Chapter 3- Easy Prey
Hermione was up early the next morning, still intact and surprised to find that she
was the last one up. The morning chill still clung to the air, but there was something
seemingly more foreboding that weighed heavily in the atmosphere.
She found Harry and Ron in the courtyard in an enthusiastic conversation about
Quidditch. Both of the boys waved cheerfully when they saw her approaching. Together
they headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Many of the students slouched sleepily. Fred and George looked especially
disheveled. About half of the girls in Griffindor (Ginny, Lavender and the group from last
night included) looked oddly calm and actually to Hermione's observation all seemed to
have a very vacant look to them. Not a word passed from one of them to any one else.
Ron and Harry shrugged seeing the suspicious look on Hermione's face.
In a flurry of excitement the owl post arrived at Griffindor's table delivering
packages to most of the unusual acting Giffindor girls.
The ones who received the packages tore them apart greedily and those that didn't
sulked.
The packages were all identical to the one that Ginny had received the previous
day.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know why you are so worried." Ron said cheerfully. " All that studying
must have gone to your head. You've been so paranoid lately. Is there something was
should know about?"
"Don't you think it's odd the way that all the girls in Griffindor are acting?"
Hermione hissed.
Harry surveyed the room. " Well, it is a bit out of the ordinary." He shrugged. "I
think you might be over reacting a little."
Hermione shook her head feeling frustrated.
* * * * *
The three friends make their way back from potions when the were confronted
with an extraordinary sight. Ginny Weasley was marching at the head of the entire group
of Griffindor girls. They had shortened their robes to roughly the length of mini skirts.
They marched towards the three friends, swinging their hips as the walked.
"What the-" Ron grew pale. "Ginny?!"
Ginny slunk up next to Harry and threw her arm around him. "Hello Harry." she
said tracing her finger over the Griffindor emblem on Harry's robes. She was wearing far
too much makeup and batting her eyes at Harry.
Ron looked mortified.
"See you later." She whispered into his ear and ran her finger over Harry's cheek
as she unwound herself from around Harry's neck. With a flick of her hair she slunk off
with her clique in suit.
"Hot stuff there Weasley." Draco Malfoy said coming up from behind them. "I'll
bet your little sister is easy. Ah, Hello Potter," he spat, "Have you been keeping her all to
yourself?"
Ron grew bright red.
Harry glared. "Bug off Malfoy."
Draco laughed. "Not until you get me her number. Too bad she's a Weasley, I bet
she's a lot of fun."
Ron Launched himself at Draco with a growl. Harry and Hermione both held him
back as he struggled to rip open Draco's throat.
Draco chuckled at Ron's reaction. He shot a disdainful look at Hermione and
turned sharply on his heel with Crabbe and Goyle lumbering behind.
Ron still looked flustered as he glared at the retreating figures. "This has got to
end. Where's Ginny? It's time to get to the bottom of this."
Hermione grinned. "It's about time."
Hermione was up early the next morning, still intact and surprised to find that she
was the last one up. The morning chill still clung to the air, but there was something
seemingly more foreboding that weighed heavily in the atmosphere.
She found Harry and Ron in the courtyard in an enthusiastic conversation about
Quidditch. Both of the boys waved cheerfully when they saw her approaching. Together
they headed to the Great Hall for breakfast.
Many of the students slouched sleepily. Fred and George looked especially
disheveled. About half of the girls in Griffindor (Ginny, Lavender and the group from last
night included) looked oddly calm and actually to Hermione's observation all seemed to
have a very vacant look to them. Not a word passed from one of them to any one else.
Ron and Harry shrugged seeing the suspicious look on Hermione's face.
In a flurry of excitement the owl post arrived at Griffindor's table delivering
packages to most of the unusual acting Giffindor girls.
The ones who received the packages tore them apart greedily and those that didn't
sulked.
The packages were all identical to the one that Ginny had received the previous
day.
Hermione raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know why you are so worried." Ron said cheerfully. " All that studying
must have gone to your head. You've been so paranoid lately. Is there something was
should know about?"
"Don't you think it's odd the way that all the girls in Griffindor are acting?"
Hermione hissed.
Harry surveyed the room. " Well, it is a bit out of the ordinary." He shrugged. "I
think you might be over reacting a little."
Hermione shook her head feeling frustrated.
* * * * *
The three friends make their way back from potions when the were confronted
with an extraordinary sight. Ginny Weasley was marching at the head of the entire group
of Griffindor girls. They had shortened their robes to roughly the length of mini skirts.
They marched towards the three friends, swinging their hips as the walked.
"What the-" Ron grew pale. "Ginny?!"
Ginny slunk up next to Harry and threw her arm around him. "Hello Harry." she
said tracing her finger over the Griffindor emblem on Harry's robes. She was wearing far
too much makeup and batting her eyes at Harry.
Ron looked mortified.
"See you later." She whispered into his ear and ran her finger over Harry's cheek
as she unwound herself from around Harry's neck. With a flick of her hair she slunk off
with her clique in suit.
"Hot stuff there Weasley." Draco Malfoy said coming up from behind them. "I'll
bet your little sister is easy. Ah, Hello Potter," he spat, "Have you been keeping her all to
yourself?"
Ron grew bright red.
Harry glared. "Bug off Malfoy."
Draco laughed. "Not until you get me her number. Too bad she's a Weasley, I bet
she's a lot of fun."
Ron Launched himself at Draco with a growl. Harry and Hermione both held him
back as he struggled to rip open Draco's throat.
Draco chuckled at Ron's reaction. He shot a disdainful look at Hermione and
turned sharply on his heel with Crabbe and Goyle lumbering behind.
Ron still looked flustered as he glared at the retreating figures. "This has got to
end. Where's Ginny? It's time to get to the bottom of this."
Hermione grinned. "It's about time."