Ta-da! Lookie, the third un-betaed chapter which now is betaed thanks to my wonderfull beta :)

Disclamier: Gues what? The don't belong to me:) JK - they are all yours!

Disclamier: And the lyric? -aw- you know by now don't you? Belongs to Nightwish, is called baregrace missery.

Enjoy!

Of White Dresses and Stubborn Lions

Sweet boy, come in
I am the dark side of you
Die for my sins

Like the One once did
Cinnamon bed
For your unashamed appetite
A figurine

This dance will hurt like hell

"Aw, Hermione, try it on. Let me see," Ginny begged for the fifth time.

"Why?" Hermione looked up from her book with a bothered wrinkle in her forehead. Ginny had been bothering her ever since they bought that infernal dress yesterday.

"Because I want to see you in it. Aren't you curious at all? Where did you put it? I could braid your hair and I could get you some make-up and then create a garland of flowers for you," Ginny squealed and waved her hand in front of Hermione's field of vision, thus stopping her from reading.

"Ginny, stop it, I mean it, I DON'T WANT TO DRESS UP IN THAT DRESS UNTIL I ABSOLUTELY HAVE TO!" Hermione growled as she slapped Ginny's hand away from her book.

"Okay, okay. Easy, Mione," Ginny said defensively and gave Hermione a hurt look, "I told you that you should have picked the blue one though… I'm sure you would have-"

"Ginny…"

"Sorry… but you don't mind me trying it on, do you?"

Hermione growled and tried to focus on her reading, this book in particular did usually distract her from the surroundings, but Ginny was an exception because you could not just ignore her. And if you tried to do so she always came up with a very sneaky plan to totally freak you out and then start terrorising you with an enormous amount of questions, statements about your hair, gossip or other things that could drive a sane person mad.

"Hello! Earth to Hermione, earth to Hermione! DO YOU MIND IF I-"

"Oh shut up, for Merlin's sakes, the dress is in my wardrobe, I trust that you can find your way through it even better then I can, am I right?"

Ginny's face reddened as she suddenly became very interested in her hands, she mumbled something in keeping with, "I can't help that your muggle clothes are so darn hot and cool."

Hermione frowned and just shook her head. It was true; wizard clothing wasn't cool, sexy, hot or even modern. To a muggle they would look like a wandering piece antique of clothing from the 17th century. Well, not that bad, but many muggles would think that a person that wore that kind of clothing was an actor on its way to a theatre. So Hermione could understand Ginny's obsession with her clothes (which in any case weren't the latest, top-modern fashion, because Hermione simply didn't care if her jeans weren't bought at the most flashy clothes store in London. But they were still better than Ginny's worn out, knitted, brown-reddish skirt). But from time to time it was annoying to have the redhead roaming through her closet; especially when she became obsessed with Hermione's knickers.

"Where did you put the bag, Hermione? I can't find it," Ginny called from Hermione's closet.

Hermione sighed and checked up from the book once again, very disturbed by the fact that she was distracted from her interesting read, which in this chapter was about, 'How to Decline a Grammatically Correct Spell: Verbs and Adverbs, Past and Present'.

She spotted Ginny's back, where it stuck out from inside Hermione's closet. The redhead had literally buried her head in Hermione's huge mass of neatly folded clothes (It took Hermione about an hour to clean up the mess she'd caused when they fled before Lucius and Draco Malfoy).

"I put it under my green polo-neck sweater, beside my pile of jeans," Hermione described and began once again reading. Secretly hoping that Ginny would tire of her visit and go find her fiancée to spend some "quality time" with him and hopefully not produce some mini Ginny's whilst spending that "quality time".

'Whilst declining the key word in the water-charm one, preferably, would make use of the right declining method. The key word has its origin in the Latin word for water, aqua, in the spell aquarcius, if one wishes to create a huge amount of water is this example the right one to use -'

"OW!" Hermione was snatched out of her reading once again, this time by a franticly shrieking Ginny who jumped up and down with her right hand in the air, waving it, as if she had burned herself on a stove or something similar, hot object.

