Hermione left her Arithmancy classroom to see a swarm of red and gold sweep past her chanting some obscure rambling. Hermione stepped back and braced herself against the wall, watching the large crowd flow by. She noticed a redhead hanging in the back of the group and pulled the girl away.
"Ginny Weasley!" she called. The girl stopped in her tracked and glanced over her shoulder. Hermione was surprised. Sure the hair identified her immediately, but if Hermione hadn't have grown up with her, she would not have recognized Ginny. The girl before her had perfectly applied makeup, with shimmer-eye shadow, and glossy lips. Hermione was aghast as she noticed the short skirt and tight shirt the redhead adorned. Hermione was appalled. She silently prayed that this was a passing phase, as she cautiously approached her friend.
"Oh hello Hermione! Haven't seen you much, what with all those Head Girl duties," she smiled, twirling her hair casually.
"I suppose I could say the same, except you've been occupied with other things," Hermione scolded. Hermione clicked her tongue loudly, while Ginny winked.
"Just a little bit of fun Hermione," she whispered playfully.
"Fun?" Hermione eyed the other girl with scorn written on her face.
"Yes, do you remember Michael Corner?" Hermione groaned.
"Yes I do remember the prat," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes and readjusting her bag on her shoulder. It was then she notcied that Ginny failed to carry any books.
"Well, he introduced me to his third cousin twice removed, or second cousin, thrice removed. Well anyway, the boy's name is Daniel Hartwick, and he's a 6th year in Hufflepuff," she smiled sweetly.
Hermione wrinkled her brow. "What happened to Harry?" Hermione was concerned.
"He went off somewhere," Ginny stated offhandedly, inspecting her nails casually.
"He went off to prepare for the war. To protect you and gain Ron's trust again!" Hermione hissed, her eyes darting around wildly. A few passing students looked at her oddly and then hurried off to avoid Hermione's wrath.
"Well, we'll just see when we see," Ginny replied as she ran off towards the common room. Hermione sighed and darted after her.
In the common room, a great silence swept through the room, as Gryffindors gathered around to hear Harry's story.
"There's nothing much to say!" he sighed pushing away. Ron elbowed his way through the crowd to reach his best friend, who was warding off a group of 5th year girls. "Oh for Merlin's sake, I'm not a bloody pop star!" he bellowed, sending a few girls pouting away.
Ron looked around the room and spotted Hermione sneaking in. He leaned over and whispered to Harry, "I've got this wonderful feeling, mate. Everything's going my way," as he tried to get back towards the door to reach Hermione, but could not reach her in time, and watched as she exited the room, pulling Ginny behind her.
The portrait swung closed behind them as Ginny opened her mouth to question Hermione's behavior.
Hermione cut her off as she cried, "Ginny, Harry is one of my best friends! You can't do this to him!"
"Do what?" Ginny asked, placing her hands on her hips defiantly.
"This!" she shrieked, pointing to Ginny's unusual outfit. "Dating a new guy every minute!" she hissed, flaring her arms around for effect. Ginny sighed and tapped her heel impatiently.
"I'm not doing anything," she replied resolutely.
"Ginny!"
"What? They ask me out so I say yes! We were on a break, you know. I mean, what would you do if a guy started telling you that your lips are like cherries, or roses, or berries? And then they start talking all sweet, and you can't help it, because your bloody hormones are all crazy! It feels so good to have all their attention," Ginny sighed in a singsong voice.
"You can't just snog everyone who says you're pretty," Hermione scolded. "What happened to morals? Witches have every right that Wizards do!"
"I just can't say no!" Ginny replied stomping off down the hall. Hermione gave up and returned to the common room, only to be greeted by the most unusual of sights.
"Ginny Weasley!" she called. The girl stopped in her tracked and glanced over her shoulder. Hermione was surprised. Sure the hair identified her immediately, but if Hermione hadn't have grown up with her, she would not have recognized Ginny. The girl before her had perfectly applied makeup, with shimmer-eye shadow, and glossy lips. Hermione was aghast as she noticed the short skirt and tight shirt the redhead adorned. Hermione was appalled. She silently prayed that this was a passing phase, as she cautiously approached her friend.
"Oh hello Hermione! Haven't seen you much, what with all those Head Girl duties," she smiled, twirling her hair casually.
"I suppose I could say the same, except you've been occupied with other things," Hermione scolded. Hermione clicked her tongue loudly, while Ginny winked.
"Just a little bit of fun Hermione," she whispered playfully.
"Fun?" Hermione eyed the other girl with scorn written on her face.
"Yes, do you remember Michael Corner?" Hermione groaned.
"Yes I do remember the prat," Hermione replied, rolling her eyes and readjusting her bag on her shoulder. It was then she notcied that Ginny failed to carry any books.
"Well, he introduced me to his third cousin twice removed, or second cousin, thrice removed. Well anyway, the boy's name is Daniel Hartwick, and he's a 6th year in Hufflepuff," she smiled sweetly.
Hermione wrinkled her brow. "What happened to Harry?" Hermione was concerned.
"He went off somewhere," Ginny stated offhandedly, inspecting her nails casually.
"He went off to prepare for the war. To protect you and gain Ron's trust again!" Hermione hissed, her eyes darting around wildly. A few passing students looked at her oddly and then hurried off to avoid Hermione's wrath.
"Well, we'll just see when we see," Ginny replied as she ran off towards the common room. Hermione sighed and darted after her.
In the common room, a great silence swept through the room, as Gryffindors gathered around to hear Harry's story.
"There's nothing much to say!" he sighed pushing away. Ron elbowed his way through the crowd to reach his best friend, who was warding off a group of 5th year girls. "Oh for Merlin's sake, I'm not a bloody pop star!" he bellowed, sending a few girls pouting away.
Ron looked around the room and spotted Hermione sneaking in. He leaned over and whispered to Harry, "I've got this wonderful feeling, mate. Everything's going my way," as he tried to get back towards the door to reach Hermione, but could not reach her in time, and watched as she exited the room, pulling Ginny behind her.
The portrait swung closed behind them as Ginny opened her mouth to question Hermione's behavior.
Hermione cut her off as she cried, "Ginny, Harry is one of my best friends! You can't do this to him!"
"Do what?" Ginny asked, placing her hands on her hips defiantly.
"This!" she shrieked, pointing to Ginny's unusual outfit. "Dating a new guy every minute!" she hissed, flaring her arms around for effect. Ginny sighed and tapped her heel impatiently.
"I'm not doing anything," she replied resolutely.
"Ginny!"
"What? They ask me out so I say yes! We were on a break, you know. I mean, what would you do if a guy started telling you that your lips are like cherries, or roses, or berries? And then they start talking all sweet, and you can't help it, because your bloody hormones are all crazy! It feels so good to have all their attention," Ginny sighed in a singsong voice.
"You can't just snog everyone who says you're pretty," Hermione scolded. "What happened to morals? Witches have every right that Wizards do!"
"I just can't say no!" Ginny replied stomping off down the hall. Hermione gave up and returned to the common room, only to be greeted by the most unusual of sights.