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      Published: 2017-01-31 Updated: 2017-02-22 Chapters: 5/? Words: 10386
****** Bold Girls Give Better Head ******
by HisRose
Summary
     With war in almost reachable distance, Hermione and her friends
     return to Hogwarts for their sixth year. But it's almost like things
     have changed over the last summer. Boobs got bigger, skin got
     smoother and panties got wetter. The girls are barely recognisable
     but whereas Ginny has no issues whatsoever with figuring out what
     perks her newly found confidence and looks could bring her, Hermione
     struggles with all the attention she is receiving by boys she never
     even spoke to.
     But puberty didn't only hit the girls. In the year where boys stop
     seeing their female friends as sisters but more like a playground the
     hormones are driving everybody wild. Bets are placed, virginities are
     lost and new relationships are formed. It will be a crazy two years
     for the golden trio and Hogwarts might be a place for magical
     children but in the end they might not be too different from normal
     high school students after all.
Notes
     Hello lovely readers!
     It has been a while since I wrote my last Harry Potter fan fiction.
     But I found myself back in the hype and since everything was in
     Harrys point of view in the books and films I wanted to change things
     up a little. Also I found the portrayal of the teenage years a little
     unrealistic and thought - this is a great idea and thus: Bold Girls
     Give Better Head was born. (I am still indecisive if I prefer all
     words to start with capital letters or not - what do you guys think?)
     Now worry not! I am an adult (at least I am classified as one!) and
     do not plan on unrealistic love triangles or a different boy every
     night for our beloved Harry Potter characters. I want to show how a
     cliché High School would look like in the Potterverse where the
     popular kids are in the spotlight and not the outcasts! Of course
     Luna, Neville and whoever will make guest appearances and hopefully I
     will be able to develop them along the lines.
     Also I do not plan on completely changing our lovely characters to
     someone who has no similarities to who they originally were supposed
     to be! Hermione will always be our little Ms-Know-it-all and will
     always worry about her exams and we will still give Harry some shit
     about why the hell he is not a Ravenclaw!
     I hope you guys will enjoy this little adventure and we'll see where
     this will go!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** New Year - New Me *****
With her temples leaning on the cold window of the moving train, Hermione had
her lips pressed together tightly - rubbing them against each other anxiously.
She felt the grittiness of the micro-glitter in her lipgloss and the thought of
her makeup maybe being a mistake crossed her mind once again. She
had never understood the point in makeup. What was it for, what went where and
why? Her mindset had only changed when the Yule Ball came along in year four
and she saw how much potential her face actually had with a little bit of
colour here and there. Even though she hadn't touched the stuff after that one
night it stayed in the back of her mind until this summer. Her and Ginny were
fooling around one night and decided together that it might be time for a new
look. And now here she is, wearing a mini-skirt she never thought she would
wear with tights - it was autumn after all - and a long sleeved top Ginny
picked out for her when they were shopping during the holidays. 

Hermione took out a muggle fashion magazine the girls picked up in a muggle
shop in central London. Her lip twitched at how amusing it was to watch her
best friend roaming around in the store, stunned by the different kinds of
fashion and colours. A quiet sigh escaped her sticky lips as she flicked
through the colourful pages, questioning the perfect bodies and faces she saw.

Her small body flinched at the sound of a knock on the window of the
compartment. The girl flashed a smile at the two redheads that now entered the
small room. 

Hermione still couldn't believe how much her best girlfriend had changed in
such a short period of time. Her hair flowed down like silk and her skin had
cleared up so much that she was wondering if Ginny might have used a spell or
potion for that. The new confidence suited her very well and even though her
body looked nothing like the girls in the magazines she looked almost
breathtaking. At least in she did Hermiones  opinion. Trying to fight the
little, raising bubble of jealousy that brewed inside her she now looked over
to Ron. It took her by surprise that it actually seemed like he had some sort
of stubble going on. She spotted little cuts along his throat and jawline, a
clear sign that he started to shave. 