"What's the matter with you, I'm trying to read," Hermione growled, somehow thinking that Ginny just made one of her tactical attempts to make her mad and thus stop reading.

"It's your god damned dress," Ginny yelled and blew at her fingers, "It burnt my hand!"

"Don't be silly, why would a dress burn you; the friend of all clothing?" asked Hermione sarcastically as frowned indignantly.

"Don't ask me. It's cursed, mark my words, cursed," Ginny sneered and stared frostily at the white pile of fabric on the floor that was Hermione's wedding dress.

Hermione frowned once again but put down her book and rose from her comfortable position in the warmed armchair. She strode over to Ginny who threw Hermione's dress death-glares, Hermione knew those glares; they meant a violent death for the object for Ginny's wrath.

"Where did it burn you?" She asked calmly.

Ginny reached out her right hand without a word, looking quite sulky. Hermione examined it and saw that Ginny actually had a reddish burning mark, covering most of her thumb, index finger and some parts of her palm and middle finger. Hermione raised an eyebrow at the fact that Ginny was right; the dress had actually burnt her.

"Medicor." Hermione had drawn her wand from the inner pocket of her school uniform and then spoke the healing charm, thus stopping Ginny's pain immediately. She bent forward and reached for the dress, curiously wondering if it would burn her too.

"Stop, Mione, it will burn you too. I promise you, that dress is evil."

Hermione swallowed but gripped the distinct white, soft fabric and… nothing happened, the dress was cool under her hand, cool and smooth, just as she remembered. Ginny stared at her in disbelief and then at her right hand which just moments before had been covered with a burning mark. The redhead reached out with her hand and touched the white fabric with her index finger.

"Ouch!"

Hermione almost laughed, the comical expression that played on Ginny's face was priceless. Her friend stared at her index finger which was now burning in a pink shade of red, clearly a burning mark.

"See? It doesn't like me! Yet you are allowed to touch it… do you think that the dress is intellectual? And that it dislikes me because I called it 'an old piece of junk'? Do you think that it understands what we're saying, Mione?" Ginny whispered in a reduced voice, as if she really believed that the dress understood them.

"No, Ginny… but, maybe it's cursed…" answered Hermione with a frown.

"Tsch," Ginny sucked at her finger, glaring at the dress, even worse now than before.

"Stop doing that. Medicor," said Hermione and relieved Ginny from the nagging pain in her fingertip.

"Cursed with what then, and why? I wouldn't dress up in that dress, Mione, if I were you. Who knows what it could do to you, scold all your skin off maybe?"

"Maybe I should try to figure out what's up with it…" Hermione stroked the fabric with her middle finger and stared off into space, as if trying to remember something, "Virgin's suit."

"What?"

"That's what the shop owner called it, Virgin's suit. Wait a moment. Ginny, are you still a… you know what?" Hermione's face reddened as she asked the question.

"A virgin?" Ginny laughed to the point of tears, "With Harry as a boyfriend? Are you kidding me? He's like a stallion in bed. You know what testosterone bulging teenage boys are like. He's got a talent with his tongue you know… once we tried to-"

"Thanks, that's enough, I didn't ask you to handle me a detailed account of the circumstances of yours and Harry's sex-life, thank you," Hermione snarled.

"But you did ask me about it."

"No, I asked if you were still a virgin," Hermione argued.

"And I told you that I wasn't," Ginny argued back, "Why did you want to know by the way?"

"Because I am," Hermione informed her.

"I knew that, or at least I guessed that. If it's not too bold to ask you, but did you and my brother do anything at all, besides holding hands?"

"You don't have to be rude," Hermione muttered, "You see, I think that this dress was made for virgins, and virgins only, get the picture? No one besides virgins are allowed to touch it…"

"But the shop owner touched it," Ginny pointed out, "And I can hardly believe that he's been living in celibacy… or do you think that he's some weirdo from one of those old Celtic assemblies where you are forbidden to even look at a naked individual from the other sex?"

