A/N: Hiya people, it's Geek! Let me repeat; it's Geek, not JKR, so I own none of the characters in this fanfic. Well, this is an update, and I hope you like the chapter! I actually feel really bad for Hermione, but she'll feel better later!
"I think this skirt would look sooooo cute on her!" squealed Lavender, holding up a black mini--skirt to, as Hermione thought, her partner in torture. Parvati smiled and nodded excitedly when she looked up from her dark brown trunk. Parvati quickly turned back to her overcrowded truck and sorted through the many colorful clothes she had in search of the perfect shirt to go with the oh so cute skirt.
While the stone floor of the dorm gradually got covered with multiple types of high heeled shoes and too tight clothes, Hermione was standing on the far left side of the room, next to her bed, so she was as far away as possible from them in the circular room.
Hermione's day was great, even wonderful, but that wonderful afternoon was starting to go downhill. She often heard a slight ringing in her ears after either Parvati or Lavender squealed. Her hand occasionally twitched to grab her wand whenever one of them let out a particularly high pitched squeal of excitement. Her arms hurt where they were pulling her earlier, trying to get her to their shared dormitory. And, just to top it off, she was beginning to get a headache.
I don't care if I'm Head Girl; if they charge at me, trying to get me into that skirt, I'll hex 'em.
The only reason that Hermione didn't voice her complaint of the evil mini--skirt, was because she didn't want to draw attention to herself, causing them to remember that she was in the room, which was something she did not want to do. The multiple times she tried, either Parvati would bring her back; forcibly.
"Oh, these shoes would look sooooo good with that skirt!" exclaimed Parvati, pulling out a pair of dark red stiletto, high heel shoes. Hermione's left eye twitched as her mouth fell open slightly in horror.
Is this some kind of punishment? What did I do wrong to deserve such pain? WHAT DID I DO! Is this because I missed answered a question wrong on my DADA NEWTS...or be rude to a first year...or...WHAT!
Suddenly, the dormitory door burst open; the doorknob hitting the wall causing the door to bounce back a little. In a streak of long, flying red hair, Ginny ran into the room and tackled Hermione. Hermione's breath was knocked out of her as she lost her balance, and backed into the bed post of her bed.
Apparently, the torture wasn't over for Hermione that day, for not only was the back of her head throbbing from the pleasant little headache she had, it felt like a troll had whacked her over the head with its club when it collided with the bed post. Hermione couldn't breathe, or move her arms because an excited Ginny had pinned them to her sides and was hugging the life out of her. Ginny's eyes were shut as she continued squeezing Hermione with all her might and excitement.
"Oh Merlin, you're sooooo lucky to have Harry as a boyfriend! I mean--ya know--he isn't your boyfriend--yet!--but he is sooooo sweeeet! You're gonna to have the best night of your life; I know it! I mean, I would if I where you! Not that I don't like Seamus, but Harry is THE best--!"
"GINNY!" said Hermione, which came out in a struggled squeak. Ginny opened her eyes and let go of her. Stepping back a few steps, she could tell that she might have squeezed a little bit too hard. Ginny noticed that Hermione's face was red as she leaned against the bed post for support. She gasped in air, trying to speak, but just ended up turning around and collapsing onto her bed, causing her to bounce up and down slightly.
"Hermione, Ron told me what Harry is planning for your date!" Ginny said, jumping up and down with a big smile on her face and her eyes sparkling.
"Wha'?" gasped Hermione, sitting up and blinking multiple times to clear the white stars before her eyes. Ginny opened her mouth to respond, but was confronted by Lavender and Parvati suddenly blocking her vision by standing in front of her.
"What is it?"
"Where are they going?"
"What are they doing?"
"Don't you think these shoes go perfectly with this skirt?"
"Are they going out for dinner?"
"What about the shoes?"
"Forget the shoes! What are they doing?"
"How did you find out?"
"Erm…do you think dark red is Hermione's color?"
"SHUT UP!"
Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati all turned to look at Hermione. She was sitting up on her bed; her brow frowned in anger. Ginny's eyes widened and quickly and silently took a large step back so Lavender and Parvati were her shields; she knew what happened when Hermione got really mad.
"I've had enough! Okay?" said Hermione, standing up. Hermione's eyes were watering from her head injury, but still held their intimidating gaze on Lavender and Parvati. The two girls cowered; Lavender dropped the shoes and Parvati let out a terrified speak when she noticed Hermione's hand twitched to get her wand.
"Look," Hermione said calmly, forcibly taking deep breaths and placing a hand gingerly on the back of her throbbing head.
"I thank you guys for trying to help me with my date tonight, but I think I can find something on my--"
"Wait, Hermione," said Ginny taking a step forward and pushed past a frightened Lavender and Parvati, "Let them help you get an outfit for tonight. Just this once and they'll never bother you about your clothes for any other date."
"Isn't that right guys?" said Ginny. No response greeted her. With a quirked left eyebrow, Ginny turned around to Lavender and Parvati. They were both looking at anything but at the annoyed Ginny or an upset Hermione. Parvati had become very interested with the hem of her white blouse and Lavender was inspecting her perfect, manicured nails.
