Distraction

Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns settings and characters. I own the plot, and my own typed/written words.

Summary: Ginny and Hermione find ways to test their boyfriend's attention...G/D, H/HR.

Category: AU, Romance, Humor.

Rating: PG-13/PG-15

Shippings: G/D and H/HR.

A/N: Thanks to Anya, for her lovely fic, "Naked Qudditch Game" (or something to that factor - everyone loves you, Anya!)

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"Hermione! This is ludicrous!" Ginny complained, looking into the mirror with a twitch of her lips and a wrinkle of her nose.

"What did you say? I can't hear you!" Hermione's face peeked out of the bathroom.

"I said it's ludicrous. And ridiculous! And childish!" she added after an afterthought.

"It's not! It's an experiment that will let us be highly informed," Hermione quipped professionally, disappearing into the bathroom once more. "Besides, it'll be fun," she called.

"And I thought you were the innocent one," she called back.

"I am!" Hermione protested. "You're the evil twin still."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Whatever. You can do it yourself, then!"

"Oh come on, I won't even have the nerve to do so without you!" Hermione argued, her voice ringing persuasively as she took off her last piece of clothing.

"Well, either you do it or you don't, I am not doing this," the redhead replied curtly, folding her arms across her chest with a defiance of stubbornness around her, even though she was a bit flattered that Hermione needed her support to go through this little 'experiment'.

Hermione came out of the bathroom, her towel wrapped securely around her body.

"Fine," the brunette said, sighing. "I guess Draco will see me naked as well - you know, your hormone-crazed boyfriend?" she smiled sweetly at her.

"You're evil!" sputtered Ginny. "You know Draco will forget who I am when he sees you!"

Hermione waved her hand dismissively, giving another small sigh of hers, one hand to her towel clutched tightly. "I guess you'll have to live with the fact that-"

"Oh, alright!" she relented, grumbling. "But won't Harry see me naked as well?"

"I suppose...but don't worry, the sight of me will keep him occupied," Hermione told her smugly.

"Don't be so confident," Ginny scoffed.

"I am not!" she denied with mock shock. "I mean, I'll go first, and then you follow me."

Ginny didn't reply for several moments as she vanished out of sight into the bathroom. "But how are you even sure they'll notice us?" she suddenly asked, peering out into the doorway, her face only visible.

Hermione raised an eyebrow. "I haven't thought about that," she admitted, looking thoughtful. "What's your hypothesis, then?"

Ginny smiled. "I am not telling." She entered the room, a towel gathered around her.

"Fine, then I won't tell you mine's," Hermione told her firmly.

"Whatever. Let's get this over with."

"I'll go downstairs first. Ready?" Hermione twiddled her fingertips nervously, fright flashing through her eyes for an instant before she looked dignified once more.

Ginny took a deep breath. "Ready."

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*Science project flashbacks* *listens to Good Charlotte's boys and girls*

(Don't get confused about the towels, silly nakedness will come soon - and another hint - there's more nakedness coming from where you never expected *cackles*)

I am disappointed of how few cookies I received. Until I get more cookies, I will torture you guys with cliffhangers *sly smile*

-S.A.,

the sick, sick and lovely author of this ficlet (you know you like it).