"I don't think that men count, it's a woman's garment," Hermione explained.

Ginny muttered something under her breath that almost sounded like, 'What about those men that dress like women?'

There was suddenly a knock on the door and minutes after Harry's head became visible as he stepped through the doorframe, he smiled a genuine smile before he said, "Ginny my love, wanna come with me to the dinner?"

"Isn't he the cutest?" Ginny cooed and smiled at her soon to be husband.

"Hermione, you are of course welcome to accompany us," Harry added hastily.

"No thanks, I think I'll go down to the kitchen and ask them to send me some food in the library."

"But you have already finished your N.E.W.T's; with top-score I might add. Why do you have to go to the library? Huh? You can't plead pressure of school," Harry said.

"Oh, but I have to… investigate a… thing," Hermione answered and fingered her dress.

"Alright… see you later, Mione," Ginny said and hugged Hermione briefly, making sure that she didn't touch her dress.

"Yeah, see you," Harry added and kissed his fiancée on the lips as they exited Hermione's room together. Hermione watched them with envy; she wished she could have a boyfriend like Harry, caring, loving, nice and gentle.

'But noooo, Hermione dear, you'll get a sadistic ex-Death Eater, who is double your age, if not more. And as a bonus you'll get to adopt a smirking, ferret bastard!' Her mind cynically told her.

'Oh shut up, you're just making it worse,' she snarled inside her head, thus stopping that mean and depressing voice from saying something more.

Oh, bare grace misery
Just a Child without a fairytale am I
Dark but so lovely
A Little Match Girl freezing in the snow

Love lying, enticing
(Bare grace misery)
Crowning the moment
(Bare grace misery)

This is what I am
Bare grace for the end of days

Hermione flipped a page in the large book that lay on the table in front of her. She stifled a yawn and scanned through the page; nope, nothing interesting there neither. She closed the book with a loud bang and placed it amongst the other ones which were also useless in her search for the answer as to why her dress burned non-virgins. Her hand fumbled to her right and found the next book to investigate; this one was thin, old and frail. The cover was some sort of skin, probably dragon or something she thought. The title read: 'Celtic ceremonies '.

'Well let's try this one then.'

She flipped some pages, searching for nothing in particular. She browsed past sacrifices, druid-gods, childbirth ceremonies, war-ceremonies and death-ceremonies. She abruptly halted on 'Wedding-ceremonies' and a headline that read: 'The Golden Wedding'.

On that page which contained the Golden Wedding there was a drawing, picturing a young girl and a man, the man was dressed in a strange garment. But the girl, whom wore a garland of flowers in her hair, wore a white dress similar to Hermione's wedding dress. Under the drawing a text with ornate writing read: 'the magical virgin's suit'.

'Oh my gosh,' Hermione held her breath as she began to read the text:

'A golden wedding is the most powerful marriage known to wizard kind. The energy of an innocent paired with a partner from the other sex results in an explosion of power. For a long time wizards and druids tried to control that power, absorb it when an innocent was robed of their virginity. They were always failures, no one ever knew why. Some speculated about a god who guarded the innocent and therefore protected the power from others. Some talked about 'the right pairing'. It had to be an attraction between the two lovers. Others talked about hate; the innocent had to hate the other part to unleash the power.

There were many attempts to bring these reactions out during the wedding night. In Scandinavia (often in Svealand and the north of Norway) there were attempts with the wedding night being held under an oak and with the blood from a rooster on the innocent's hands. In ancient Egypt, wizards tried to put the other part of the lovemaking under psychosis and in that way control him or her. They thought that the one who was controlling the other could gather the power easier.

But the only attempt, which was crowned a success, occurred during the Celtic Golden Wedding. The very powerful wizard Alth-aczar forced a innocent mudblood to-'

Hermione terminated her reading for a moment, it was a shock for her to read the word 'mudblood' in a book, but then again, this book was old, probably written at the time when mudbloods, half-bloods and muggles were openly hated by the purebloods. She sighed and began reading once again.

