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Chapter 2

On Saturday morning Hermione got up and dressed, ready to go to Hogsmeade. She met Ron, Harry, Ginny, Fred, and George in the common room.

"Remember," George was telling them, "you need to get a swimsuit for you know why."

He wagged his eyebrows and smirked as him and Fred exited the room, the rest trailing behind. Once they had gotten to Hogsmeade, Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and led her away from the boys.

"Let's check this store," Ginny said over her shoulder, dragging Hermione towards a little shop named "Gladrags" in the middle of the village. As a bell dinged to alert their entrance, Ginny dragged Hermione to the back corner of the store where there were several racks of the skimpiest pieces of clothing Hermione had ever seen.

"What do you think?" asked Ginny, holding up a turquoise, orange, black, and white bikini top that consisted of two minute triangles held together by turquoise string.

"Is that supposed to cover you at all?" asked Hermione, appalled.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "it covers what's necessary, and leaves a little to their imagination."

"Who's imagination?" asked Hermione, still horrified.

"The boys of course, don't tell me you don't have a crush on Ron because I know you do."

"You what?" exclaimed Hermione, shocked, then realizing her mistake, "I—I mean, I what?"

Ginny sighed dramatically and shook her head, "Hermione," she began in a faux patient voice, "everyone knows. That is, everyone except Ron…and probably Harry too, actually."

Hermione just stood there, gaping at her.

"But," Ginny continued, "Everyone also knows he likes you, so you're in luck. I, on the other hand, still have yet to capture Harry's heart. But I might have a little advantage." She motioned to the piece of fabric still in her hand.

Hermione, it seemed, was still overcoming her shock, "you—you mean you think Ron likes me too?"

Ginny sighed again and said patiently, "Yes Hermione. I know so."

"But that's impossible!" Hermione protested, "There's—there's no way! I mean…"

Ginny shook her head sadly, "Trust me Hermione, I'm his sister, I know these things."

Hermione just stood there, gaping.

"Soooo," continued Ginny, "he will totally go nuts over you in a bikini! I bet he will snog you right then and there when he sees you."

She smirked at Hermione's still shocked visage, "So what do you think of this one, for me I mean, think it will make Harry fall in love with me?"

Hermione just continued to gape.

Ginny sighed, this time annoyed, "you're no help Hermione!" she said, exasperated, and she went to try on the skimpy excuse for a swimsuit.

She came out again, in the bikini. Hermione resisted the urge to shield her eyes. The fabric only covered what was strictly necessary; Ginny was right, it left very little to the boys' imagination.

"Er," Hermione began, unsure of what to say, "it, er, shows quite a lot of skin, don't you think?"

But just then a Sales Witch came out and looked at Ginny appraisingly.

"That totally complements your figure dearie!" she said to Ginny, "it will make any guy fall in love with you! Who's the special someone? Hmm? I know the lot of them if he's at Hogwarts; I see every one of them boys in here at some point or another."

Ginny seemed satisfied and smile sweetly at the Sales Witch, "Harry Potter," she stated simply.

The Sales Witch obviously wasn't expecting that, and stood there sputtering for a few moments. Then she seemed to recover her dignity and said, "Well, good luck to you, dearie, if that doesn't convince him I don't know what will."

"Except maybe a love potion," she added as an afterthought.

Ginny nodded and grinned. Then she turned back to the Sales Witch and said, "Yes, but my friend here is having a bit more difficulty finding something to wear."

The Sales Witch turned to Hermione and seemed to asses her. Then she disappeared into the racks of swimsuits, coming out a few minutes later with another amazingly inadequate amount of material for an excuse for a swimsuit. I was a string bikini, navy, and it had a very faint design of flowers on it, that you could only see if you got close to it. There was also a line of silver sequins along the inside of the two triangles. It was totally scanty, and yet, Hermione had a sudden urge to try it on, to see Ron's reaction when he saw her. She blushed as the Sales Witch shoved it into her arms, telling her to try it on.

She came out a few minutes later, and Ginny gasped, "Hermione, you look amazing!" she squealed, "Ron is going to fawn all over you!"

Hermione suddenly turned very pink, imagining Ron seeing her in such a thing.

"I—no, never mind," she said, turning to go take it off.

But then Ginny grabbed her from behind and whispered in her ear, "Hermione, turn around."

Hermione turned and saw the doors to the shop open and in walked none other than Ron Weasley himself, along with Harry. He turned towards the spot right where the girls stood, both scantily clad in skimpy bikinis. His jaw dropped at seeing Hermione, and his eyes bugged wide. Ginny giggled softly and pranced over to where Harry stood, a similar expression on his face toward Ginny, though not quite so extreme. Ginny was sure that, had Ron been not quite so occupied, he would have been furious at her attire. But for now, Ron only had eyes for Hermione.

Hermione blushed furiously and looked down, "I was just going to take it off," she whispered, turning towards the dressing rooms, "I know it's far too meager for me…"

But Ron shook his head and made to stop her from turning away.

"You look amazing, Hermione," he whispered, just for her. She smiled and blushed, and looked down. Ron took his finger and lifted her chin up with it.

"You look beautiful," he whispered fervently, and then he leaned down to press his lips against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck in response and kissed him back with passion, she felt as if she had been waiting her whole life for this moment. They were both so…er, occupied, that neither of them saw Harry gaping at them, or Ginny smirking satisfied.

"I suppose Ron wouldn't notice if I did this," Harry said quietly to Ginny, as he leaned down to kiss her softly. Ginny was overcome by adrenaline, and she responded with such enthusiasm that she nearly knocked them both into the rack of swimsuits behind them, rattling them noisily. This brought Ron and Hermione back to reality, and they pulled away from each other at the same time Harry and Ginny did. Both couples looked at each other sheepishly, Ron, it seemed, was speechless, whether over him and Hermione, or over Ginny and Harry, the rest did not know.

He started to make an objection, but Hermione grabbed his arm and whispered, "Let them be."

He nodded and sighed with resignation, and then made a jerk of his head to say to them, "If you must."

Harry and Ginny grinned, and then Ginny broke away, leading Hermione back to the dressing rooms to put their clothes back on.

While they were gone, Ron said to Harry, "I can't wait to go to that pool next week."

Harry nodded fervently.

A/N: If you want to see what Hermione's swimsuit looks like go to: http(:)/www(.)abercrombie(.)com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/category1/_10051_10901_529868_-_1_52960

and for Ginny's: http(:)/www(.)hollisterco(.)com/webapp/wcs/stores/servlet/category1_10251_10201_23563_-_1_12552

(just take away all of the parenthese)