"Ginevera Molly Potter! If you do not get your ruddy tush down here in the next five minutes I am leaving without you!" Hermione hollered up the stairs at Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"Down in a bit!" Came the muffled response from somewhere above. Hermione scoffed and resumed her pacing. They had needed to leave nearly fifteen minutes previous if they were going to make it to the concert on time. She checked her watch again and sighed in frustration.

The tickets her mum had given her for her birthday were for her favorite new muggle band, "Black Magic" and they were VIP. But at the rate Ginny was going, Hermione knew they would be so late the venue would most likely give their seats away to someone else.

"Sorry, 'Mione." Harry said as he descended the stairs holding his infant son. "She's a bit nervous to be going, leaving James for the first time and all. She keeps throwing clothes about our room muttering 'what am I supposed to wear to a muggle music show'."

Hermione sighed again, for what had to be the millionth time in the last half hour alone. "Do you think I'm rushing her? You know, making her leave James behind too soon?"

"Oh Merlin, no!" Harry shook his head vehemently. "Please take my wife away from this dark hole-in-the-wall. She needs a break, and some adult time. Just yesterday I had to remind her that I am not a baby and that she could therefore talk to me in complete sentences without it having to be baby talk." They both chuckled as the lithe woman herself came rushing down the stairs.

"Harry, are you positive you can handle him on your own? I'm sure Hermione would understand if you needed me to stay..."

"Ginny," Harry cut her off with a raised eyebrow as he slowly bounced his son in his arms. "he's my son too. I've been doing this parenting thing just as long as you have. Besides, you really need a night out. Go, enjoy girl time, and have fun at your very first muggle concert. But don't forget to take notes, I'm sure Arthur is going to have a half million questions for you the next time he sees you."

"If you're sure..." Ginny hesitated a bit and Hermione, uncommonly impatient, grab her hand and practically drug her towards the front door.

"Trust me, he's sure. And yes, he can handle this. He's had plenty of practice taking care of babies between Teddy and Ronald." Ginny chuckle in response to that as she grabbed her jumper off the troll foot stool near the door.

"Oh, and Ginny?" Harry hollered after them, just as the door was closing. She peeked her head back in. "You look fucking hot."

Ginny giggled like a lovesick school girl in response, and Hermione rolled her eyes and yanked the redhead out of the home completely. "If I didn't love you both so much, the fact that you are still so obviously, and sickeningly, in love would make me nauseous."

"Oh please," Ginny huffed. "you know you are just jealous. You and Ron fell flat. And no one else is ever going to be good enough for your crazy standards."

"Well geeze Ginny, just tell it like it is. Don't bother sparing my feelings." Hermione turned to look at the woman following behind her, a playful smile on her face so the witch would know she was teasing.

"Oh you know me," She dismissed with a wave of her hand as they neared the dark alley they were to apparate from. "blunt as a butter knife. Did you know the rookie The Harpies bumped up to play chaser while I'm out on maternity leave calles me the 'Blunt Bint'?" Hermione gasped at the slur. "She hasn't figured out yet why every time she does Grimshaw knocks her clean off her broom. "

"How utterly awful of her. I mean the rookie, not Grimshaw. Good on Grimshaw for having your back, I'll have to send her more of that bruise slav of mine that she's always asking about. Beaides, the whole wizarding world knows the only man you have ever been with is Harry. It's obvious just by the way you two look at each other that you are madly in love."

"Yes, well, the whole of the world 'knows' what they think they want to know. Besides, she's just a jealous little slag. She's tried to come on to Harry many times and he always politely brushes her off."

"Well obviously I've taught him well." Hermione and Ginny laughed together before glancing about to make sure no one would see them disapparate.

Landing solidly in Hermione's home Ginny looked around at all the new additions since Hermione's renovation.

"I love what you've done here Hermione. How does your mum feel about all of it though? Didn't she and your dad have this place built when they first got married?"

