. Hermione pursed her lips in a chuckle as Pansy watched Ron gobble down his food.

"He eats like a duck," she remarked, when she noticed Hermione's reaction.

Harry, who was sitting next to Pansy too, and was just sipping some pumpkin juice, almost spat out the drink, choking on his laughter.

"What's up 'arry?" Ron asked.

"Swallow before you speak Ronald," Molly challenged.

Harry's eyes were watery, in a mixture of laughter and irritation at having nearly drowned.

When it was time for dessert, Hermione felt too full. Harry and Ron were even leaning against the backs of their chairs. As Molly served some brownies on the plates (to put some vanilla ice cream on top of), she asked:

"By the way, Pansy. How about your vacations? Everything is good at home?"

"Oh yeah. Very good. I didn't do anything special, just me and my mother."

Molly nodded, as she extended one of the plates to her right, leaving it for Arthur, who, although he tried, couldn't help but look curious at the mention of Pansy's mother. Hermione felt uncomfortable, after all, surely Molly and Arthur had read The Daily Prophet. Still, the adults didn't insist, and if Pansy noticed or was upset by the topic of conversation, she didn't show it.

"Have you been studying for the OWLs? Like Hermione and the boys," Molly continued, now laying out two dessert plates for the twins.

"Sure, the boys studying," Ginny whispered with a giggle, earning a scolding look from her mother.

Pansy made a disgusted face. As dinner had passed, she showed a little more of her usual ways of reacting.

"My mother suddenly remembered that I am in fifth year, she had forgotten that important exams were coming," she said, she glanced at Hermione for a second before continuing: "So, she has been chasing me these last three days to talk to me about the importance of OWLs all the time. Do I have to say who it reminded me of?"

"Hermione," said Harry and the rest of the young Weasleys at the same time, starting to laugh.

"Glad to see that she cares about your exams too." This time, she held out two more plates, towards Hermione and Pansy. "I'm sure you will do excellent and will not give your mother a headache."

"Is that a hint?" George asked.

"Your mother studied, didn't she?" Arthur joined the conversation as Molly finished serving the last dessert for herself. "I mean a specialization outside of Hogwarts. I heard rumors."

"She studied a lot of things actually. With all my dad's money it was unnecessary for her to have a job so when she wasn't traveling or with us, she took the opportunity to study."

"Seriously?" Hermione was surprised that there were still so many things left about the Parkinson family that were so remarkable.

"Things about literature and grammar more than anything, I don't remember what those studies were called to be honest, quite long names... Several languages too, she hated not using the language of the country she was visiting. She even got a Master of Charms," she commented as she ate a bite of brownie.

"I always thought pureblood wives were... you know... trophy wives."

"Fred!" Molly yelled.

"And what is she doing at St. Mungo's then?" Ron asked.

"Ronald," the mother growled again.

"It was mostly a lack of experience. Like I said, she never worked," Pansy replied, contrary to expectations, she seemed quite calm on the subject.

"So Slytherins can be smart, who knew," Ginny teased.

"Pansy's smart," Hermione answered, before the aforementioned could.

"And my mom was Ravenclaw anyway."

"You are the daughter of a Ravenclaw," Ginny said with a half smile, fascinated by the information.

"Andromeda is from Slytherin and Tonks from Hufflepuff," Harry reminded her, not taking his eyes off his own plate.

In response Ginny shrugged and swallowed almost half a brownie in one bite. Hermione ate some ice cream without brownie, and as she savored it, she noticed that Pansy had already finished hers. She raised an eyebrow at that, which the other noticed.

"What? I like sweet things better."

"I didn't say anything," Hermione defended with a smile.

"You are obviously comparing me to the Weasleys."

"Well, as I recall, Fred said you're already part of the family."

Pansy crossed her arms, snorting, causing Hermione to laugh.

. . .

Hermione suddenly remembered why she was nervous earlier in the day. Pansy was sitting on the edge of her bed, looking around her (it was technically one of Ginny's beds, but she was sleeping there all vacation, so it was temporarily hers). The room had plenty of red stuff, honoring Gryffindor, but also plenty of green stuff, thanks to Ginny's favorite Quidditch team: the Holyhead Harpies.

"What do you think?" Ginny asked, rummaging through things in her closet.

"Christmas," Pansy concluded.

"I don't like you," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

Ginny was the first to go to the bathroom, and as soon as they were alone, Hermione fidgeted. She looked at Pansy's dress for a few seconds.

"Do you need clothes?"

Pansy cocked her head.

"To sleep," Hermione stammered. "What am I saying, of course you do. Obviously you are not going to sleep in a dress. I should have told you to bring something, I'll lend you comfortable clothes. Don't worry." She opened her trunk, beginning to remove the clothes. I'm sure I have something that is too big for me... I mean, you're taller than me."

A laugh interrupted her words. Pansy was holding her stomach while laughing. What was so funny? Was it because Hermione was nervous?

"What?" She was outraged.

Pansy didn't respond, she just got up and walked over to Hermione.

"Did you find something?"