"Have you seen Harry yet?
Ginny's voice ripped Hermione out of her thoughts and she turned her head
towards her friend who took a seat next to hear. 
"Huh? Oh. No, I haven't actually. I sort of expected him to come along with you
two."
A little frown appeared on her forehead.
"Maybe he's with Cho somewhere?"
 "Doubt it."
Ron grunted, his voice deeper than it was the last time she heard him speak,
and reached into his jacket to reveal a in clingfilm wrapped sandwich.The two
of them sent letters over the last weeks of summer that Hermione didn't spend
at the burrow but with her muggle family on vacation in Edinburgh.
 "She wrote him that she feels like they would be better off as friends or
something. 'dunno."
The redhead explained before biting a chunk out of his meal. Some things might
never change, Hermione thought to herself as she faced Rons sister once again.
Her little frown increased slightly when she noticed that her top was more
filled than usual. Was she wearing a push-up bra? Did they exist in the magic
world? Or did she purchase one when they were in this muggle store and didn't
notice?
"Hey, are you still seeing Dean, Ginny? He seemed to be really into you,
y'know."
Hermione asked to keep the conversation up. The girl shook her head. Ginny and
Dean were seeing each other for a little while before the holidays started.
 
"Too much drama. I called it quits just a few days after we saw each other
last, Mione. I wanted to write you but I felt like I wanted to have some things
to talk about when we see each other again! But now that I think about it, it
really isn't worth the hassle. He was a little too clingy for my liking."
Ginny shrugged it off. Ron scoffed quietly. He wasn't very talkative today and
Hermione started to wonder why.
Ginnys brother scoffed quietly to what his sister said but continued to devour
his sandwich. The redhead crossed her legs and her over-knee boot clicked
against the metal of her seat. It didn't matter who she was speaking of, Ron
never approved of anyone. But if she'd be honest, it didn't faze her one bit.
She just turned sixteen and definitely was old enough to make her own decisions
when it came down to boys.
She had to admit that she was more than pleasantly surprised to see that her
best friend actually stuck with what she had planned. She looked quite
different - in a good way! Hermiones hair was braided to one side, some
stubborn stray hairs still poking out but everyone knew that her hair is nearly
untameable. Her eyes were framed by dark eyelashes and her cheeks had a hint of
rosy flush which Ginny wasn't sure of if it was natural or not. And then of
course her lips that looked twice as plump as they usually did. Hermione might
have been older than the Weasley girl but in the end it was Ginnys idea to give
themselves a little makeover.

She caught her brother staring at Hermione with his jaw slowly dropping before
they entered the train compartment. It came to no surprise that this boy was so
surprised by Hermiones looks. The normally rather prude girl that always had
her nose stuck in some sort of book wore makeup and a short skirt that was not
part of the uniform. She didn't blame him - her jaw would have dropped as well.
 "Sorry guys! How were your holidays Hermione? Blimey! You look different!"
Harrys voice suddenly appeared out of nowhere and the boys leaned down to give
his best friends a hug. He looked good. He didn't show any beard growth like
Ron did but his voice definitely sounded deeper than it did the year before and
he dressed nicer. Much nicer. This leather jacket suited him. Ginny caught
herself biting down on her rosé painted lips.
After the boy took his seat next to Ron they all engulfed into a chit chat
about the past summer and what happened. Harry explained that he just saw Cho
and they talked it out - obviously with a happy ending, according to his
swollen lips and even more messed up hair. Ginnys brother went on and on about
how he is not looking forward to potions this year since it even drove the
twins absolutely bonkers when they were in year six and Hermione talked about
the gloomy weather in Edinburgh and all the runes they had visited.
And somehow Ginny just knew that this year was going to be one hell of a ride.
***** Wait, you what now? *****
Chapter Notes
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Harry was the last person to leave the compartment, carrying a bright grin on
his face. He loved catching up with his friends after summer. The boy spent
part of his summer at the Weasleys house just like Hermione did. But after
Ginnys birthday in August he went back to the Dursleys to get some homework and
learning done. Harry was in no way anywhere near as efficient as Hermione was
when it came to preparing for school but everyone gave him a heads up on how
Potions and Defence against the dark Arts were going to be increasing in
difficulty. 
The Dursleys ignored him for the most part and he was more than okay with that.
Dudley was causing them enough troubles and that muggle boy managed to kick
them off their high hippogriff. At the end of the day there was simply no time
or energy left to be spent on coming up with spiteful words or disapproving
looks. 
The fresh evening air took the boy by surprise and he now regretted
not stuffing his gloves into his pockets. The same applied for his Gryffindor
scarf. The pair of woollen gloves, that Mrs Weasley had knitted for him last
winter when she found out he had none, and the house scarf both were packed
away safe and sound in his suitcase.
His jaw immediately started to vibrate and he tightened his grip around his
worn off suitcase.
Blimey, was it cold! 
His green eyes started to search for his friends and he quickly spotted Ginnys
long, vibrant hair. His thoughts wandered back to her birthday party but he was
quickly yanked back into reality as he felt a small hand wrapping around his
left, free arm. Harry looked down to the girl, who was smart enough to dress
seasonally appropriate, and gave her a half hearted smile. 
Cho Chang was a very pretty, some even dare to say beautiful, young woman. Her
dark hair fell effortlessly over her chest. A beanie protected her ears from
becoming uncomfortably cold and she wore white gloves that were colour
coordinated with her scarf and a navy coat. Although she was wearing a skirt
Cho wasn't cold because thick tights protected her skinny, short legs. 
Together they darted towards a carriage and Harry helped her with her suitcase
and offered her a hand to help her into the vehicle. She let out a quiet
snigger before she shook her head. 
"No thank you, Mr. Potter. This, I can do myself!" 
Harry responded with a grin as she climbed up into the wooden carriage, facing
the castle. Quickly he climbed in after her and plonked down next to ... - what
was she?
His girlfriend? His friend? Or something in between?

