Disclaimer: Do I own these characters? Did I invent the Harry Potter series? Is my name J.K. Rowling? Am I a billionaire? No, no, no, and again, sadly, no. However, this plot is mine and I wrote this fic so there! Ha! Sticks tongue out
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Breaths and Towels
Hermione awoke sharply as she fell out of bed onto the floor with a thump, softened only by the thin lavender carpet that covered the floor. She was tangled in sheets and it took her a good minute to get herself free and back into bed when she noticed the clock reading: 8:52 am. She gasped, realizing that her job interview was only in two hours. (A/N: That's our Hermione...) She stumbled down the hall to the bathroom and jerked the door open, to see a naked, wet, and extremely good looking Ginny Weasley in the process of wrapping a towel around her slender form. Hermione stared, frozen. Ginny blushed, then wrapped her towel totally around her and quietly muttered a 'good morning'.
Slowly, Hermione's brain started to function again. Ginny. Job interview. Naked. Hot. Towel. Nothing made sense. But then, Ginny pushed past Hermione and went to the room they shared (although they had separate beds), apologizing and saying that she had to get dressed. Hermione snapped back to reality and said in a slightly high pitched voice, "It's okay. I'm just gonna take a towel-er-showel-oh holy shit! I'm going to take a god damned shower!" Ginny's would-be-stifled-laughter floated into the bathroom and Hermione's ears buzzed warmly. That's it, she thought. It's a cold shower then.
The cool water felt good against Hermione warm flesh. What am I thinking, she thought, she's my best friend! I can't get attracted to her now! She's not even gay! The water switched off, it was timed so that the bill wouldn't go up too high. Hermione sighed and climbed out of the white steamy heaven and was greeted by a chill that came from the quick temperature change. She grabbed the remaining towel from the rack and exited the bathroom and headed for the bedroom.
Ginny was already half dressed, and Hermione couldn't help but stare as the redhead gracefully pulled a blue t-shirt over her head and brushed her shoulder length hair with a black hair brush. Hermione shook her head and walked to her dresser. She selected a black skirt cut just below the knee, a white quarter length sleeve shirt, black shoes with only inch high heels, and she pulled her damp hair back into a ponytail. She pulled on her clothes and, taking a deep breath, went down the stairs to the kitchen for some food.
Ginny stood at the counter, her fiery hair tucked behind her ear, pouring milk into two bowls of cereal. She turned a placed a bowl in front of Hermione just as the post came flapping through the open window, landed on the table, collected 4 knuts, and flew off, leaving the Daily Prophet behind. Ginny picked the paper up and read the headlines: Victims of Final Battle Still Missing.
Hermione coughed and Ginny looked over, "Yeah, Mia?"
"I'msorryIwalkedinonyouinthebathroom." She blurted. Ginny looked puzzled.
"What?"
Hermione took a deep breath for the second time that morning, "I'm soory I walked in on you this morning in th bathroom."
"Oh, that," said Ginny, "don't worry about it." Smiling a little she said, "Actually, I didn't mind." She blushed, then got quickly up and said, "You're going to be late for your interview, you'd better get going." Then exited the room, leaving a shocked and mildly flattered Hermione behind her.
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A/N: Okay okay, so it's short again, sue me! I can't help it, but I promise to write more often now.