Ginny's eyebrow rose even further and her head cocked to the side and forward with a look that said Don't--make--me--get--out--my--wand--and--Bat Bogey Hex--you.
Pavati stamped her foot to the ground, and with a pout and winy voice, "Alright! We won't bother her about her clothes after this night!" Lavender, finally looking up from her nails, grimly nodded to Ginny.
"Good," said Ginny. She cast a glance at Hermione, and then made her way over to Parvati and Lavender.
"Alright, do you want to know what Harry has planned?" whispered Ginny. They both looked up and nodded excitedly; they're earlier hyper--ness returning.
"Alright, but it you tell her, I'll push you into the lake with the Giant Squid…" said Ginny, pushing them in the backs to the other side of the circular room.
Hermione stood there, by her bed, watching Ginny whisper Harry's date plans into their ears. Hermione did, yet didn't, want to know what Harry had planned for the night; she wanted it to be a surprise, but yet she wanted to know exactly why Parvati and Lavender suddenly whined, "Awwwwwwwwww!" and looked over at her at the same time with sparkling eyes.
Wow, it must be pretty special to make them swoon like that, thought Hermione with a quickly growing smile on her face. Then again, it's not that hard to make Lavender and Parvati swoon.
Hermione's insides squirmed and her face flushed. She was excited and nervous and happy and…the emotions were confusing her. Hermione never knew that she could ever feel like she did, but she liked it. She was, surprisingly, glad that she did not know what Harry, her beloved Harry, had planned. Whatever it was, it would be wonderful, and magical.
Gag me. Magical? Total cliché, but, I can't think of a better word...at the moment, that is.
"Don't worry Gin; we won't tell!" said both Lavender and Pavati.
It's kinda scary how they can do that. Their small brains must be connected. Hermione gave Ginny a sympathetic smile when she saw Ginny being steered towards Lavender's trunk.
"Do you think dark red is Hermione's color?"
"What do you think about this shirt?"
"Merlin, Lavender; that's sooooo cute!"
"Do you think?"
"Totally! That would look sooooo cute on Hermione!"
"And I am sooooo, liketotally outta here!" said Ginny mockingly, cringing when Lavender and Paravit held her arms to make her stay.
"No! No! No I can't stay! I need--I need to…to help Harry with the preparations!"
That did the trick, for Lavender and Parvati instantly let go of her arms as if they were made of pickled toad guts.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Ginny hurried to the other side of the room, towards the door. But, before she reached it, she caught sight of Hermione, still standing by her bed. With a little grin, Ginny walked to her.
"Harry would probably like for you to know, that you are to meet him on the Astronomy Tower at 6:30…which is in an hour and a half," Ginny said, her grin now spread into a full-fledged smile. She turned on her heel and headed to the dormitory door.
Hit with sudden thought, Hermione ran to her before she grasped the door knob.
"Gin…how did you get Ron to tell you what Harry was planning?" asked Hermione. She had usually didn't like her 'method of confession', as Ginny liked to call it, but she wanted to know what Ginny used against Ron.
"Oh…ya know," said Ginny lazily with a shrug, "Threatened him to turn his broomstick into a spider…and telling Mum that he was the one who planted the firework in a gnome hole back home and set 'em off, and not Fred or George…and about permanently sticking a notice on the bulletin board that he has a pair of boxers with "Weasley is Our King" stamped across the bum--"
"Alright, alright!" said Hermione, "Hang on…was that the pair that a 4th year had put on the goal posts after Gryffindor won the Cup?"
Ginny just grinned evilly; mischief sparkling in her brown eyes.
"Good blackmail, isn't it?"
Hermione smiled wickedly.
"Hermione!" called Parvati sweetly. Hermione groaned, and with her head hung, she walked slowly towards her. Ginny gave her a sympathetic look, and grabbed the cold door knob. She pulled it open, and just before she closed it behind her, she poked her head back in the room.
"Don't make her wear that mini--skirt, or else I'll tell the Slytherins that you two have a crush on Blaise Zambini and that you sing 'Malfoy Is Our Queen' in the shower!" shouted Ginny, a bit louder than necessary. She then closed the door, but not before she heard them shout, "No! No we won't! Don't tell anyone!"
Ginny then stood there, and let out a sigh of happiness as a grin spread onto her face.
"I am so evil," said Ginny proudly. She then skipped and hummed innocently down the stairs and across the landing, and then up to the boy's dorms.
A/N: I know…this was rather stupid…but I couldn't help it! Malfoy Is Our Queen is actually an icon that I have, and I decided that I'd put it in here. There is also a song to go with it! It's funny and clever, if you ask me…which I'm sure you didn't.
Malfoy is our queen
Malfoy is our queen
We must confess he wears a dress
Malfoy is our queen
Draco Malfoy's quite obscene
Malfoy's friends all call him Christine
That's why Griffindors all scream
Malfoy is our queen
Malfoy looks his best
In a pink, frilly dress
We swear this song is not a jest!
Malfoy is our queen