'…Mudblood to marry him, he was driven by pure lust whilst she feared him. He gave her a Virgin's Suit as a gift, he commanded her to wear it during the ceremony, which she did. The function of the dress isn't quite known yet, some they say that the virgin becomes more desirable, some they say that the dress generates the innocent's fear and absorbing the other parts (lust) thus giving the right chemistry that will create the power flow. The tale about Alth-aczar tells that the girl gave birth to one of the worlds most feared and powerful wizards who walked the earth; Odin Ravenlord.

Many copies were made of the Virgin's Suit. The original disappeared mysteriously after Alth-aczar's wedding night and hasn't been seen ever since. The copies were, most of the time, useless, some of them filled some functions but the chemistry was never the same again."

Hermione closed the book and scowled, pure bullshit she thought. Stupid middle age authors who thought they knew something. She'd prefer the authors from the Artic, they were more realistic.

'Power flow indeed,'

She exited the library, still not knowing why her dress burned Ginny but not her. But she knew one thing; she'd tell Dumbledore that Hogwarts library contained racist books, which called muggle-born, mudbloods.

Romantic scent

Spoiled Lucrece lies warm for you
There's no such priest
That can pray me to heaven

When done with me
Forget if you think I feel ashamed
A wild thing
Never felt sorry for anything
Love lying...

Nightwater
-gasps- NO! Don't go insane!... then you won't be able to read further chapters ;)

RnB Diva Gurl
-laughs- yes, That does it doesn't it? Evil and dangerous... -hehe- you missed "God-damned-hot-sneaky-sexy..." erhm... you see? I can't stop while I'm at it!

Anonymous
What can I say? ) thanks for the review and thanks for supporting my story... and yes Hermiones reaction yes, what did ya think of Hermiones reaction?

Storygirl2009
-laughs- yes, she's in trouble... but maybe, who knows what future brings? Oh! You're grounded? My, my, my - what have you done to deserve a fate like that? Hmm... how many chapters? I don't know really, but at least five or four more I think... maybe even more than that.

Morrigane
Aw! You are mean! When I read "In my own" I thought that there were one LM/HG fic I had missed out to read, rushing to your page to read and... what did I find? I couldn't read it:'( because I can only read Swedish and English :-(... couldn't you, pretty please translate it to English? I'd love to read it!

Dark Secret1
Thanks, I've been told my english is good, but not thet good so don't get my hopes up girl ;) -laughs- Hermione are a professional when it comes to get into trouble. Wait and see what happens in next cahppe (writing it right now actually) I can handle you a clue, she's getting drunk and whoops...! At some point Snape shows up too -hehe- the chapter will be called "The day before D-day" -hehe- that was a teaser ;)

Mysticdrakraven
I'm doing my best over here :) thanks for the review!

Sexy-jess
Not strange at all, I want you to think that and maybe that's what the suit is all about... maybe -evil chuckle- maybe... because, what's a LM/HG without sex... -thinking- I on the other hand are weird.

Apollonia2
Nice too have you back! -laughs- yeah, what's up with the virgins suit? Any guesses? AW! Yes, she's a lucky bitch! -growls- I'd give anything to be able to switch places with her at once! And then she has the guts to sit and feel miserable! -ahhrg!-

Vodkatears
NO! There arn't! -thumbs up for LM/HG- Why WHY can't people start writing instead of reading RW/HG's or HP/HG's :) -lol- there isn't anything writing with those ships but... well I want something to read also:'( I know! You scramble of to write your own :))

xxXGoddessXofXdeadXloveXxx
Well -lol- that's not a good feeling! -coughs- but who knows:P I'm a weirdo so you can't bee too sure ;)

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Coming up:
The day before D-day, Hermiones last day before the weding! -gasps- the next chapter (which I'm working on for the moment) will contain a botle of fire-whiskey and -gasps again- Snape!