Ginny was just about to lose herself in Harry's arms — again, this time on a muggle dance floor — when she was interrupted.
"Do you mind if I take the next dance, sweetie, you had your fun," asked the voice, surprising Ginny. The voice sounded familiar, but Ginny was ready to write that familiarity off as a side-effect of the loud noise as she turned to show that uppity muggle bitch about trying to cut in.
There was no chance she identified the identity of the voice accurately.
But, when she completed her turn, the words she had prepared had died, because, despite the impossibility, it was Hermione that was interrupting her. It took a second for her to recognize her, required to solve the mismatch between her bookworm friend and … what she was wearing.
A plied skirt that left most of her legs bare; legs that were sporting her fishnet stockings surprisingly well, not to mention a tube top that left her stomach bare. And, it was hard to make sure under the flashing light, but Ginny wasn't entirely sure she had a bra underneath that tube top.
Not exactly the type of outfit she expected the resident bookworm to wear… "H-Hermione, w-what a nice surprise," Ginny found herself stammering.
"Well, you had worked hard to protect him all day, so I decided to relieve you of your … duty," Hermione said, her lips quirking teasingly.
Ginny found herself blushing at the unintentional dig. She was sure it was unintentional. After all, Hermione was too shy to confront her if she actually knew what she had been doing behind closed doors … all day long.
"And the clothes," Ginny countered, mostly to suppress her reaction. "Not exactly your style, is it?"
"Not particularly, no," Hermione answered, her smirk uncharacteristically wide. "But after I saw what you were wearing, I decided to transfigure mine into something more … fitting. Just to make sure I can handle my bodyguard duties as passionately as you do, of course."
Ginny's blush got only worse under another dig. Hermione was just trying to compliment her, of course, so Ginny let that slide as well. "Maybe I should go and drink something," she murmured.
"Or maybe not," Hermione countered. "You remember what happened the last night."
This time, Ginny knew the dig was intentional. But, remembering her own state — including the ridiculous dreams — she found it hard to respond once again. "You're right," Ginny found herself stammering. "Have fun," she said, and retreated, not even looking at Harry once as she did so.
She was too ashamed at her sudden defeat.
Admittedly, what had happened wasn't much as far as catfights went — and what happened was definitely one, the way Hermione dressed, despite the excuses, left no doubt — and Ginny could have handled it much better.
But, she found it hard to handle for two reasons. First, after the day she had, she was confused … and still tired.
The bigger reason was the source of that little fight. Being accosted by Hermione on the dance floor was like being on the receiving end of a furious charge from a cute kitten. Unexpected and confusing, enough to make her take a step back.
Ginny was already out of the club when she remembered an important detail. Hermione was engaged, and to her brother. Not her favorite brother, maybe, but still her brother.
What if Hermione tried to do … too much. "I should be there to protect her," Ginny murmured and sneaked back to the nightclub. She should be there to make sure nothing happened. She trusted Hermione, of course, but still, there was no harm in some insurance.
Before tonight, she couldn't imagine Hermione wearing something like that either — even if the only reason was her own sexy black dress.
Once she went back into the club, she immediately searched for Harry and Hermione. She wanted a drink, but not before making sure they were just dancing.
It took a while for her to find them. They were near a concealed and shadowy corner. For a moment, Ginny was afraid that they were looking for a secluded spot — the thought enough to make her jealous — but luckily, they were far away enough from the corner to make that just a coincidence.
"What was I thinking, it's just Hermione," Ginny chuckled, realizing she might have built the situation in her mind a bit too much.
Even with the way Hermione was dressed, it was just harmless. Well, harmless like a bachelorette party, Ginny corrected herself as she noticed Hermione was a bit too close to being completely innocent, and Harry's hands were on the small of her back.
It was enough that Ron would have blown a casket if he was there … but he was the one that got himself arrested, so he deserved it.
Hermione deserved a little safe fun, especially after getting jealous of Ginny. She got an obvious crush on Harry, and Ginny felt a bit bad stealing him — even if Hermione couldn't touch her in the first place.
"This deserves a drink," Ginny murmured. She was willing to let Hermione enjoy the moment, but that didn't mean she didn't feel a touch jealous. She wasn't planning to get drunk, but she still needed a drink … or two.
The club was crowded, with people piling in to enjoy the last day of their holiday, so it took a few minutes for Ginny to successfully get a drink from the crowded bar.
When she reached her earlier spot to look at them, Ginny froze. They were still dancing, but they were many closers. Hermione was facing the other side, but considering she was pressing her body against him, it wasn't exactly a benefit. Harry's hands were on Hermione's belly, which was not covered by her skimpy top.
Ginny found herself draining her drink quickly as she watched, biting her lips to suppress her desire to go and intervene. "I need another drink," she murmured as she moved back to the bar. Hopefully, they would cool down when she returned.
This time, buying a drink took even longer. Five minutes later, she was once again at the side, looking for them … this time, finding them took a while later. They were closer to the edge. Worse, this time, they were clearly fooling around.
The way Hermione's hips rubbed against Harry's midsection left no other word to describe it. Ginny bit her lips jealously, ready to intervene … when Harry whispered in Hermione's ear.
Following it with bending her down!
Ginny was seeing them from the side, so she didn't see much, but the length of Hermione's skirt was obvious. The move meant that the skirt was no longer between their bodies, making the moment erotic.
She never thought that it was possible for Hermione to do something like this. She was always so shy, so proper…
Ginny thought of intervening, but she found her legs impossible to move. "Just like my dream," she whispered as she watched Hermione move smoothly. A doubt entered her mind … one that she killed just as easily. It was impossible.
Right?
"Of course it's impossible," Ginny whispered to herself. They were clearly fooling around while dancing, but there was a huge gap between fooling around and … that.
Yet, as she watched them, Harry started touching Hermione more and more, not just her belly and back, which was innocent — for a very loose definition of it — but also her thighs, shoulders, and even the side of her body, dangerously close to her breasts.
Ginny was ready to ride and save her friend … only problem, her friend seemed very happy about it. Ginny was ready to take even a playful resistance as a sign, but Hermione just allowed more and kind of played along.
Just like that, half an hour passed. Ginny watched them from a table at the corner she found, only taking a break — well, more than one, maybe, but she was having trouble counting, especially when the world started to spin.
The more she drank, the more she lost her courage to intervene … even as they got wilder and wilder. Harry slipped his hands under her skirt soon after, her short skirt making things easy for him. He mauled her ass aggressively while kissing her neck … turning it from an innocent bachelorette party to one that the ones involved needed to swear into silence.
She needed to intervene, Ginny thought. She even stood up to do so. Too bad that her legs warned her that she had consumed too much alcohol, by making her collapse back on the table…
"Just a minute or two to calm down," she whispered even as she watched them continue to dance. "What harm a few more minutes could do?"
A few seconds, and three moves later, Ginny was cursing herself for asking that question and cursing the moment. The first move came in the form of walking. Harry started walking toward the secluded corner, dragging Hermione along. Well, dragging was an aggressive word, as Hermione seemed very willing. She just needed help with her trembling legs.
The second move was a ward suddenly going up, covering the two. A notice-me-not ward, one that made sure people in the club wouldn't pay attention to them. But they made a mistake. They didn't know Ginny was still in the club, and used a version that didn't work on magicals. Not that Ginny blamed them, It was easier to cast, and they were distracted … very distracted.
Yet, it was the third move that shocked her. The black band around Hermione's legs … or at least, what she thought for the first few seconds, before she realized what they truly were.
Her panties.
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