A/N: This is Part 2 of It's What We Do, set seven months after Part 1 and written as a gift for one of my best friends, Torigingerfox because she has been snowed under with work lately and to cheer her up because she hasn't been well. Love you xx

Pansy x Hermione x Ginny friendship

Rating: T

Title: It's What We Do: Part 2

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"Here, try this," Pansy stood holding the black garment against Hermione's body, smirking at her reflection in the mirror.

"I can't wear that!" Hermione giggled in mock horror gesturing to the revealing slit in the skirt.

"Yes you can!" Pansy retorted. "You will look hot in this."

Hermione continued to protest but took the dress, slipping it over her lithe frame as Pansy nodded approvingly from where she had perched on the edge of Hermione's bed.

The floo across the room chimed with a call, Ginny's voice croaking out.

"I'm sorry girls, but I can't come. I have the 'flu and I feel. Like. Utter. Shit," She emphasised before erupting into a coughing fit. "Typical, my one weekend child and husband free and I get the sodding 'flu," she moaned in her bid for sympathy.

"Well that sucks," Pansy replied.

"I know. But Molly owled and said Lilly is having fun with them at the beach so at least she is having fun. And no doubt being spoilt rotten by her Uncle Bill and Aunt Fleur. Not that I should complain too much, this is after all her last summer before she joins her brothers at Hogwart's," Ginny croaked before another coughing fit took hold. "I'm gonna go hibernate. At least with Harry working on this case I can have the whole bed to myself. Have fun girls," she rang off.

Pansy grabbed her things as Hermione took a pinch of floo powder and called out the address. Moments later they were crashing into Ginny's bedroom, each going to one side of the bed and lifting the covers, jumping in, smushing Ginny who lay in the middle.

"What are you doing here? You should be out. Enjoy the evening we had planned," Ginny whined before blowing her nose noisily with the tissue she had clutched in her hand.

"That dress looks hot Hermione, don't waste it on me."

"I'm not" she grinned, waving her wand, instantly transfiguring both her and Pansy's clothes to their pyjamas.

"Hey, you're a Gryffindor," shrieked Pansy, pointing at Hermione's shirt.

Hermione blushed. "What can I say? Draco loves it when I wear his old Quidditch shirt in bed."

Despite the coughing, Ginny and Pansy both laughed at the revelation, knowing how tight lipped she and Draco were about their relationship, having only been dating six months. She was just glad her friendship with Ginny had survived when she and Ron called it a day a month before she and Draco started dating.

"At least it's comfortable," Hermione pouted, "I couldn't imagine sitting about the house reading while wearing that!" she pointed at the neglige Pansy now wore.

"Theo says I look hot in this," she smirked, "but no, I concede it's not exactly loungewear" she winked, reaching for her wand and altering it to a simple black t shirt with checked flannel bottoms. "Happy now?"

"Much," Hermione stuck her tongue out.

"Girls, stop bickering or go home," Ginny complained, coughing again as she pulled herself up on the pillows.

"We can't go home. We need to talk about how hot Loras Tyrell is," Pansy grinned as Hermione accio'd Ginny's Game of Thrones box set from the lounge.

"I so ship him with Oberyn Martell," Ginny croaked as Hermione hit play on the blu ray player Harry had hooked up to the television in their room, silently thanking Harry for his obsession with Muggle technology.

"Oh my god, that man does things to me," Pansy admitted settling into the pillows next Ginny as Hermione snuggled back down in the bed the other side.

"Thanks girls, I don't know what I'd do without you," Ginny told them, grateful they had foregone their planned girls night out to spend the evening in bed watching Game of Thrones with her.

Hermione squeezed her arm. "No thanks needed; It's what we do."

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