Ginny and Hermione sat in Ginny's room that afternoon, chatting rapidly about boys as Hermione was flipping through a muggle magazine (for whatever reason, I don't know.) All that time, Hermione had tried to find out who Ginny was going to see—*if* she was going to see—"that guy" tonight.
"So, Gin, you haven't even told me. Come on, you can tell me. You trust me, don't you? Who is this guy?" Hermione asked as she threw the magazine out of her way.
"You'll find out if I get to go out with him," Ginny said.
"But what if your parents don't let you? How will I find out?" Hermione asked again. "You have to tell me, Ginny. I promise to not tell anyone."
"I don't know. You and my brother have gotten awfully close. Something might slip."
"I won't tell Ron, I promise! I cross my heart," Hermione said.
"I can't, Hermione. He doesn't want anyone to know about it, especially you," Ginny replied.
"Oh fine. I'll stop pestering you. But—PLEASE TELL ME, GINNY! I won't tell anyone, I swear to God--ric Gryffindor!" Hermione pleaded.
"Oh, all right," Ginny said as she whispered the name of her date in Hermione's ear. Hermione's face turned from pleased to a confused look.
"HIM?! Out of all boys!" Hermione shouted.
"Hermione, don't yell it out! I don't want my parents to come in and question me about—"
"Too late. Hermione, dear, is it all right if Mr. Weasley and I talk to Ginny for a moment," Mrs. Weasley politely asked.
"Sure, Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said, stepping out of Ginny's room.
"Please sit, Ginny," Mr. Weasley said as Ginny quickly sat on her bed.
"Ginny, your father and I want to talk to you about this boy you're so keen on spending time with tonight," Mrs. Weasley started.
"Okay," Ginny said, feeling very uncomfortable.
"Well, your mother and I feel that we shouldn't let you go on this date tonight," Mr. Weasley said. Ginny crossed her arms and looked out the window.
"But, unlike SOME of your brothers, we really trust you. You are a good student and never had done anything bad. So, we will let you go on this date," Mrs. Weasley finished for her husband.
"HOWEVER, this boy has to meet the family, you know, so we know his status," Mr. Weasley said, breaking the smile on Ginny's face.
"What? That's not fair! You didn't do that to Percy when he brought Penelope over!" Ginny protested.
"Yes, well, Penelope is a prefect. We don't know anything about this boy," Mrs. Weasley rebottled back.
"Fine," Ginny said as she fell back on her bed.
"Good, then we're even," Mr. Weasley said. When he and Mrs. Weasley opened the door to Ginny's room, they found all six of their boys hanging in the hallway, casually. They acted as if their ears weren't glued to the door, listening to every bit of their parents' conversation with Ginny. Mr. Weasley shook his head and Mrs. Weasley looked at her sons bitterly.
"So, what did they say?" Hermione asked, walking into Ginny's room again.
"They said I could go," said Ginny, simply. She was still lying on her bed.
"That's great!" Hermione squealed. She sat on the end of Ginny's bed.
"Yeah, great," Ginny pathetically said.
"What's the matter?"
"They want to meet him is the matter."
"Well, then let them meet him. Let me tell you, I'm not quite, exactly sure I want you to go out with him. He's rather odd," Hermione said, hopefully persuading Ginny to see her side of the story.
"Odd, yes, but you have to look past that," Ginny said, sitting up, facing her friend.
"I'll try to, but it's gonna be hard," Hermione said as the two girls giggled.
THE DAY SLOWLY TURNS TO NIGHT AND GINNY'S PREPARING FOR HER DATE…
"Hermione, would you help me pick out what to wear?" Ginny shouted across the hall. Hermione had emerged from Ron's room to his sister's and quickly shut the door.
"Let's see. What would match? How about a dress?" Hermione said, studying Ginny.
"How about something that would make him think I am older and more mature?" Ginny suggested.
"Something that accentuates your curves and brings out the color in your eyes?"
"I don't know! Just as long as I am wearing something."
"How about your school uniform? He'll be sure to like that innocent schoolgirl look," Hermione teased.
"Shut up, Hermione!" Ginny laughed.
"It's really your decision, Gin. I am not going on this date, you are. But I see you wearing a blue top and khaki capris," Hermione said. (*I am really bad in picking out clothes, seriously. I am a clothing maniac, but when I shop for clothes for other people, my taste sucks. So disagree with me if you want. Or make suggestions!)
After Ginny got dressed, she had another request to ask Hermione.
"Hermione, do you know how to apply makeup?" Ginny asked as Hermione picked up her magazine.
"Ginny, you must be obsessed with this guy if you want to wear makeup," Hermione said.
"Do you, though?"
"No, not really. I don't care for that stuff."
"But can you? For me, please Herm," Ginny said, her face forming into that puppy dog look.
"Are you aware that if I did your makeup, you would look like a cheap, five cent whore?" Hermione said, hoping her friend would back down on the whole makeup thing.
"All right, fine. No makeup for Ginny," she responded as she brushed her hair impatiently waiting for her date to happen.