And he didn't. George Weasley had woken to Hermione's imprint beside him and a note taped to his arm.
George,
I am in the kitchen, making breakfast if I have not woken you. Please come in here. We have to discuss the fact that a crazy house elf has arrived and demanded that we come to our manor that was left to me. Thank god, it left on the promise that we would be there before dinner. So get up or I will feed your food to Fred!
-Hermione
George chuckled slightly and flicked his wand so that his wardrobe would be packed. That would be all he needed, of course. He walked to the kitchen in the clothes that he had worn to the reception the day before just as a powerful scent hit his nose. Was that the potion that Fred and he had been working on perfecting for months? It had that scent…But what would Hermione need a potion that created food from a drop of it on a special plate? After the overpowering scent lifted, he understood. Burnt toast could now easily be distinguished from the mesh of terrible odors. Silently, he laughed like crazy. This proved that book sense would not help you with everything.
"Hey 'Mione." He said, sitting down at the table as she hid the neon green vial behind her back. Sitting at the table beside him, Fred waggled his eyebrows questioningly. George knew what it was about too. Surprisingly, Hermione was the one to shut him up first.
"Ok…Stop grinning like we don't know what you're thinking Fredrick! We didn't do anything, just so you know." She turned to set down the potion, only to have to grab it back up as another red head burst through the door. "We're going shopping. Now." Before Hermione could protest, the red head began pulling her to the door. "Err, George, can you get the stuff to the new house. I have a feeling we won't be back for awhile…"
Before Hermione could say anything but plop down the potion, Ginny was dragging her towards the rest of Hogsmeade. (That is where their shop is right? Sorry if its not…I might be a bit brain dead…Ok…a lot brain dead) Hermione brushed her silvery blonde hair out of her face and continued on into a shop Hermione must have overlooked on the countless occasions she had came. A large and colorful sign hung over the front door with a bright pink script that read 'Witch Weekly Department Store Headquarters: We Have a Passion for your Fashion'. She frowned at the store, but she followed her anyway. Ginny turned to her with a grin and sat her down in a chair. No clothing was present, but big bulky catalogs sat in front of every booth, which comfortably sat two chairs with a desk in front of them.
Ginny flicked to a certain section and flipped until an outfit that look much more daring than Hermione could ever pull off appeared on the page. "I came here for myself earlier today and I saw this. I do not know why, but I immediately thought that it fitted your new body. No offense, but with those grey eyes and silvery-blonde hair, you could pull off the grunge look if we just reapplied your makeup." Hermione raised an eyebrow and looked back at the catalog. It was a white and black corset over a black and silver fishnet shirt. The skirt was extremely short, probably about a hand over her knee. A matching fishnet was barely seen because of a pair of boots that went about an inch above her knee. It was cute…but Hermione had doubts.
"Ginny….Can we go a little slower?" Ginny sighed, but gave in. She flipped until she found something else that would still look cute, but sort of punk, but nowhere near hardcore punk. A black shirt was placed over a long-sleeved white shirt, which hung a bit around the hands. A pair of jeans that looked dirty-ish, tight, and distressed, especially around the knees, where you could see boots that went about an inch or two lower than the others. The black shirt had a cartoon character than she thought she recognized from Nickelodeon's older cartoons. She tried to recall the name and came up with Invader Zim. It sounded about right. She was pretty sure the dog was called Girr or something relatively close. It looked like it was dancing animatedly with a saying that said," I'm going To Do the Doom Dance." It was cute enough.
"Fine, Gin. How do I try it on though?" Ginny smiled wickedly and pressed a button. A blinding light flashed and when she looked down, there it was, fitted perfectly and everything. "Wow…" Ginny smiled and pushed the button again. Another flash, another outfit. It was similar to the one she had worn only moments ago, except for the fact that the shirt featured a muggle band called Greenday, though she secretly believed they were wizards for the fact that she had seen a picture of a wizarding band that looked and sounded much like them, not to mention the fact that they 'broke up' around the time Greenday started. The jeans were cleaner looking and the shoes were black and pink vans though.
