AN: Technically, this chapter and the last chapter were both part of the same chapter but I split them in half because they just worked better this way.


Gryffindor Girl's Shower, 9/29/1995, 21:38

Ginny was just washing up in the communal shower after a very long practice and then spending the time until curfew with Harry.

She had soaked through her knickers when Harry gave her one of his special foot rubs but that was normal and she was tempted to stop wearing knickers when she met with Harry.

Just thinking about her time with Harry earlier that evening made her feel a bit... randy.

Ginny was just pondering whether or not she should risk diddling herself in here or wait until she got back to her dorm.

Unfortunately, the decision was made easier as the door to the shower room creaked open and another girl entered the room.

The communal shower was two separate rooms that were roughly the same size.

The main shower room was circular with twenty showerheads and a pair of knobs to control each fixture set into the scarlet tiled wall at three-foot intervals Round the room.

The knobs and showerheads were made of gold along with the golden soap dish set into the wall between each set of knobs. The shower knobs were set at chest height and glittered in the light from the lanterns hanging from the stone ceiling.

The floor was covered in larger tiles in a checkerboard pattern of scarlet and gold and covered in warming and cushioning charms and a single drain covered by a grate in the center of the room with

To the right of the door leading into the shower room was a smaller changing room with cubbies to place clothes as well as a row of sinks.

Ginny internally sighed when she realized she'd have to wait a bit longer to scratch that particular itch. She could hear whoever had just entered step into the changing room and knew she wouldn't be alone for much longer.

Ginny paid the new arrival no mind as she hurried to finish washing the soap from her body so she could get to her bed.

Ginny was just about to turn off the shower when she was forcefully spun around and her back was pressed into the tile wall. Ginny just narrowly avoided hitting the shower knobs but her back still hit the cold tile quite painfully.

"Hermione, what the hell are you doing?!" Ginny exclaimed as she recognised her attacker.

Hermione Granger was standing before her completely nude. Ginny couldn't help but notice that the water from her shower was running over Hermione's head. The water was plastering Hermione's bushy hair to her head before cascading over her perky breasts and running down her flat stomach making Ginny feel a slight stirring in her lower belly

Ginny shook her head and pushed those confusing thoughts from her mind as she met the other girl's gaze

"We need a word," Hermione said as she pushed Ginny's back to the wall by pressing her palms into the smaller girl's shoulders before she leaned in so their faces were inches apart.

"What do you want, Hermione?" Ginny growled as she shoved Hermione off of her, catching the older girl by surprise.

Ginny watched as the older girl stumbled back a few steps before Hermione caught her balance. The bushy-haired brunette shot her a venomous glare as she balled her fists and took a step towards the shorter redhead.

"Stay away from Harry, Weasley," Hermione growled as her eyes narrowed to slits.

"I don't think so, Granger. Harry is taking me to Hogsmeade tomorrow," Ginny smirked as she made to walk around Hermione, hoping to put this meeting to an end.

Ginny was caught by surprise again as Hermione lunged forward and slammed Ginny's back against the wall for a second time. Idly Ginny noticed that Hermione was pressing her larger chest pressing into Ginny's own, the two girls' faces now less than an inch apart.

"Harry will be mine, if you get in my way I will make you regret it," Hermione threatened.

Ginny felt very warm all of a sudden as Hermione's breath ghosted across her lips and they stared into each other's eyes. That combined with Hermione's slippery nipples pressing into her own was making Ginny feel very... confused.

Feeling a bit alarmed at how turned on this was making her, Ginny decided to put a stop to this before this went any further.

In any event, she'd had enough of Granger trying to intimidate her. With a growl, Ginny brought her knee up between Hermione's legs making the bushy-haired girl stagger back and grunt in surprise and no small amount of pain as the younger girl's knee hit her right in the twat.

Ginny's stepped forward and threw a left hook, her fist connecting with the right side of Hermione's face, before following it up with a right hook that smashed with Hermione's mouth, busting her lip and sending her falling to the floor.

Hermione landed on her back bouncing a bit from the cushioning charm and looked up in time to see Ginny raise her leg.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise when Ginny pressed the sole of her foot against her throat. Ginny looked into Hermione's fear-filled eyes as she put a bit more weight on her foot.

