Who: Ginny Weasley and Hermione Granger When: Tuesday, Oct. 12th Where: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Prison Rating: Medium Warnings: Girl Talk. Summary: Ginny has a secret. Hermione wants to know. And if you can't tell your girl friend....
It could have been worse. She was at Hogwarts. Away from the Ministry and Minister Malfoy's scrutiny. She was with others who were in a similar situation to herself. It was a small comfort, but at least one she could appreciate it. And there was still the familiar as well in the form of someone else.
So far, they'd mostly been left alone. It seemed Mister Goyle was content to let them do what they wished as long as the work was getting done. And it was, so hopefully he'd continue to be a non-presence in terms of any bother. She wished she could say the same of all the guards that hovered around Hogwarts.
After passing by the blonde Death Eater guard in the hallway who had been giving her looks the past couple of days, she continued to be rather stoic in ignoring him even as he stared after her. He'd already proven his dislike of her. A snide look, a muttered comment, and that mop bucket spilled in the Great Hall. Whatever. She wasn't going to give into ridiculous antics and not from the likes of him anyway.
The Prefects' bathroom was in need of some massive cleaning. And Hermione was one of the lucky ones sent to see to it. So was glad to go in his opposite direction.
So in the bathroom, scrub, scrub, scrub, it was. She wiped the back of her forearm across her brow. She sat back against the floor, leaning against the bath basin and then looked up at the ceiling. "Is it over yet?" The day. The cleaning. This whole situation and mess? "What I wouldn't do for a hot chocolate about now."