Hermione's POV

I just got back from my honeymoon yesterday. It was perfect, amazing, everything I ever hoped it would be. But after two unbroken weeks with Ron, I am soooooo ready for some quality girl time with my best friend, Ginny.

We stroll through the fresh snow, talking about out school days back at Hogwarts.

"Hey Hermione, remember that time when you bewitched Draco to glow in the dark?

"Yeah. That was great. But then George made me undo it because it was so bright neither of them could get any sleep."

"As if they ever got any sleep when they were together anyway."

We both giggle at that, and Ginny points excitedly at the pond, squealing.

"Look Hermione! It's frozen solid!"

It is. In fact the ice is nearly six inches thick. Ginny runs recklessly out to the center of the pond and begins to dance wildly.

"Ginny! That's not safe! You could fall through!"

"Oh Hermione, its fine! Come dance with me! Have some fun for once!"

I was about to shout something back, when suddenly I hear a loud Crack! and there is Ginny, her fingers searching frantically for a grip on the slick ice as she flounders, up to her armpits in the icy water. With strength of adrenalin I tear a huge branch from a nearby tree and extend it out over the ice to Ginny. She clings to her end for dear life as I pull her slowly from the water.

By the time I get her to shore she is shaking so badly she can't talk, and can barely walk either. I pick her up and hold her gently against my chest. God she is tiny. Even weighed down with water she is not much heavier than a child. I jog quickly home with my shivering burden and don't stop until I am in my bedroom.

I set Ginny down lightly, press a towel and my warmest pajamas into her blue, shaking hands, and point her in the direction of the bathroom.

"Go dry off and put these on. Hurry."

A few minutes later Ginny emerges from the bathroom, still shivering but now a much healthier shade of bright pink. I can't help but notice how great she looks in my PJs. Damn. Those baggy robes she always wears really do hide a lot. Her figure is amazing. I mentally scold myself for checking out my best friend. Bad Hermione. Bad.

"Oh man, I could really use a drink right now." grumbles Ginny, looking around.

"It's over there." I point to it.

As Ginny reaches up to grab the Tequila on the top shelf, her top lifts up slightly and I can see her stomach. It is perfectly white, crisscrossed by faint pink scars. Her belly button swirls – like a tiny cinnamon roll.

"Oh God…………."