Over the last summer Harry and Cho had been owling a few times about what was
now going on between them. They met up twice but not much had happened. They
kissed each other a few times but she broke it off via a letter that stated
that she just did not feel ready for something new after all those things that
had happened in the last few years. Cedrics death affected her more than people
had thought and she still struggled with guilt when she met up with other
boys. 
At least that was what she wrote him. After Harry responded with an owl he
never heard back from her. When he entered the train Cho grabbed him by the
hand and wanted to talk so that was what they did. She apologised about her
letter and that she should not have gotten his hopes up just to let them down
via owling.
But then she said that she was in the wrong and something about herself
changing. They were kissing for a good ten minutes before she told him she had
to go back to her compartment but that they'd talk later. 
And now there they were.
Harrys body was slightly thrown back by the sudden movement of the carriage but
he quickly recovered and looked over to the smaller asian girl. 
"Would you like to talk now?" 
Awkwardness lingered in Harrys voice but there was nothing much less awkward to
say. Cho lifted her head and looked up to him, a little smile on her lips. 
She was not the kind of girl that wore a lot of makeup. Cho reminded him of
Hermione - well, at least of how Hermione used to be. She was smart and clever
but much less outspoken than his best friend. But because she was such a
gorgeous girl it baffled him that she looked so incredibly beautiful without
the help of makeup. No lipstick, no ... whatever the other things are called.
There were days when she wore a little bit of colour on her face but even then
she managed to look incredibly natural. 
"What is there to talk about? I think I made my position quite clear, don't you
think?" 
Merlin, why were girls so difficult to read? Harry had learnt over the years
that what girls say and what girls do, do not always have to go hand in hand.
Apparently just because a girl tells you you can have some chocolate does not
mean that you can actually take some without them getting quite upset.
After repeating the same mistake of thinking what they is what they mean, Harry
came to the conclusion that he should probably let them set up an agreement or
contract of some sort just to make absolutely sure he is allowed to do
something. 
Hesitantly Harry opened his mouth.
"T-That means you are officially wanting to go out with me, right?"
"Yes, Harry. I think it is about time that I move on and I've been wanting this
since we first kissed in the room of requirement but it never felt just quite
right. But I figured out that...-"
Cho looked down to her hands that were intertwined, her voice quivering ever so
slightly. 
"...-it was probably just me, y'know? It was me that stopped all this from
happening. Not Cedric, not my feelings for you. It was me that always pulled
back every time I got closer to you. I kept telling myself that this is not
fair towards him. That I should feel bad. But it's been two years! Two damn
years and I am allowed to move on! And I now have."
Her chocolate eyes were glazed by tears when she reached for Harrys hand. His
freezing cold fingers intertwined with hers and he moved his thumb over the
back of the warm fabric of her gloves. 
"I'm glad to hear this, Cho."
With a gentle smile the boy watched her and when the girl responded with a
smile he leaned down to seal this moment, this important realisation with a
soft kiss. 
 
