Who: Narcissa Black and Hermione Granger
What: Narcissa dos not need to have a babysitter to throw a ball.
When: Thursday, October 12
Where: Hermione's office, Ministry of Magic
Rating: PG

Narcissa wore a completely unamused face as she rode the elevator up to the office of one H. Granger. Really, all she wanted to do was give back to the community with a charity ball. The same thing she had been doing for the past decade it seemed. There wasn't really much else to do as Lucius Malfoy's wife ,other than be a socialite. So to think that she really needed a supervisor for this, as the ministry seemed to think, was preposterous. What's even more preposterous was that her supervisor was no older than her own son! She tried to keep it at that shallow level of meaning rather than think about the other reason why she didn't want to work with Hermione Granger.

She remembers vividly how Bella tortured the poor girl. She wanted to stand up and stop her sister, do something to help the Gryffindor, but she was powerless and she had Draco to think of.Still, Narcissa knew that she had many regrets in life, but not doing something to save Hermione that day will always be one of the biggest.

Sighing, Narcissa straightened up and put on her usual icy demeanor to intimidate anyone in her presence. Stepping off the elevator, on Hermione's floor, she made her way to Hermione's office. Once outside it, she did a once over on her outfit, a form fitting green robe, with grey linings that showed off a hint of leg and bright red lips to top off the refined look.

Knocking on the door, Narcissa waited on an answer, knowing the younger woman was there.

Who: Hermione Granger and Luna Lovegood
What: Lavender and Fleur need some time before Gabrielle gets here. Gabrielle needs to talk to her big sis and Gabrielle decides she needs a Slytherin to play with...
When: Sunday, May 27. Trio's 6th year.
Where: The library, to start.
Rating: NC-17
Note: This thread takes place in the Tracey/Heidi AU storyline.

Hermione Granger was at her wit's end. Things had taken a drastic turn on Friday; it was a turn so drastic that Hermione still couldn't really believe that it had happened! At least until she reached under her skirt to discover her problem was still there! It had been almost three days! If it was going to just go away on its own, it would have done so already. Right?

There was one person to blame; Harry Potter.

If it wasn't for his insufferable love of that stupid potions book, his protectiveness of it, his secret meetings with Professor Dumbledore, his secrets in general, this never would have happened! Hermione wouldn't have been in the Restricted Section every night. She wouldn't have been researching all sorts of strange things. She wouldn't have been examining dark artifacts.

Hermione had no idea what had caused her...problem. Because of that, trying to find a solution had been impossible. She feared it might remain that way. Attending classes on Friday had been draining. She found herself thinking dirty thoughts no matter what she tried to concentrate on. Of course, when she did that, her problem was so much harder to hide under her school skirt.

She was growing desperate for help but had no idea who to turn to. Harry and Ron? It would be a cold bloody day in hell. Ron would say something crass and clueless. Harry would get all flustered. It would be a nightmare.

Ginny? No. Just no. The mere thought made Hermione want to die.

Nurse Pomfrey? She was a professional and Hermione thought she might work. Though, then she would need to explain what she had been doing and why, especially because she had no idea what caused it. Was it a potion she was brewing? A combination of the five she had been brewing? A dark artifact? Without knowing, Hermione would need to list them all then she would need to explain why she had been doing it. No, she couldn't do that. Not yet, anyways.

The same went for the rest of the staff.

That left only one person. Spying the one person who might, might be able to help, Hermione steeled her resolve and walked over to the blonde Ravenclaw. "Hello, Luna," she greeted her, trying to keep her tone light and even. "How are you?"

"I was hoping...you might be able to help me with something," Hermione explained, though she really had no idea how she could go about asking what she needed.

Who: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger
What: Hermione is quite upset and comes to see Ginny to vent
When: November 2nd, 1996. Saturday 11:55pm
Where: Ginny's Dorm
Rating: PG-13

The day and night had been going so well. How had it ended up as total shite? They had won the match. Ron had done amazingly well as Keeper and had stopped shot after shot after shot. Well, when it really counted anyways. The party had just gotten going and then she looked over and saw Ron and Lavender's faces stuck together!

That was appalling and stomach churning. Ginny was more annoyed than she had expected but there was something worse. She saw Hermione's face as she watched Lavender trying to suck Ron's face off. She looked...crushed.

