Ron didn't see Hermione put down the thing she asked Ginny if Krum would like. Or whatever that means.

Then Ginny picked up a thong, "Do you think Harry would like this?"

"Um, I don't know. I've never seen him eying women's underwear, you know?" Then Hermione picked up a bra, a white bra, bit of a difference to her black one, and said, "Do you think R..." But the store announcer interrupted with a message of half price on all thongs up to the back counter.

"Why do you want to... Hermione you like him? Well, I mean who doesn't OK, I think the question is who does, but... Hermione, are you sure? Are you overtiring on books? Did your parents remove your brain? Did Ron permanently suffocate you when you were sleeping together? Did my brothers hex you? Did I accidently get you to touch a germ infested dress? Did my mother serve you those gravy and biscuit thingers?" Ginny kept on going at all the possible reasons she could like Ron Weasly.


"Ginny, I don't think I like him, I think I love him."

"Hermione, that's settled, you're ill. Go try on your bras and we'll take you home to mum."

"OK, Gins. Whatever." Hermione went to the dressing room and Ron and the twins followed.

"Whoa. Hermione loves who? I wanna know!!!!"
Ron said trying to keep quiet.

"Ginny are you gonna come see how they look?" Hermione asked her.

"Nope. Why don't I go get Ron?" Ginny sneered.

"Very funny, Ginny!" Hermione said, looking back to make sure.

"Mmm, hmm, mnnmmn." Hermione hummed her way to the fitting rooms.

"Do you think we'll get ..." But Ron's speech was cut short as they entered the pink fitting rooms. Hermione was taking off her shirt and was silent now.

Hermione looked up at the ceiling to check for cameras. She turned around in a corner, took off her bra and put on the other one. The boys didn't see.

Hermione looked into the mirror on a wall of red paint. "Oh, no. I couldn't. You think I'm beautiful? Well, thank you. No. Oh I'd love to. Tomorrow? Eight? I'd love to, it's just I have nothing to wear. I couldn't come in my knickers, silly. I look good in them? Well, thank you. I would kiss you, except..." Hermione turned away. "Except, you're a mirror, not my prince Charming."

Hermione turned around when she heard a sneeze. "Ginny?" Oh, but it was not Hermione it was the sales clerk. "So do you have it in my size? Great."

Hermione looked out the door and the boys were sitting on the bench. Of course in their cloak.

"Huh? I don't think I'm this big!" Hermione raised the bra to her breasts and then said, "Maybe they've grown. Maybe, wait, no, I just am fat. Well, I'll get this one since Gins said he'd like it." Hermione then heard breathing in the corner. She put on her shirt and went over there. She shrugged and walked away. She grabbed her stuff and exited. Just then Ginny entered.

"Let's go!" George whispered to Ron.

They tried desperately to get out but Ginny stopped them. "I've got the greatest news!!"

Sorry about the last cliffie and this cliffie it's jut I gtg, k? I'll write asap K?

~~~~~Margarita Mocha