"What exactly do you mean by that, exactly?" Pansy retorted, standing up and putting her hands on her hips.
"Let's move on, then!" Ginny arrived in the nick of time, dragging Hermione with her.
"Miss Granger, what exactly have you done to your uniform?" McGonagall's eyebrows snapped together.
"Well, I made the shirt a bit more see through." Ginny started, turning a blushing Hermione around.
"Yes, we can see that." Katie said dryly, looking at the bright red lacy bra that was clearly visible.
"And," Ginny said pointedly. "I tightened the shirt, and shortened the skirt." She made Hermione do a twirl, making the skirt reach almost indecent proportions. George's eyebrows rose higher as he caught a glimpse of her knickers… or lack thereof. A tendril of hair escaped her bun, curling down perfectly.
"We need a classroom setting." Ginny instructed. "Books, a desk, maybe a cauldron." Instantly all she asked for appeared and, with a swish of her wand, they rearranged themselves on the set. Hermione perched herself on top of the desk and opened a book, pretending (or was she?) to read.
"Perfect. How do you feel?" Ginny asked, a huge grin on her face.
"Free. Oh, look, a picture of the—" Hermione cut herself off with a chuckle. She didn't even need to see the others' faces to know that they were rolling their eyes.
"October now!" Hermione said a little later, clearly wanting to un-alter her uniform.
"October… October…" Ginny scanned the list that she had taken from Hermione in the changing room. "Where'd Luna go?" Everyone looked around wildly, not noticing the Room changing.
"That's much better." Luna's dreamy voice came from the set. They looked at it, and, sure enough, Luna was there. And she was standing next to what looked like the Black Lake. In a towel. The lights dimmed until it looked like night, and Luna clapped happily, not noticing the other's gob-smacked expressions.
"Er, Luna?" Fred asked in a strangled voice. "What are you wearing?"
"A towel, silly."
"And…?" Hermione prompted, her eyes ready to squeeze shut at the slightest sign of a mishap.
"A towel." Luna said happily. "It's rather cold, though. Could you start, please, Colin?"
Nobody could have ever thought that Luna had that much appeal, but as she glanced over her shoulder mischievously, they all quickly revised that opinion. Nearing the end of the two minute shoot, Luna accidentally dropped one end of the towel, managing to catch it just in time.
"I think I'd better get clothes on, now." She said airily. "The Nuffhangers are starting to gather." Nobody questioned her as Katie Bell came out, grinning like a loon.
"Quidditch time!" She hopped onto her broom.
"Ah!" Hermione squealed, throwing her hands over her eyes. Katie's Quidditch robes had blown dangerously, giving the poor bookworm a perfect shot to Katie's derrière.
"Does nobody wear underwear anymore?" she yelled to raucous laughter.
Finally, they were at December. Immediately, a tree sprang up next to a couch. There were piles of presents heaped around the base of the large fir. Astoria smirked at Pansy before stripping off her top.
"Astoria!" Hermione yelled.
"I'm wearing a bra." Astoria defended herself, crossing over to the couch. She covered herself with a blanket, much to Hermione's relief.
"And this, Pansy, is what Draco likes." She left her arms and shoulders bare, and picked up a cup of cocoa that was not there a few seconds ago. Sipping from it slowly, she stared into the fire. It was simple… and simply beautiful.