As the time went by, many outfits like that had been purchased along with a denim skirt or two with four different pairs of tights. As shoes went, they had four pairs of vans, three pairs of boots, two black and one white, as well as a pair of flats that could change designs. Hermione laughed as they exited the store with the bags. As much as the witches and wizards despised the muggles, they obviously favored their taste in clothing. Hermione tapped the bag to make it small enough to fit into the new messenger bag like purse without clogging up too much room. She re pushed on the headband that matched the Greenday outfit. This one was totally her favorite.
"So, where to now?" That comment earned another sly smile from Ginny, but she did get an answer. "Muggle London. Before you ask, however, we are going to apparate into Diagon Alley and walk from there. The best parts of shopping are right on that boulevard." Hermione sighed and sighed. Ginny was going to shop her to death if that was even possible.
George smiled as he ordered the last bit of furniture for the house. Hermione would be happy when she found out he had decorated. However, he would have to wait until tomorrow to decorate it, that way she would now that he had done. He flicked his wand one last time to get their things settled and walked into the room he had chosen, which 'just so happened' to be across from Hermione's. Nifty, eh?
"NO! Not in any way shape will I step one foot in there! " Well, that was a useless speech; Hermione sighed as Ginny pulled her forcibly into Victoria's Secret. What in the world, was she trying to spice up her non-existent love life? Knowing Ginny, that was probably the most likely thing. She stood helplessly as Ginny picked up random items that made her blush when she thought about what they were used for. She looked over towards the bras and pulled Ginny down behind a rack.
"What the bloody—" Hermione covered her mouth and pointed to the lingerie rack that they had just passed. Standing there with a black negligee held up to his chest was no one else but Harry Freakin' Potter! "Eww!" Ginny squealed, hiding behind the rack once more. She wiggled and wormed around in the childish fashion of showing disgust. Hermione, however, fixed her hair and walked over to him gustily. "Hmm. You know, I don't think that is your color…" Harry looked up and blushed a darker red than Ron's ears had ever attempted to go. Ginny's laughter could be heard audibly even though she a multitude of racks away. He tried to say something, shoving it behind his back, fumbling and almost cursing.
Hermione laughed and put her hand up to cease him. "I bet you did this when we went out. So, I'm guessing that's why you always had your cover up to your neck when I walked in. And to think I thought it was because you were naked." She laughed and turned herself and walked away, picking up Ginny on the way to the counter. While the woman scanned the clothes, Hermione smiled. She had not felt this liberated since she had punched Malfoy, her cousin, which was still a bit weird. Harry was still in the same spot as he had been when she had confronted him. He was frozen in place, embarrassed and scared that they would spread his fetish around. Then he could say good-bye to his 'Saint Potter' title for sure.
When they finally reached the flat, almost everything had been moved except A little bit of George's collectibles that she knew that he would move. That reminded her that she needed to get hers from her parents' house. She shrugged and stepped in to the room, not bothering to lock the door to the room. George wouldn't expect her for a little while still. She had time to try on some of her new underwear. She quickly pulled into the laciest pair she had, wanting to check if the frills would bother her of stick up where they were not supposed to. Just as she pulled on the bustier, the door opened to reveal a George whose jaw had hit the floor. Oh shit.
A/n/ here ya go! I tried to get it done before Monday, but it did not work. I want to thank Rachael for giving me ideas and pushing me to write as well as Meagan still. Of course, I want to know what you lovely people think, and Jacob, shove it. I will have to deal with you at school if you keep that up. I will show you what a flame is good for all right…lmao. Sorry, Jacob is one of my friends from school who tends to like to bug me because he is sort of…Idk, embarrassed about the editor work that I have to do for him, but he can get over it. Well, I decided to postpone the trading spaces moment, but I gave ya'll something else to hang on…Teehee….Well, I'll see ya'll next chapter. Oh, I still want ideas from you folks if ya'll want to see something in here. In addition, about critism, Jacob, I only want CONSTRUCTIVE critiscm, k? Do not be scared to criticize me if I need it. I only went off on Jacob because it is my job:D So, see ya later!