Hermione's apparent heartache made Ginny forget her own annoyance as she watched Hermione run off. She was about to follow her but then she saw that Harry was going after her. Ginny was then swept up by the cheering Gryffindors as they celebrated the victory.

When she could finally get away, Ginny wasn't able to find Hermione. Ginny left the party as things were starting to wind down to grab a shower. Once in bed, she found it impossible to sleep because she was worried about Hermione. In her flannel pj pants and a tank top, she crept upstairs to the sixth year dorms. Quietly, she opened the door and moved to Hermione's fourposter.

"Hermione?" she whispered softly.

Who: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger
What: Hermione is quite upset and comes to see Ginny to vent
When: November 1st, 1996. Friday 9pm
Where: Ginny's Dorm
Rating: PG-13

Ginny was on her bed staring up at the ceiling with a wry smile on her face. Her ankles were crossed and she happily bounced her bare feet. She wore a pair of Charlie's old jeans and a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt she'd gotten for her birthday. Her hair was up in a high, messy ponytail and her cheeks were flushed.

Her dorm room was empty save for her. Saturday night was a time when students stayed out until the last possible second before curfew. Ginny was quite thankful for that as it had just finished serving her quite well.

Figuring her roommates were due to return any minute, Ginny decided to just sit and bask in her good mood. As she did, she briefly wondered what she had to do the next day. Did she have quidditch practice? Maybe...

Hearing movement outside the door, she just assumed that it was one of her roommates returning a little early. Ginny wondered who it might be as she was thankful her visitor had snuck off early "just in case".

"Victoria Frobisher," she whispered, playing a little game with herself that she often played. She was right far more often than she was wrong.

"Coming back early?" Ginny called, assuming it was Vix. "Charms Cub in the morning?" Everyone knew how devoted her fellow Gryffindor was to Charms Club. She even refused an alternate spot on the Gryffindor Quidditch Team because she was so devoted to it! Ginny couldn't even imagine that.

Propping herself up on her elbows, she looked to the door awaiting confirmation she was right about who was there.

Who: Tracey Davis and Hermione Granger
What: A chance encounter
When: Tuesday December 16th, 11pm.
Where: Near the stairs up to Gryffindor Party.

Tracey didn't usually make it a habit to be out after curfew. The last, well only, time she'd had a girlfriend she'd been a Slytherin too so sneaking off didn't involve any risk as all they had to do was to sneak to each other's rooms. However, tonight her task didn't involve sapphic liaisons.

No, she needed to go the Greenhouses and get a few plants that Madame Sprout likely wouldn't want her to have. Tracey had an order of potions to brew up and she had run out of a few things.

Being quite poor, though she hid it fairly well, Tracey created an income for herself brewing potions for students; either for them to use or for them to turn in for assignments. If she ever did brew them for assignments, she usually had to intentionally mess them up just a touch to make the professors believe as student brewed them.

As for herself, both Professor Snape and Professor Slughorn went through a phase where they didn't believe that Tracey brewed the potions herself. Tracey was able to brew things years ahead of her other classmates and was nothing short of a prodigy with potions. Even now she was brewing things, secretly, that could be sold in shops.

Tracey wore slightly-baggy muggle jeans and a t-shirt of a band she liked; The Beatles. Over that, she wore an army jacket and had trainers on her feet. Her gloves and hat were stashed in her pockets and she wore her Slytherin scarf. She was sure it was going to be cold outside!

Turning the corner she stopped short when she saw someone sitting there. Shite! What were the odds she would run into a Prefect on rounds?

Seeing the bushy hair she knew instantly who it was. Hermione Granger...

"Fancy meeting you here," she said softly, grinning to hide her nervousness. She really didn't feel like getting detention!

Who: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
When: 2 weeks after their time together on Prefects duty, Saturday visit to Hogsmeade
What: Hermione is feeling caged up and decides to get out of the castle without the boys
Where: The Hogs Head Bar
Rating: NC17, Het. This pairing is f*cked up...
Notes: Hermione and Draco started fooling around again months after their first tryst that ended with Hermione casting a spell on Draco to make him forget what had happened. She told him the truth after an romp in the halls after hours and they are meeting in secret again

Hermione was so happy the weather had finally evened out in time for the first spring visit to Hogsmeade. She had been feeling terribly caged up inside the castle since she and Draco were meeting in dark corridors and hidden corners of the grounds; they were insatiable. It made her shiver slightly when she thought of the things she let him do to her including little punishments that were downright demeaning and she loved them. She would feel herself blush under Harry and Ron’s gazes, they would never understand, she didn’t really understand.

