Hermione Granger had an early start one winter morning. Her best friends Ginny Weasley lie asleep in the bed across the room. Hermione walked to the small bathroom across the hall. She took her cozy pajamas off and stepped into the scalding hot shower. She shampooed her slightly curly hair, then turned the nozzle. The water came to a halt.
She wrapped a fluffy towel around her thin body, and prepared herself to walk out of the bathroom. In her face, however, was Harry Potter preparing to walk in.
"Oh, umm, Harry, umm, the bathroom is, umm, all yours." Hermione stuttered and pushed past him.
"Oh, yeah, I'll just, err, go in now." Harry looked her up and down. God, I never noticed how hot she was, Harry thought to himself.
Hermione touched her wand to her head, and flicked it again to give her curls their usual bounce.
Ginny had just rolled out of her bed, she now lying in a heap on the floor.
"Good morning, Ginns." Hermione laughed.
"Yeah, you too, Mione." Ginny began to pick herself up off the floor.
Hermione looked in her trunk, and picked out navy blue pants with Abercrombie embroidered on the butt. She selected a white v-neck that would spill on her developed breast. She flashed her wand over her face, and her makeup began to appear, giving her glowing, wintery look.
"See you downstairs." Hermione said to Ginny. She went downstairs for breakfast, and felt Harry, Ron, Fred, and George's eyes move to her.
"Good morning." Hermione sat at the table with everyone else.
"God, Hermione."
"Wow."
"Hermione."
All the boys groaned at the sight of her. She had arrived in the middle of the night, and no one had seen her, but Ginny.
She went around the table and hugged Harry and the Weasley boys. She then came to a stop and sat between the twins.
"So, Hermione, are you enjoying your year off?" Fred asked, resting his arm on the back of her chair. Since the death of Dumbledore, Hogwarts was closed this year until an approved Headmaster could be found.
"Umm, I think so. I mean I can't think of a better place to spend the year apart from the Burrow." She picked at the stack of the pancakes Mrs. Weasley had placed before her. Ron was already through his third helping.
"We'll enjoy ourselves." Fred and George said in unison.
Ginny placed herself in the chair next to Harry, and kissed him quickly. Harry looked at Hermione. Her soft golden hair spilling over her shoulders, her rosy cheeks…Harry! Get a hold of yourself, you have Ginny, Harry thought.
She's two years younger, she's Ron's to have, the twins thought.
If only she knew what she does to me, Ron thought day dreamily.
"So…shall we go ice skating?" Hermione asked, eight pairs of eyes scanning her up and down.
"Guys?" She asked again.
"Oh, yeah, sure umm, sounds, err, good." There were scattered answers, the four boys in a trance.
Hermione ran back up to the bedroom and pulled on an old American Eagle sweater, and zipped her red jacket up. She grabbed her skates out of her trunk and proceeded downstairs again.
"Ready?" Hermione and Ginny asked.
"Yeah."
At the lake, Hermione laced her white skates up her delicate legs and stepped on to the smooth ice, doing a pirouette.
She skated on, twirling and swirling, a few gentle snow flurries floating down. The rest weren't doing so well, Ginny's red face flustered over trying to spin properly.
Fred and George skated wobbly over to Hermione and tackled her to the ice. Fred unzipped her jacket, while George tickled her. Soon, Ron joined in and Hermione was screaming for mercy.
"Hermione? Are you at the mercy of the Weasley's?" Fred asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh yes, dear brother, I do believe she is." George replied, tickling her ever more.
"Stop, stop! I'll do anything!" Hermione yelled in a tantrum of laughter.
"Alright, George, Ron, what does she owe us for this mercy we bestow upon her?" Fred asked, looking from one to the other.
"Well, dear brother, I think 7 minutes to each of us is order. Agreed?" George asked, a hungry look in his eye.
"I agree." said Fred and Ron at once.
"What?" Hermione asked in a worried tone.
"Well, when we're back at the Burrow, we each get 7 minutes in heaven with you. Sound good?" Fred questioned, the same look in his eye that George had.
"Well, Fred, I'm not a slut. And I'm not taking you guys one after the other." Hermione got up, a look of hurt in her eyes, and skated away. The nerve they had to ask her to do something like that.