"If you want to play rough with me, Granger, we'll play but I can promise you that I will kick your pampered ass all over this school," Ginny warned as she applied pressure to Hermione's throat, making her gasp for breath.

Hermione's eyes widened in surprise as her air supply was cut off and she began to try and push against Ginny's leg in an attempt to draw breath.

"Harry will be mine and if you try something like this again, I will hurt you," Ginny said as she let up the pressure on the girl's throat.

"I'm n-not scared of you," Hermione exclaimed, her voice trembling slightly as she took in a deep breath.

"You should be, now leave Harry alone and go back to pining over my brother or I'll really make you suffer," Ginny warned as she removed her foot from Hermione's neck.

Hermione scrambled to her feet and darted out of the shower room completely forgetting the clothes that she had worn in here. Ginny stood there for a second processing what had just happened.

Hermione bloody Granger had actually tried to intimidate her. The idea was utterly ridiculous.

"Bloody hell," Ginny muttered as she shook herself and stepped over to shut the shower off.

Ginny grabbed her towel off of the rack and made her way over to the changing room. As she began putting on her nightgown and brushing her teeth, her mind wandered to the confusing thoughts she'd had moments ago

Ginny was feeling a bit alarmed and even more confused at what she had thought about doing to Hermione.

A few seconds ago she'd had the strongest desire to make Granger solve her earlier problem for her.

Having Hermione pinned to the floor under her foot had given her such a thrill. The thought of making that little mudblood pleasure her really turned Ginny on for some reason and that scared her a bit.

"Where the hell did that come from?" Ginny muttered out loud as that last thought caught her a bit by surprise.

Shaking her head, Ginny gathered her things and made her way to her dorm feeling even randier than she was a few minutes ago.

Hogsmeade, 9/30/1995, 10:38

Harry exited the thestral-drawn carriage and turned to assist Ginny in stepping out onto the cobblestone street and kept her smaller hand in his as he began leading her down the high street.

"Thank god it's still warm out," Ginny said as she breathed in the smells that filled the village.

"So I've been meaning to ask, do you know what happened to Granger," Harry said as he spotted the girl coming out of the bookshop with a purple bruise on her right cheek.

"She cornered me in the shower last night and tried to scare me off of seeing you," Ginny shrugged.

"So that was you?" Harry asked in surprise as she led her toward Honeydukes.

"I grew up with six brothers, I know how to fight," Ginny smirked.

"Well be on your guard. From what Daphne says, Granger has lost her bloody mind," Harry chuckled.

"My brother Bill said you should never stick your dick in crazy," Ginny said causally making Harry burst into laughter.

"So are you going to buy me some chocolate?" Ginny asked hopefully as they stepped into the shop.

"I suppose so, it would be rude to eat sweets in front of you while we're on a date," Harry said unconcernedly.

"Yes it would," Ginny beamed as she took his hand and practically dragged him toward the chocolate aisle.

"Would you slow down, the chocolate isn't going anywhere," Harry snorted.

"Have you seen the size of this crowd? If we don't hurry, there won't be any candy left in Hogsmeade," Ginny exclaimed, a tad dramatically in Harry's opinion.

Harry rolled his eyes and allowed her to steer him towards a display of chocolate bars before he grabbed five of the Hooneydukes caramel-filled dark chocolate bars and waited while Ginny picked out some candy.

Harry was a bit surprised when she grabbed three of the chocolate bars he had chosen and allowed him to lead her to the counter.

After they had paid their tab, the couple stepped back outside and noticed that the sun was starting to come out.

"So anything exciting going on in Slytherin?" Ginny asked as she began munching on a chocolate bar.

"Not really other than Daphne's little sister developing a crush on Malfoy," Harry chuckled.

"What?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"Well, it's either him or your brother but we're hoping it's Malfoy," Harry chuckled.

"Trust me, I get that. I just don't know how anyone could find Ron attractive," Ginny snorted.

"You're too close to the situation. They say there is somebody for everyone though I am sure his table manners are limiting the number of somebodies out there for him," Harry chuckled.

"True, so what did you have planned for us today?" Ginny asked as she looked through the windows of Gladrags.

"Our options are limited and I am not a fan of Puddifoot's," Harry admitted.

"Nor am I, the place is a frilly nightmare," Ginny agreed.

"We're being followed," Harry said.

"By who?" Ginny asked in surprise.