Today she made excuses at breakfast when Ron and Harry bothered her about their trip into the village, saying she would catch up to them later, she had something to look up in the library, it wasn’t hard to believe…

She had dressed in muggle clothing today, a form fitting blue jumper that dipped squarely at the neck and a denim skirt that hit her above the knee. She had tamed her wild curls into silky tendrils with potion and painted on a little of the muggle makeup she had got over the summer at Harvey Nichols. She looked nice and she was hoping to catch Draco’s eye, he had mentioned meeting at some point today but he never made plans, she didn’t want to seem desperate.

Heading out for the day she treaded across the grounds and wound her way down the path in the village, seeing Ron and Harry through the window of the Three Broomsticks she ducked out of sight before they spotted her. She felt like a Butter beer but didn’t want to get trapped, she the Hog’s Head became her destination. Pushing the door open she found it mostly deserted and seated herself at a table in the corner, getting a scowl from the barman at her presence.

Who: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter
What: Hermione and Harry meet on the train at the start of their first year.
When: Monday. June 6th, 1994. End of trio's 3rd year.
Where: The Forbidden Forest.
Rating: PG
Notes: Start of an epic line where Hermione is the Chosen One and Ginny, Harry and Hermione is the trio. Very AU.

Harry found himself terribly distracted as he sat in forest with the girl that was supposed to be his best friend. He was worried and afraid. Sirius wasn't the evil do-er he had thought he was. Professor Lupin was a werewolf who was out of control and had stalked them through the woods.

Hermione had finally showed him how she had been in two places at once. He could still feel the sting on the back of his hand where she had slapped it away when he tried to touch the Time Turner.

There had been a flurry of activity to save Buckbeak but now that it was over and they were simply waiting for the dead of night, Harry's head was filled with thoughts about his best friend and things that he shouldn't be thinking about her.

It didn't help that there were thoughts of his other best friend mixed in there as well…

"Are you cold?" he asked Hermione softly as they hid well away from Hagrid's hut with Buckbeak the hippogriff.

It had been a boring, anxiety filled wait and it wasn't over yet…

Who: Hermione Granger, Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter
What: Hermione and Harry meet on the train at the start of their first year.
When: Monday. September 8th, 1991. Start of trio's 1st year.
Where: Hogwarts Express
Rating: G
Notes: Start of an epic line where Hermione is the Chosen One and Ginny, Harry and Hermione is the trio. Very AU.

Harry stood on Platform 9 and ¾ in King's Cross station with his mother and father. "Stop doting, Lily," James Potter admonished his wife gently as she tried to mat down Harry's cowlick for the hundredth time. "It's not going down, it's too much like mine." James gave his son an affectionate smile.

"Mom," the eleven year old complained. "You're embarrassing me…"

Lily pulled back with a sheepish, watery smile. "Sorry, hon." She went to stand next to her husband.

Harry gathered up his trunk and started to awkwardly drag it along. He wasn't going to cry. He had been anxious to get to Hogwarts and had been for years! He wasn't a baby! He wasn't going to cry…

Despite his vow, he got a little teary as he waved to his parents from the window as the train started moving. "Find Ginny," his mother called to him. "You two should sit together on the train!" The Weasleys and Potters were very close. Harry nodded and rolled his eyes, wishing his mother hadn't shouted it.

Once they were out of the station, Harry started to move through the cars looking for Ginny. Not finding her, Harry stowed his trunk in an empty car and sat down. Hopefully Ginny would find him.

Who: Elise Rosier and Hermione Granger
What: Elise and Hermione are paired for a class assignment.
When: Monday. September 8th, 1991. Start of trio's 6th year.
Where: Transfiguration Classroom
Rating: Who knows?

Elise Rosier felt uncomfortable in her new Hogwarts uniform. It had been awkward to stand with a gaggle of eleven year olds to be sorted at the start of the year. Elise, not one prone to shyness despite her acting otherwise, had been extremely uncomfortable. Thankfully, her twin had been at her side. She would have had no idea what she would have done without Emma.