 
With a loud "uhmpf" sound Hermione collapsed onto her bed. With her face buried
in several cushions she let out a delighted noise. 
Oh, how she had missed Hogwarts. 
The scent of the room was almost just as she left it, the bed felt just the
same. For a few moments she managed to block out the voices and noises coming
from her roommates to reminisce but that only lasted so long. With a sigh the
girl pushed herself up to greet Lavender with a simple "Hey, how were your
holidays?" and received a "Not too shabby, how about yours?" in return.
A few more words of politeness and meaningless small talk were exchanged before
Hermione noticed her stomach rumbling. She only had a piece of toast for
breakfast and now was longing for a good sized meal. She felt Lavender and
Parvati watching her as she walked up to the mirror and seeing them exchanging
odd looks through the reflection. 
Hermione almost forgot. She looked a little different. With her bad habit to
anxiously chew on her bottom lip or to grind her lips in general, all the
lipgloss had worn off. She didn't even want to think about her hair. Quickly
she took out the hair-tie and walked back to her neatly packed suitcase so she
could take out her hairbrush. Now her eye makeup was still in tact so all she
had to do was brush through the masses of hair and curls before she tied it up
into a messy bun. Surprised by how well the outcome looked Hermione fished for
her gloss but deemed it unnecessary because she was going to have a big dinner
and it wouldn't last very long. 
"It looks good, y'know? Your new look. Good choice."
Lavenders comment surprised the witch to say the least. Even though she had
spent many years with Lavender Brown as a dorm mate they never really hit it
off. They exchanged meaningless conversations and said goodnight to each other
but their relationship never made it to a friendship. The same applied to
Hermiones relationship to Parvati and the other two girls she shared her room
with. The furthest their friendliness went was that one time one of them was in
need of a hair tie in Potions and Hermione had a spare one to give. 
"Thank you." 
She responded truthfully, picking out a few loose strands of hair that now
framed her face. Lavender is not a bad person. Annoying? Yes, sometimes. But
overall she was always polite - always friendly. Is a change of looks really
all it took for her to notice her a little more? 
Hermione didn't care anymore but when she just arrived in Hogwarts and didn't
know anyone she would have killed for a friendship like Browns and Patils. They
did everything together and even after the witch befriended Harry and Ron she
still longed for a female best friend who she could discuss female problems
with. 
Her lip twitched lightly to the memory of that one time she casually mentioned
her period when she was twelve and Ron absolutely lost it and simply wouldn't
understand how Hermione didn't die due to blood loss and how she could be so
casual about bleeding out of her private parts. 
But now she had Ginny and the Weasley girl really is the best friend she could
ever have asked for.
"I'll see you guys later, I'm off for dinner!" 
With these words Hermione left her dorm and walked down the staircase only to
find Ginny downstairs in the common room. She just waved a girl, whose name she
didn't remember, goodbye. 
"Hungry?"
"Starving." 
Both girls chuckled quietly before wandering down the hallway.
"I decided that this year will be the year, Mione. I don't want to wait any
longer." 
Ginnys casual but also slightly excited voice made her frown. What was this
girl on about?
"Wait for what?"
"I'll be losing my virginity. I don't know to who or when. But I know it will
be before summer!"
Hermione stopped in her movements, staring at her best friend in disbelief.
"A-Are you sure? You don't even have a boyfriend! Don't you think it should be
more special with someone special?"
Her voice went up a note or two towards the end of her question and now her
friend stopped walking too. 
"Mione, please! I am old enough to make my own decisions!"
"Yes, of course but..."
"No buts. I will do it. And I hope you will still be my best friend who I will
be able to talk to when I did it."
Hermione sighed, walking towards the redhead. 
"Now don't be silly. Of course you'll still be my best friend. I am simply
surprised, that's all. And you're sure there is no way of talking you out if
it?"
"Positive."
***** So, you're gonna do it? *****
Chapter Summary
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After swallowing the last piece of meat, Ginny pushed her plate away from her.
She didn't say much during dinner but nobody seemed to notice. 
Harry and Ron were too engulfed in their conversation about this years
quidditch team and how they were going to kick Slytherins ass. She had to roll
her eyes a little but had to admit that she was slightly envious. How could the
boys still be so passionate about this? Sure winning against Slytherin was
quite satisfying but was it that important?
Over the last summer the young Weasley girl developed different interests.
Sowing for one. She knew her family could never afford the newest trends and
fanciest brands. But she knew she could work hard to purchase fabric to do her
own clothes. This new hobby took up most of her summer but resulted in many
successes that she now calls her wardrobe. 
Makeup was another interest the redhead picked up. But because she was always a