"Malfoy and your brother. They follow us all of the time around the castle," Harry chuckled.

"Do they?* Ginny asked as she glanced over her shoulder and spotted the two figures walking about twenty feet behind them.

"Yes, if you look closely in the evenings you can spot their disillusioned outlines," Harry admitted.

"Why haven't you said anything?" Ginny demanded.

"Well technically speaking, we're supposed to have chaperones and if they want to waste their time following us, I have no problem with it," Harry shrugged as they made their way to Three Broomsticks.

"I'll have a talk with Ron about this," Ginny muttered.

"Are you hungry?" Harry asked.

"I'm a Weasley, we're always hungry," Ginny smirked.

"Good, because I didn't eat much at breakfast," let's grab a bite and then you can model robes for me at Gladrags," Harry said as he led her into the pub.

"Fine, but I am not modelling underwear for you," Ginny smirked.

"No, we'll save that for the second date," Harry agreed as the door swung shut behind them.


The couple had no idea how many eyes were focused on them during this outing.

Bill and Arthur were watching them from their position on top of The Three Broomsticks. Dumbledore had assigned them to watch over the village during the Hogsmeade trip though their focus had been on Ginevra as soon as they spotted her walking through the village holding the Potter boy's hand.

If Arthur didn't know who the boy was he wouldn't have been bothered as they looked like two normal teens out on a date.

Arthur's father had already been approached by James Potter about a betrothal arrangement between the two teens. Arthur was alarmed to learn that his father was agreeable to the match as the Potters were offering a two hundred and fifty-thousand galleon brideprice which would restore the Weasley's vaults to what they once were before the Malfoy debacle.

There was of course a catch, Ginevra had to marry the boy on her fifteenth birthday which was next August.

Arthur hates pureblood politics and was just thankful his father was at least letting him assist in the wording of the contract as he was going to make sure a few clauses were put in a few clauses that would protect his daughter from being harmed by either her betrothed or his family.


Not far away a harmless-looking elderly woman watched the young couple as they visited the shops and chatted amongst themselves.

Lily had decided to watch Harry today to see if he had headed her warning or if he needed further applications of her special brand of punishment.

She was quite eased with what she saw, the girl was very pretty and even reminded her a bit of herself minus the freckles. Lily watched them for a while before deciding she had more important things to do this afternoon.

A pity in her opinion as she was looking forward to spending another weekend with her son.

As her son led Ginevra into the pub, Lily turned on the spot and apparated back to the manor, debating on whether or not she should make Cedric pleasure her in this form before the polyjuice wore off.

Diggory Residence, 10/1/1995, 09:39

Cedric entered his father's home more than glad to be out of Potter Manor until the next meeting.

Cedric had barely stepped through the door before his father called his name.

"Bout time you paid us a visit, son," Amos beamed before pulling Cedric into a rib-cracking bear hug.

"You received a letter this morning, I Guess your owl knew you were coming here," Amos chuckled when he released his hold on his only son.


Cedric Diggory,

You may not know who this is but we have met before. I am writing to give you a warning, what you do with this warning is entirely up to you.

Your cover amongst the death eaters has been blown and they know you work for Dumbledore. Lily Potter plans to kill you as soon as she gets bored with you. If you were smart you would set yourself up an exit strategy but that is ultimately up to you.

Good luck,

A Friend


Cedric paled the further he read and felt panic grip his chest. He would have to inform Dumbledore about this but his options were rather limited with the mark branded on his forearm.

"Bloody hell!" Cedric exclaimed as he realized how totally fucked he was if this was true.

Cedric would definitely be going to the school later today as he had no wish to be killed by Lily Potter, he did not doubt that it would be a slow and miserable death as Lily really loved to play with her food.

"Something the matter, Son?" Amos asked, pulling Cedric from his thoughts.

"My boss wants me to come in this evening," Cedric lied easily.

"I remember those days, the new gout always gets the muck work," Amos chuckled.

"Tell me about it," Cedric chuckled as he pocketed the letter.

"Come on son, your mum's in the kitchen, let's have go have a spot of breakfast," Amos beamed as he wrapped his arm around Cedric's shoulder.

"Sure, I haven't had a proper meal in months," Cedric agreed as he plastered a wide grin on his face.

As Cedric allowed his father to lead him into the kitchen, his mind still on the troubling news he'd just received.