The school year was a week old and Elise had already heard many, many hushed conversations that had not been hushed enough for her not to pick up what they were discussing. The outlandish things, many of which would have landed her in Azkaban, made Elise giggle secretly.

In her crisp tie and robe, Elise entered the Transfiguration classroom. She noticed everyone looking at her and a few whispered back and forth. Looking down shyly, Elise pretended to be bothered by it as she made her way to a free seat.

Settling in, Elise waited for class to begin. Looking down at her uniform, she frowned. It felt like she was wearing a sack compared to her formfitting Beauxbatons uniform.

"Class," Professor McGonagall began as she tapped her wand on her desk to get their attention. "We will be pairing off into groups I will assign for a project," she instructed and was met with a chorus of groans that the elderly witch ignored.

"You will be picking a subclass of Transfiguration," McGonagall informed them. "Once you have, you will need to demonstrate a series of spells and write an essay about their uses. You will be working on this all week and it will be your only homework assignment as well. Therefore, I expect your projects to be robust. Am I making my self clear?" she asked, a hint of her Scottish brogue coming through. The students muttered and nodded.

McGonagall began rattling off names. Since she didn't know any of them, Elise really wasn't listening. "Hermione Granger and Elise Rosier," McGonagall announced, gesturing to a table at the front.

Elise stood and saw the other girl. She smiled sweetly as she sat. "Allo," she greeted Hermione, her French accent coloring the greeting. "I am Elise," she introduced herself.

She had seen the girl about before. Hermione was hard not to notice. However, she was in the house that the Slytherins saw as their sworn enemies. Not the best way for Elise to fit in with her house to just approach her. Luckily, she had an excuse now…

Who: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
What: Sometimes memory charms only work as well as the caster wanted them too...
When: nearly midnight during Prefect Duty
Where: 3rd Floor Landing
Rating: NC-17 HET


Once upon a time Hermione Granger had her entire life figured out. That was until three months ago when something had happened between herself and one of her greatest enemies, Draco Malfoy. She hated even thinking his name for almost two and a half of those months... but somewhere along the line her mind had began to wander back to the bruising kisses and rough thrusts they had shared on three separate occasions.

He remembered none of this though, Hermione had made sure of that the night of what she decided was going to be their last tryst. She had wandered around for all this time, stealing glances more and more lately at the boy she hate become a man she desired. Draco's arrogance made her stomach turn but the way he looked at her when he caught her gazing her way was what made Hermione so curious. He seemed confused sometimes, like he might remember, then it would turn into a snarl and she would look away.

She had caught him alone twice in the last month on Prefect duties, they had been assigned the same evening to patrol the corridors it seemed. Hermione had to force herself to stop from following him down a dark corridor one night when everyone split up their separate ways.

Tonight she was in the last corridor on the third floor, right near the Charms class room. It was quiet and she took a moment to lean against a pillar so she could close her eyes and try to shake off the curiosity inside her that was gnawing there... would he want her all over again if the chance arose? She chastized herself for even thinking it and shook her head, eyes still closed.

Who: Hermione and Fluer
When: December 25th, 1994 around 10:30 PM
Where: The Great Hall and other locations to be disclosed...
What: Its the Yule Ball, and Hermione is starting to see what everyone else does in Fluer
Rating: TBD

Hermione couldn't believe that she was watching the person she had found the most annoying in the previous weeks at Hogwarts but tonight she understood why people stared at Fluer Deleour, the enchanting Veela from Beauxbatons. The girl moved around the floor with Roger Davis and she seemed to cast a faint, silvery shimmer that dulled even the brightest dress robe as she swirled past. Her hair shined and was the sort of lusterous Hermione could only get with a fair amount of sleek easy potion that she feared was already wearing off, tendrils were falling out of her bun from dancing with Krum.

Although she liked Victor, he didn't speak much though and she felt awkward trying to fill all the voids so eventually she went to just tapping her foot and watching everyone dance. Fluer had caught her eye when she came in and now she was watching her freely, just like several boys were as well as a couple of male professors.

Fluer was so seemingly perfect, smart, beautiful, confidence in abundance. She thought that was part of the appeal of her, it was sexy, Hermione had a hard time feeling confident considering on the night of her life she felt like she looked the best, no one seemed to recognize her. She sighed and smoothed her blue silk dress robes that fit her in all the right places, eyes still on the tall blonde...