Confused, she nodded and pulled out shorts and a T-shirt.

"Thank you," she said, grabbing the clothes. "Do you want me to give you my pajamas in exchange?"

"What?" Hermione frowned, confused.

"I'm not stupid, I had brought a change of clothes. I don't know if you remember that you are a witch and there is magic, magic with which, for example, things such as bags and large pockets are created that allow you to carry anything in a sneaky way."

"Oh," she said, feeling shame flood her body. Wordlessly, she reached out to retrieve her clothes.

"Do you want me to shake it?"

"Don't be an idiot," she muttered. "I'll put the clothes away. Give it to me."

"No, thanks."

"What do you mean, no thanks?"

"I prefer to wear your clothes. It's more fun."

Hermione didn't know what to say, or how to react, but Pansy paid her no attention, starting to move towards the bed again.

"Are you sure you don't want me to lend you my pajamas?" She insisted.

"No, I don't want to," she said as she crossed her arms.

Pansy shrugged and then brought her hands to one of the edges of her dress. "What are you doing?" she thought, and when she started to slide the clothes down, she tensed and turned as fast as she could, her back to her. "Are you changing your clothes?" she wondered, "Don't you mind undressing like this? Where's Ginny?" She was starting to feel ridiculous looking at the wall like it was normal. Without turning her head, she looked to her right, wondering where she might move to sneak away.

"Nervous, Granger?"

Hermione gave a little jump with fright, since she had spoken very close to her ear, and Pansy laughed again. When she turned to see her, she complained:

"Are...! Agh."

She looked at the ground, still embarrassed to look at her face. And as she did so, she couldn't help but notice that Pansy was actually dressed in her clothes. Which also fit very well, and were not as baggy as they were on her. How was that? Perhaps because she had not seen Pansy after several days, now she was impressed by anything she wore?

Even though Hermione had been insisted by her mother many times that it was silly for her to buy larger-sized clothes, now she was beginning to be grateful for doing such a thing. The real cause was just that she liked being able to have looser clothes for the days when she would stay indoors all day, but this turn of events was not bad. She let out a sigh. Pansy was beautiful, that was all she could think of right now.

"Free bath," Ginny advised, and then flung herself back onto the bed with little grace.

"Great," Hermione croaked, and fled into the bathroom.

As soon as the door closed, she slumped against it and took a deep breath. She rubbed her face in frustration. She was exaggerating the situation, it was no big deal to have seen Pansy attempt to get naked! And she was not curious at all.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face, and when she was sure her cheeks were back to their normal color, she went outside, to allow Pansy to use the bathroom as well. She ignored the smug smile that Pansy gave her as she passed her, and she was about to speak to Ginny, until she was distracted by the beds. They were united.

"How did you think we were going to sleep? One on the ground?" Ginny asked, managing to cut off her thoughts.

"Okay, yes?"

"Don't get too excited, I'll go in the middle."

Hermione then looked at Ginny, frowning.

"I was not excited."

"Aha," she agreed, with a mocking tone.

When they both settled into bed, Pansy came out.

"Now that we're all," Ginny said, patting the free space on the bed to signal Pansy to join. "We'll have girl talk!"

They both raised their eyebrows at Ginny.

"We get up early tomorrow," Hermione reminded her.

"Obviously you just want to ask us things," Pansy added. "And honestly, I don't see any use in telling you what I did and didn't do with Hermione."

"By Merlin. Am I having a sleepover with two grandmothers?"

"Does she want to know about us?" Hermione felt lost.

Ginny rolled her eyes, and murmured, "Good luck with her. You will need it."

"I can hear you Ginny."

"Thank you, all support for this difficult cause is well received."

"Pansy," she growled.

"I wish we could do more. But her prudishness is worse than dragon pox itself," Ginny added.

"Please tell me it's not contagious. I cannot afford to fall into such disgrace!" Pansy went on.

"Good evening to you both," she said in an annoyed tone, turning to face away from them.

"There's only one way to find out," Ginny continued, ignoring Hermione. "What is it that strikes you the most right now?"

"Well, Hermione's shorts are..."

Pansy's words were interrupted, and both she and Ginny yelled "Ow!" Both had received a pillow in the face, and then they could not control the laughter. The pair of idiots were trying to rile her up. "That's what they work together for," Hermione wailed.

"You asked for it Hermione Granger." Ginny's voice sounded malicious, once they calmed down. "Pillow fight!"

Hermione was about to refuse, but before she could, Pansy hit her back. Ginny then used her own pillow too, to hit her. Before they knew it, the three of them were in a great battle. Everything seemed to indicate that they would not fall asleep soon, but it was worth it. Pansy's smile, her flushed cheeks, and her breathing quickened with exertion. Her hair, on this rare occasion, was messier. She no longer had makeup on either, she had taken it off to sleep. The sly grin she cracked as she struggled with Ginny caught her attention.

Damn, Hermione wanted to kiss her. But it was just another pillow to the face that she got, which, oddly enough, was good too. The three of them were having fun. She felt blissful tonight.