A Little Night Music
by Icarus
Hermione unbuttoned her blouse and set down the brush. Her bedroom was on the second floor and, well, as everyone knows, heat rises.
The furniture was the same as it had been when she was a child, all painted white wood, with a frilly canopy bed. There was a large round mirror over her dresser, which housed a collection of plastic horses that she was far too old for now but still lived there, half-forgotten and frozen in midstride. Little bits of her life as a witch, school books, pictures of friends that made faces at her (and in Fred's case, an obscene gesture) mixed haphazardly with her Muggle life; her CD player, a video game that was overdue, a set of keys she would never need at Hogwarts. She ignored all of it as she sat on the edge of her bed with a sigh.
Another bit of that life, very much alive, sat in a charmed jar on her windowsill, also forgotten for the moment. A leaf crinkled slightly as the beetle stirred from its nap.
She swept sweaty hair off the back of her neck and undid the clasp to the little necklace Ron had given her (it was sweet of him to think of her); her breasts jiggled as she pulled off her blouse. She frowned slightly as she reached under her tank-top and undid her bra; though she couldn't place the annoyance. She slid the bra out from under her top one strap at a time and slipped it off.
Then she pulled off her shoes and socks, and wondered where that faint sound was coming from -- was it electronic? She glanced about, but there didn't seem to be anything on… she decided to ignore it.
As she unzipped her jeans, the buzzing sound grew louder, and seemed to take on a rhythm. Now that was not electronic. Her hands stopped. And the buzzing stopped. She started to move again, unzipping her jeans and edging them down over her hips, revealing filmy pink underwear. The buzzing restarted.
Buzzz-buzzz-Buuuuzzz.
She was pulling off her tank-top when she realised it had more than a rhythm -- it had a tune.
Buzzz-buzzz-Buuuuzzz.
Ba-buzz-buzz-Buuuuuzzzzz.
Buzz-buzz-Buuuuzzz - ba-buzz buzz baaaa-buzz.
She recognised the source and the striptease tune in the same instant.
"Oh you --" Hermione snatched her blouse to her chest, not succeeding in covering much, "you -- stop that!" And she dove out of the room.
Only Rita Skeeter could get under her skin, even as a bug. On the sill, one could almost hear the beetle chuckle.
Finis.