AN: Finals SUCK!
Neways… Enjoy…. Thanks to my reviewers… this is a REALLY short chapter… what else is new!
On w/ the story:
Chapter 8: Change Clothes
"Ginny, I can't wear that!" Hermione said staring wide-eyed at the dress Ginny had picked out for her.
Ginny frowned. "Why not?"
"Because the Minister of Magic will be there!" Hermione said.
Ginny gave Hermione a frustrated stare. "Herms, the Minister of Magic is your best friend."
Hermione shrugged nervously. She was running out of excuses to not wear the dress. "It shows WAY too much skin," she said in a final tone.
"Hermione, it's not that bad, it goes to your knee, and this isn't a really formal event. It's just a celebration of defeating Voldemort last year." Ginny said. "Besides, the dark green brings out your best features," Ginny said handing Hermione the dress through a crack in the door.
Ginny had wasted no time helping Hermione get an outfit for the ball. They searched in five different stores, but could find nothing to Hermione's liking. Ginny had finally taken it upon herself to find Hermione a dress by herself, and pick out a spaghetti-strapped, forest green dress that reached Hermione's knee. Needless to say Hermione was…. surprised.
Hermione emerged from her bedroom wearing the dress, black heels, and her locket. And to Ginny's pleasure, she was smiling.
"Hermione," Ginny said happily, "you are what I like to call, a MILF."
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AN: yea, I know it's REALLY SHORT, but I have to get to French in five minutes and I had to do my HW for that class. Sorry. Another update will happen most likely Friday, my finals end 10-ish