Who: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
What: They have to finish what they didn't finish for McGonagall the previous week, the last in this little trilogy of D/Hr :)
When: Oct 23, 1997. Friday, 7PM
Where: McGonagall's classroom to start
Rating: NC-17 eventually. HET


( In less than one week, life had become uncomfortably complicated for Hermione Granger. )

Who: Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy
What: Hermione can’t stop thinking about what happened in detention
When: Oct 21, 1997. Wednesday, 1pm.
Where: outside the Arithmancy corridor
Rating: NC-17

Hermione knew that she had been acting strange, she didn’t need Ron to tell her or Harry to keep giving her funny looks over the breakfast table every morning. She couldn’t get that night she had spent with Draco in the closet out of her mind, it had been wrong, dirty, lewd, and it had been the best sexual experience of her life.

She had walked funny the next day just like he had wanted; she ached for nearly four days after he had fucked her from behind in their detention with McGonagall. She hadn’t taken a bath or a shower that night and laid there with his come leaking out of her, his smell on her skin in her Gryffindor bed, a mark of high treason she was sure in any Hogwarts handbook.

In the hall, she had only dared to catch his eye when none of his cronies or her friends were around. She didn’t stare at him but there was a brief moment and she felt her tummy flip a little. What they had done was wrong but Hermione wanted to do it again.

She was walking to her Arithmancy lesson on Wednesday afternoon, blissfully Ron and Harry free, Ron had been dogging her about what was wrong with her for two days, since she had become less bossy and more reserved. The corridors were mostly empty and she wondered if she was late, glancing down at her watch as she turned a corner.

Who: Harry Potter, Hermione Granger and eventually Ginny Weasley
What: a 2nd night meetup brings another old friend to the mix
When: July before 7th year. Monday, August 3, 1230 am
Where: Grimmauld Place. Regulus’s old bedroom.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het.and threesome


Hermione could hardly wait for that night to begin, she and Harry had been stealing kisses and caresses for the last 24 hours and it had felt like a million years had gone by in that time. She knew that they should keep their minds on the war in front of them but it felt so good to cling to something happy she just couldn't help herself.

She had nearly triple checked the upstairs for people as she made her way to the floor where Regulus' room was. She had worn a favortie nighty that she thought that Harry would like, it was a dark, nearly midnight blue with silver lace embellishments along the low cut neckline and the short hem at the bottom. Underneath, she wore silver lace knickers. She felt very Ravenclawish as she admired her figure in Regulus' vanity mirror as she waited for Harry, her hips curved out in a nice way and her breasts looked perk and cute. She had pinned her dark ringlets up int a loose twist, some dangled around her shoulders.

Clucking her tongue at her reflection, she looked away and cast an eye on the bed, it was nicely made with fresh linens, she wondered if it made Kretcher cross to know someone had been on his favorite Masters bed. The old elf was so misguided she still felt bad for him.

Pacing around the room, she realized she needed to light somewhere and stop making noise walking across the floor. Hermione retired to the bed, her heart beating wildly as she waited for her "secret" lover to arrive.

Who: Harry Potter and Hermione Granger
What: Harry needs a friend to confide in
When: July before 7th year. Saturday, August 1, 2am
Where: Grimmauld Place. Regulus’s old bedroom.
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Het.

Harry tossed and turned in his bed. Sweat moistened his hair and his scar, of its own accord, was red and aggravated. Imagines, fast and indistinct, raced through his mind. The harder he tried to discern them, the more quickly they dissolved away.

Waking with a start, he sat up to find himself in his bed in Grimmauld Place. He could hear Ron snoring in his bed on the other side of the room. He blew out a deep breath and looked around. Reaching for his wand, he picked it up. The weight of it in his hand made him feel better immediately. Lying back, he tried to fall back asleep. After almost an hour, he decided it was fruitless.

Getting out of bed, he started for the kitchens. His black hair was mussed and his glasses that he picked up on the way out were slightly askew on his face. He wore a white t-shirt that was faded and very big on him that had blue rings around the neck and sleeves with an iron on Dr. Who image. It had belonged to his cousin Dudley. He wore a pair of Dudley’s shorts as well that were blue and a little short and tight; obviously from when Dudley was much younger than the seventeen year old Harry.

