Title: Split Screen: Nudge, Nudge 3?
Author: Autumn
Email: Ginny gives Hermione a little push.
Spoilers: HPB
A/N: I guess by now I should mention this is sort of an AU of year six.
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Breakfast in the great hall was always a busy affair. Post owls delivering mail to the four house tables, hungry students replenishing themselves and chatting about the day's plans. It was little wonder that the package Ginny Weasley received went unnoticed by Harry Potter, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. The young woman eagerly unwrapped the bundle and opened the attached parchment.
Dear Miss Weasley!
Congratulations, you might be a winner! You're a finalist in the 978th annual Easy Targets for Gullible People's drawing! Please enclose 100 galleons in the provided envelope with your entry form and send with the nearest Post Owl.
Sincerely,
Trixie H. Funnyfellow
She laughed and pulled out her wand. Ginny tapped the parchment with her wand, muttering "igpa-latin-ya." It was a spell to erase the false message, an invention of George and Fred's last year when the Inquisitional Squad had been screening mail. They'd kept up the act, simply because it was more fun for them. And now that all WWW products were banned officially, it allowed them a way of smuggling their products into the castle. For the spell could be cast on any inanimate object as well.
Ginny,
While I have reservations about leading you down the paths of deception and trickery, I take heart in the fact that you have the good sense to behave in a traditional Weasley manner or interfering for the good of all, and not the way of Pratsy "Im-only-interested-in-my-own-self" former Weasley. Who'm I kidding, I love helping you stir things up! The box I trust you know has explicit instructions on how to take it.
Since You-Know-Whom! Is going to be taking it, make sure you don't give it to You-Know-Whom before sodding arithmancy, of DADA. Unless of course, Miss Weasley would like to deal with a cranky You-Know-Whom. Best of luck to you little sister.
Love,
George
She looked slyly towards where her brother, Hermione and Ron were sitting. Parvati rose from her seat, leaving a seat next to Hermione. Ginny plopped down. "Hello all."
"Hey Ginny!" Harry said a little too loudly.
'Hi Gin." Ron answered looking at Harry.
"What's in the prophet today?" She asked Hermione.
"I don't know, I forgot to look this morning." Hermione unrolled the scroll, and scanned the paper.
Ron and Harry were deep in conversation about something which gave Ginny the opportunity she needed. Tapping the bottle first, then the base of Hermione's glass, she muttered an incantation to empty the contents of the bottle into the mug. "Anyone we know dead?" Ron asked.
"No. But it says here that Mrs. Boot was bitten by a werewolf."
"Who's that?"
"Terry Boot, he's a Ravenclaw. Its' his mum." Harry jumped in.
"Terry's parents still together?" Ron asked keenly.
"Yeah why?"
"Shame, I was just thinking if there was no Mr. Boot, maybe she and professor Lupin could be-eh friends." Ron said sheepishly.
Harry clapped him on the shoulder and laughed. Hermione looked exasperated. "Honestly, boys are so sodding thick sometimes."
"Yes Hermione. Boys are very thick," Ginny said cryptically "well, I've gotta dash I've double herbology this morning."
Hermione had settled herself at the back of her Ancient Runes class, next to Hanna Abbot. She was glad she didn't have a class with Ron until the afternoon. She didn't understand what it was about him that made him so, well-tactless. Bill and Charlie were nothing like Ron. Of course, this could be because they were men as opposed to boys. But even the twins; while they could be juvenile were much more grown up than Ron. Fred was successful, he was handsome and bloody brilliant to dream up some of those products. Yes, Fred was the epitome of manhood Hermione realized, an Adonis really…………..
Tanned and freckled flesh glistened under the beads of sweat. A loin cloth was tight and low on his hips. He was well toned from his calves to his shoulders. A sprinkling of chest hair shown crimson and gold in the warm summer sun. He advanced towards the temple. His head bowed, one arm flexed from carrying the silver platter. His bare feet took the marble steps two at a time.
When he reached the dais, he knelt. "My godess."He breathed reverently.
"You may rise." The voice was regal, dripping of luxury.
His head upturned to his request. Warm, rich red hair, with delicate ginger eyebrows. Blue eyes, speckled with flecks the color of new honey bore into the eyes of his goddess. "May I speak of your beauty?" He quivered in anticipation, hoping she would grant his wish.
"You may."
"Your hair is as nature intended it. The richest brown the earth has to offer. Soft, supple, voluptuous as your body-"his face appeared stricken at saying too much.
"Disrobe Mr. Weasley."
A grin spread over the man's face as his hands slipped down to loosen-
"Miss Granger!" Professor Vector's voice caught into her thoughts.
"Um, yes?" She asked weakly?
"Have you been paying attention? Dear, your eyes are awfully glazed over, and you appear to have been drooling. Had it been any other student, I would say they were daydreaming. But as it's you-something is obviously off. Go to the hospital wing at once Miss Granger."
Hermione gathered her books and left the class room, taking pains to make sure she seemed 'somewhat off.' She stopped in mid-stride. She had just fantasized about Fred Weasley.