rather crafty kind of girl she quickly learned the tips and tricks and was
rather glad about getting Hermione on board with her. 
She never thought she’d end up like them. The girls that enjoy chatting about
their nails and hair products. But she was wrong. 
And lastly: Boys. Ginny started showing interest in the other sex just a few
weeks before her third year ended. Michael asked her out but it didn't last
very long and broke up with him after a while. She started to see Dean Thomas
before this summer and they started to see each other more frequently. But he
seemed more into it than she was and she called it quits a few weeks into the
holidays. Something she now regretted slightly since her plans had changed. 
She was talking to Tonks about her first time and how it went down. To be fair,
nobody ever said it was a cakewalk to lose it but the metamorphmagus ensured
her that her sex life was incredible and that she never regretted a second of
it. 
Ginny was still deciding if talking to Tonks was a mistake since she felt like
there was no way in hell that she could look into Lupins’ eyes again without
images flashing before her eyes but on the other hand she was glad she did. 
She had to admit, Hermiones reaction to her plans surprised the girl. Since the
bright witch was so into her idea of changing themselves up a little by
changing their style and doing something with their hair Ginny thought that
maybe Hermione became more curious too. 
She remembered like it was just the other day Hermione told her that Viktor
Krum asked her to the ball. She was so excited. Even though nothing ever
happened between those two, Ginny thought that her best friend might start pick
up dating after he left the country but the witch just returned to her normal
self and went back to studying for exams that were months away. 
"I'm not going to be part of the team this year. I changed my mind."
Harrys and Rons head suddenly turned to Ginny and even Hermiones head shot up. 
"What? But - But you just started! You can't just ditch it!" 
Ron was clearly upset and even Harry seemed speechless. 
"Leave her, Ron. She doesn't have to if she doesn't want to." Harrys soothing
voice managed to shut her brother up and nod in defeat. 
"I'm full. I'll go back to the dorms, I'm rather tired. G'night." She murmured
as the young girl raised from her chair. Hermione mirrored her movements. 
"Yeah, I'm going back too. Night everyone!"
Ginny flashed a little smile at her best friend before waving her friends
goodbye as they were all wishing them a good night. 
Together they strolled through the big corridor. 
"Are you alright, Ginny? You seemed a little, I don't know how to say it, off?"
Hermione looked genuinely concerned.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be? I am just tired, that's all. And Dean was giving me
odd looks, it sort of threw me off a little."
The redhead responded truthfully, shrugging her small shoulders as they were
still heading to their dorms. 
"Was it a bad break up? Between you and him I mean?"
Ginny sighed. "I didn't think so. We fought a lot - too much for a couple that
had only dated for a couple of months. I thought it was just for the best,
y'know? He started to get really clingy, owled me multiple times a day, wanted
to see me constantly... I don't know if this is normal but it didn't feel
right. He wanted something more serious than I did, by Merlins Beard I am
sixteen!"
A little giggle escaped Hermiones lips and she nodded. "I understand. I am
really sorry for earlier, too. I didn't mean to seem disapproving, of course
you can decide what is right. Just a little surprised, that's all. Do you, you
know, have anyone in mind particularly?" 
Her friends sudden interest and curiosity filled Ginny with joy and relief.
Between their conversation earlier and now she really thought that their
friendship took an odd turn. 
Hermione now leaned on the cold stone of the walls and the redhead joined her.
"No, not really. I was thinking that maybe I shouldn't have dumped Dean but I
think it really was for the better."
"Too bad Harry got with Cho, huh?" Hermione grinned, her tone a teasing one.
Ginny felt herself going bright red.
"Now don't be silly!" She exclaimed, having to cough to clear her throat. "This
would never happen, I'm not a fool. I was eleven years old!" She whined but
Hermione could only laugh at her reaction. They all loved giving the youngest
Weasley a hard time for her crush on Harry when she was younger and made sure
she would never ever forget it. 
"Do you think I'm a prude?" Hermione asked after a few moments of silence. 
Surprised, Ginnys eyebrows shot up. Hm. Was she? Many people thought Hermione
was Miss-Goody-Two-Shoes and rules were rules and not there to break them. But
did she consider her a prude? 
"No. No, I do not."
The bright witch sighed. "Good, because I damn well feel like one!"
Her face morphed into a sad mask. 
"Hey..." Ginny frowned and placed a hand on her friends shoulder. "Just because
you see things differently than I do, doesn't make you a prude!" 
"I didn't even kiss somebody! I am seventeen and never kissed anyone, isn't
this pathetic?" 
"No! No, it isn't! I mean, yes I am surprised that you haven't because I think
you are absolutely stunning. But this doesn't make you a prude, Mione!"
"You were always much more open than me. Much more...approachable. I envy
that." 
Pity filled the Weasley and she embraced her best friend in a tight hug. 
"Well, this is going to be our year, okay?"
 
