Finally, finally, Ginny Weasley was here! Hermione thought, as she skampered down the stairs. Ginny wouldn't insist on spending time with her stinky lout of a brother. No, Hermione could spend time with her - a lot of time!
Hermione was generally a bit of an introvert, but having half the summer to herself had been driving her absolutely bonkers. She had never been the type to want to spend every waking minute with her friends, but the stillness of the alternate days was wearing on her.
And Hermione had a funny feeling that Ron and Harry were considering sneaking down to the next Order Meeting... without her. Harry'd denied it, of course, and his cherubic innocence was almost convincing. But there was that almost...
Hermione ran into Ginny's arms with an out of control hug (Harry nearly got his nose clipped off by the speeding bullet that was Miss Hermione Granger - he jumped back with a yelp, running smack dab into Ron, who wasn't nearly as pleased to be seeing his nosy sister.)
"Ginny!" Hermione cried, and Ginny gently patted Hermione on the back.
"Oh, let me have a look at you." Ginny said, pushing Hermione out of hugging distance by steady pressure against her shoulders. "That's just what I thought. You need a makeover session, stat."
"Gin-ny" Hermione whined, her impulsive grin completely wrecking the image. "What can you possibly do with my hair?" Hermione wailed.
Perhaps sensing impending "girl time", Harry gently closed his door - after waving hi to Gin, and receiving a wink in return.
[a/n: Harry likes having friends. He doesn't want to lose one over this, but was perfectly aware that Granger wasn't happy. I wonder if he did something to get Ginny to come visit?]