He made his way to kitchen first for some juice. Brining it with him, he began to wander the house. He wished that someone was up to talk to, but the house was dead quiet. Glancing down, he noticed a slight swell in his shorts. The dream hadn’t been all bad it seemed…

Harry tried to keep his mind off the things the male teenage mind was normally fixated on. The swell shrank to nearly-normal size when he saw a dim light from beneath a nearby door. It was Regulus’ old room. Curious he approached it.

Knocking very softly, he whispered, “Hello?”

Who: Daphne Greengrass/Harriet Potter, Hermione Granger (later)
What: Temptation is a Slytherin witch with red hair…
When: One week into the school year, Friday afternoon
Where: Quidditch Pitch to start
Rating: Sure to be NC-17
Notes: This thread is based on a game idea that we wanted to run and haven’t gotten around to yet. Here is a link explaining the differences: http://www.greatestjournal.com/users/sorciere_mod/1176.html

Daphne Greengrass was having an interesting year so far. Teenage hormones had always run rampant at Hogwarts. However, this year, Daphne felt them more acutely than ever. Her experience over the summer, coupled with whatever was going on at Hogwarts, had left her feeling on edge. That edge also carried with it some unexplainable urges and desires. At first she had fought them. Though after a week, she was no longer seeing any reason to resist; assuming she could be subtle and still have her fun.

Harriet Potter had come to Daphne’s notice more in one week than she had in the five previous years they had been to Hogwarts together. Normally, the halfblood, daughter of a shameless Mudblood was reviled by witches like Daphne. Since she had been back, that disgust had changed to an exciting taboo. Daphne would keep her secret, but that didn’t lessen her desires.

Daphne was not one to chase. She was a goddess, or so she had been told. Instinctively, she agreed. She was worth pursuing and chasing and obsessing over. All she needed to do was make the shy witch notice her. Eventually, Harriet would come to her.

Two days earlier, Daphne had begun to set a trap for Harriet to notice her. Her skirts rode high in the classes they shared, the top two buttons of her blouse came undone at just the right time, she bent over to fetch her quill just as Harriet happened by and many more provocative things timed perfectly to be spied by only one person.

At her first practice for the cheer squad, Daphne was sure to intensify her flirting under the cover of cheering on the teams as they practiced. In her short skirt and little uniform, Daphne twirled and spun and pranced and stretched to the routines, her eyes often moving to Harriet Potter as she flew around on her broom.

Of course, she could deny it and would if she needed to. Daphne did notice that she wasn’t the only one distracted. She had no idea why. Several times during the week she had wished that she’d learned Occlumency. She had to wonder what some of her fellow girls were thinking about.

Is it the boys on the other side of the campus? she wondered as she dropped into a split, lifting her pom poms over her head. Turning her head, Daphne tossed her hair with a smoldering gaze that just happened to be in the direction of the Gryffindors circling nearby.

The practice began to break up and Daphne stood off to the side with a few of the other girls from the cheer squad. She made a point of standing in cute poses of flipping or hair as she made sure not to look at Harriet while attempting to get Harriet to look at her.

Who: Ginny and Hermione
When: summer before Hermione's 6th year
Where: muggle London
What: their first date!
Rating: nc17 I'm sure

Ginny was sitting at the kitchen table with Hermione. Her mother paced in front of them, nealry wearing a path in the stone floor. She had been lecuring them on keeping a low profile in muggle London. After ten minutes of cautions Ginny could hardly stand it anymore.

"Mum, we are dressed like muggles, Hermione was raised with her muggle parents, we know to keep an eye out for anything unusual," she whined, sitting with one elbow on the table, her hand propping up her head. Her other hand was under the table, resting in Hermione's. She looked cute today, her thick red hair was drawn back on the sides and tied at the back with a black ribbon. She had her favorite jeans on, the sat low on her athletic hips. A black belt with a silver buckle finished off the lower half, and she had on a black fitted peasants blouse with short, sheer sleeves. It stopped right above her belly button and left three inches of her toned pale stomach. Ginny wanted to get her belly button pierced, but she hadn't told Hermione that... yet.

Mrs. Weasley looked at her daughter and sighed, "fine, but keep your wands at the ready and for heavens sake do not venture into Diagon Alley."

Ginny grinned at Hermione, standing up she picked up her black small shoulder bag and threw it over her neck, "let's go before she changes her mind.