"They did, but mum signed the deed over to me a few years back. She fully intends to stay in Australia permanently, what with dad being buried there. She said it's too painful to see all the memories of us here. That's mainly why I did so much in renovations, so if she ever comes back to visit it hopefully won't hurt so much." Ginny gave her friend a knowing smile.

"So." Ginny said to break up the sadness that was threatening to put a damper on the first girls night out they had had in ages. "Tell me more about this band? You said they are here from America but the lead singer is English?"

"Oh, yes! They are amazing! They came on to the scene about six years ago, the story goes they met at University in America and hit it off." Hermione nipped her keys off the rack near the front door and motioned Ginny to follow her to the garage. "Most of the members have masters degrees and from what I understand. And Drake, he's the lead singer, has a doctorate!"

Ginny groaned her friend. "That certainly does sound like something you would go for. But Hermione, if this show is going to be a total academic bore just tell me now so I can fake a sickness of some sort."

"Oh it's nothing like that, silly." Hermione soothed her friend as they both loaded into her baby blue lexus. "They are a rock band and quite popular all over the world."

A soft melody of strigs began from the radio as she started the car, building into a heavier beat as drums and an electric guitar joined in just before the vocals started. Hermione shivered as she let the voice of Drake Black roll through her body. Her physical reaction to his voice had unnerved her to no end the first time she had stumbled across the band's music at a bar in Brisbane. But now she just let it consume her as she backed out of her drive and started their short journey to the venue, singing along to the lyrics quietly.

"Was that them?" Ginny asked as the song came to a close.

"Yeah, mum got me their latest album for my birthday as well. The case for the disk is in the glovie right in front of you if you want to have a look." Hermione indicated the cubby just in front of Ginny.

Ginny pulled the plastic case out, popping it open to look inside. "What is this?" she asked closing it and flipping it around, trying to see what Hermione was trying to show her. "What am I supposed to be looking for here?"

"The disk that is playing on the radio came in that case. If you open it back up there is a small booklet on the inside that has the songs, and their lyrics as well."

"Are there any pictures of the band in here? I want to see the face that goes along with that voice." Ginny said, flipping through the booklet.

"No, oddly enough. Most bands do, but I've never actually seen what the band members look like. I've just heard their voices in interviews on the radio and such."

"Hmmm, well, I guess we will see them soon enough." Ginny gave her companion a conspiratorial grin, that reminded Hermione so much of George before they lost Fred to the war.

The girls rode in silence for the rest of the short trip, letting the lyrics of Black Magic wash over them. Ginny had to admit, the band really was good. She could see why Hermione liked them so much, and she found herself getting more excited at the prospect of seeing them live.

They pulled into the venue, and right into the VIP reserved parking. Ginny got out of the car, glancing around, her face scrunching up in confusion.

"Uh, Hermione? Didn't you say we were running late? Shouldn't there be a lot more people here?" She panicked for a moment. "Did I make you miss it?"

"Oh no, the show doesn't start for about another two hours. People should start arriving any time now. But we have VIP tickets so we actually get to go back and and hang out with the band until it's time to start."

"Oh cool. That'll be weird though. I don't have a lot of experience talking with muggles. What if I say the wrong thing?" Hermione noted the worry on her face, and chuckled as she handed her a lanyard with a 'VIP' pass attached.

"You'll be fine." She said, leading her to the front entrance, not checking to make sure she was following. "Besides, even if you do slip up they will probably just assume you're pissed. Most people are at these kinds of shows."

Hermione turned to look at her friend, just now realising that she had stopped a few feet back and was peering up the side of the venue, confusion clearly on her face.

"Um, Hermione? Why is Draco Malfoy screaming into a microphone on that large poster with the Band's name at the bottom?"

Hermione whipped her head up to the poster in question before turning back to her friend. They made eye contact and Ginny watched as the realization dawned on her face, about the same time as all the colouring drained from it, leaving the normally tan woman before her just as pale as the man on the poster.