They met again in the Room of Requirement the next night, this time being Molly's turn for a rehearsal. Ginny begged off from 'creatively dressing' her mother, leaving the details to Hooch and Minerva, who had by now completely thrown herself into the idea, at least whilst it was everyone else's turn. A part of her was still nervous, but it had been considerably damped down by the part of her that was, to her, shockingly thrilled at the thought of sharing a nude scene with Hermione.
The room was made to look like a homely kitchen, and Hermione wondered if they could make this shot on the calendar a scratch 'n' sniff; the baking was delightfully mouth-watering. As Molly began to undress, Ginny shrieked.
"Mum! What are you doing? It's only a rehearsal!"
"Calm down, Ginerva, for Merlin's sake. Unlike Pomona's shot, mine requires precision and meticulous placement as I shall be standing up and moving about considerably more." As she shed her bra, Hermione couldn't help a gasp, and Rolanda frowned deeply, turning her head at an angle.
"We're going to need considerably bigger buns." Minerva stated, quite drily and quite unnecessarily.
Molly Weasley's rehearsal the previous night had turned into hours of meticulous fine planning, rough drafting of other ideas, and, as far as Hermione was concerned, the one thing that she had wanted; laughter. The innocent questions from Sybil and the acerbic comments from Minerva had the room doubled up more often than not, and she had a feeling that Rolanda Hooch's run through that evening would be no different. She began to see her former teachers in a whole new light, one that whilst not the purest, was also quite heart-warming.
She snapped her thoughts back to the present in enough time to see Rolanda mounting the broom in nothing but a dressing gown, and Molly Weasley at the ready holding two bludgers close to her own considerable bosom.
"Ready?" she enquired, and as if they'd done it a thousand times before, Rolanda dropped her gown and seamlessly took the bludgers.
"Wait for it." Minerva muttered to Ginny.
"There." Molly said proudly.
It seemed the pair, even though Hooch was a flying instructor, had completely overlooked the innate destructive nature of a bludger. The room of requirement could only do so much. The bludgers fought against Rolanda's strong grip, and eventually broke free, toppling her off the broom at the same time. Ginny actually squealed and snapped her gaze away as Rolanda's topple left nothing at all to the imagination.
"!" she chanted, her hands over her face now as she tried to rid herself of the image.
Minerva gazed at her sympathetically whilst casually aiming her wand at the bludgers and coaxing them back into their case.
Hermione gingerly leant over the flying instructor, glad that she had recovered enough to grab her robe and salvage at least some dignity.
"Are you ok?" she asked, helping her to her feet. "Whatever possessed you to use bludgers?"
"Well I didn't hear any objections from you before we bloody pulled them out, smart-ass! And besides, a snitch would hardly have done the bloody job, would it?"
She stopped walking, as a slow grin spread over her face. "Although..."
A half hour later and Rolanda was sat back on the broom, a pair of knee high Hollyhead Harpies socks on, clutching a golden snitch in each hand, their wings fluttering madly.
"You are crazy," Pomona told her bluntly.
"Ah, maybe so, but you only live once. And I may have a face off Crimewatch, but I got a body off Baywatch."
Hermione burst into peals of laughter, and at the other's blank faces, attempted to explain about the Muggle crime programme versus the hit lifeguarding series where all the stars seemed to be hand-sculpted.
"How did you know about it?" she asked.
"Heard a couple of the third years saying it, so I investigated. I decided not to take offence, and hey! May as well give them concrete proof! Let's get on with it, then."
Hermione laughed again as she pulled out her wand, ready to banish the dressing gown.
"You do not have a face off Crimewatch." She stated, then mumbled the spell.
Minerva, who had been chuckling lightly, suddenly found herself with a knot of...jealousy?..in her stomach.
Well, she thought huffily, perhaps not a face off Crimewatch, but certainly not a body off Baywatch, either.
This thought, and the fact that Hermione had not told Hooch that she had, in fact a Baywatch body, made Minerva feel absurdly, insanely better.
She brought herself back to the room, and despite her thoughts, had to laugh as Ginny once again had her face hidden behind her hands, albeit with fingers splayed, and Hooch holding the two ridiculously small balls to her chest, moving them about experimentally.
"Now, can anyone see my nipples?"
Minerva stepped forward, tilted her head from all angles, and summoned another case.
"A quaffle, perhaps?" she asked, staring pointedly. Molly dissolved into peals of laughter.