Mints with Drop of Blond- Chapter 2

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Disclaimer- All rights and characters belong to J.K. Rowling. None of her characters are mine.

Ginny Weasley was having a great day, even after Hermione showed up.

Harry had taken her out on a date and he had bought her a new dress! It was white with ruffles running down the sides, but it was short enough to where you could see her knees. After the date, they returned home to their kids (who were being watched by Teddy Lupin, their 17 year old godson) and put them to bed. Which is exactly why Ginny fell off the couch and Harry spilled his hot cocoa when the fireplace suddenly lit up and out walked no one other than Hermione Granger.

"Blimey Hermione!" Harry stood up and quickly set down his hot cocoa to dry his pants. Ginny, however, was delighted to see her best friend. She got up and threw her arms around her. "How've you been?" Ginny asked, pulling away from the tight embrace.

"Good, good." Hermione answered. Ginny, who knew her friend, knew that Hermione was distracted by something. Or maybe someone? Ginny grabbed Hermione's hand and quickly led her up the stairs, desperate to know more. "Hey? Where ya going?" Harry called from downstairs. "Oh, just giving Hermione a tampon. Girl stuff! No big deal!" Ginny exclaimed. Then she shut the door and pulled Hermione on the bed.

"Tampons? Really?" Hermione asked.

"What? Tampons for sure will keep him away from up here for a while. Anyways, enough about me...more about you!" Ginny jumped on the bed, clapping her hands as she did so. "I just know you're distracted by something, or someone." Ginny squeled. Hermione's eyes widended and she shook her head. "I am distracted, but.. " Hermione trailed off.

"But what?" Ginny asked, curious. "Do you have a dress I can borrow? I know Harry buys you a lot of them."

Ginny's eyebrow went up in suspicion.

"Hermione Granger wants to borrow a dress? Thought I'd never see the day." She joked.

Hermione rolled her eyes and sighed. "Can I borrow a dress of not?" She asked. Ginny thougth about it for a moment. "You can borrow a dress," she started, notcing how Hermione visibly relaxed. "but, you have to tell me why you need to borrow it." Ginny finished. Hermione froze up again.

"Do I have to?" Hermione asked, her voice desperate.

Ginny nodded, crossing her arms to emphasize her stubborness.

"It's-it's for a party." Hermione lied. "Tonight. It's for work. It's boring and I need a dress."

Ginny looked Hermione up and down. She knew she was lying. But when Hermione didn't want to tell her smething, it wasn't Ginny's place to push.

"Alright. You can borrow a dress. I don't care which one, but you can't pick the one that's white with ruffles running down the side. That one is brand new."

Hermione nodded and looked in the closet, and boy was she in for a suprise. The closet was huge and it was filled with dresses from every color of the rainbow. Some were short, some were long, some where tight, some where cut...anything you could think of she had. "How much money does Harry spend on dresses a year?" Hermione asked in awe.

Ginny came up behind her and giggled. "A lot. I told him I didn't need a new dress for every single date we went on, but he always insists. Sucha' sweet guy." Ginny put her hand on her heart and sighed.

Hermione cringed a bit but smiled to cover it up.

A long, green dress caught Hermione's eye. "Do you think that one will fit me?" She asked Ginny.

Ginny eyed it carefully, then she eyed Hermione carefully. "I think it'll work." She walked over to the dress and took the hanger off, then handed it to Hermione. "Here." Hermione took the dress in her hand, suprised to feel how soft the fabric was. "Soft, right?" Ginny asked. Hermione nodded, speechless.

"Just be sure to return it as soon as your done with it." And with that, Ginny walked out of the closet.

Hermione pulled the dress to her chest and checked the time. 6:00. She still had time to get ready. Hermione quickly thanked Ginny goodbye before going back to the fireplace and going back home.

Ginny Potter didn't believe for one minute that Hermione was going to a 'dinner party'. If she was, then why would she be so nervous? Ginny couldn't think of anybody who Hermione had seen recently. But then again, maybe that's the point. To expect the unexpected. If that was true, Hermione might as well go see Draco Malfoy! Ginny snorted at that thought and headed back downstairs to her husband.

Meanwhile, back at Hermione's place, she had tried on the dress and looked in the mirror. The dress fit her a little bit too loosly, but other than that, it was perfect. Hermione smiled at herself before looking around for some heels to wear. She spotted her black heels across the room and tried them on.

Hermione instantly grew about 2 inches taller and her legs were now being shown off. Hermione smiled once again.

Tonight was going to be perfect.

Hermione grabbed her bobby pins and stuck her hair up in a bun, letting her babyhairs fall down her face. She knew she wasn't ugly, but then again, she never did really feel like she was pretty. She could onkly dream of what that was like.

She stepped away from the mirror and grabbed everything she would need for that night- money, licnece, pepper spray (just in case). Then she put them into her tiny silver pocketbook and grasped it tightly in her hands.

"Here goes nothing."

Then, she proceded to disapparate to the parlor.