"I'm so full!" Ron whined as he managed to swallow the last evidence of food
that was on his plate. 
He was still chatting to Harry throughout the whole dinner and even Neville
joined into their conversation. They chatted about their summer, quidditch and
all sorts of things. But one thing just wouldn't leave Rons mind so he brought
it up in front of Neville too.
"So, how did things go with Cho?" 
He could see Harrys turn red as if he just drank a whole bottle of fire
whiskey. The boy with the scar shifted uncomfortably before deciding to speak
out. 
"Really well. Uhm. She agreed to be my girlfriend and that. We'll see each
other after History of Magic tomorrow. A date. Sort of." 
The boy was stuttering and ran a hand through his curls. The Weasley boy gave
him a defiant smirk. Harry was chasing this girls skirt since he first laid
eyes on the pretty Asian girl and now he officially got her.
"Good on ya, 'arry!" Neville exclaimed excitedly. 
Ron leaned forwards and rested his chin on his fists, his elbows on the table,
the smirk still on his lips. 
"So, are you gonna do it? With her I mean?" He said with no shame in his voice
whatsoever.
"Uhm. Maybe. I guess? I don't know."
Harry stuttered and ran a hand through his hair. Even Neville turned bright
pink and looked down to his feet.
"Oh, c'mon Harry! You've been chasing that bird for years! And now you've got
'er and you're not gonna do anything? You're Harry Potter! You're famous! All
the girls want'cha and I'm sure Cho did it with Diggory anyways so she
probably..."
"Shut up! Shut it, Ron! Don't talk about her like that!" Harry said, enraged.
"I'm not with her because of...you know! I actually like her." 
Furious, Harry left the table, leaving a startled Ron and a slightly
embarrassed Neville behind. 
What did he do wrong this time?
 
 
 
***** Don't be a Party Trooper! *****
"Ugh" Ginny groaned quietly as she rested her chin on the tower of books that
were piled up in front of her. She despised Arithmancy.
Why, oh why did she choose this as her second subject?  
She started to count down the last minutes until she was finally released for
the weekend. As quick as a flash the Weasley girl packed her books, quill and
parchment before heading to the door.  But before she could escape, Professor
Septima stopped her. 
"Ah, Weasley! Hold on a minute, I promise I won't be long! Professor Binns has
reached out to me to ask a favour from you. Last time he got to see you he
forgot to bring it up, unfortunately."
Ginny frowned, her hand cupping her bag of school supplies. "A favour from me?"
She asked confused.
What could he possibly ask of her? No scenario she could come up with made
sense in her eyes. 
"Yes. A student of his is struggling with keeping up on the topics.
Interesting, really. Out of all the subjects this boy struggles with the one
where all you have to do is read and remember..." The professor quickly shook
her head when she realised that she had trailed off the subject completely.
"Anyways. He is one year above you, year six. But since you are getting
straight E's and O's he thought of you. He had asked Miss Granger beforehand
but she declined the offer."
Hermione declined? How odd. 
"Did she give a reason for why she declined?" 
Septima sighed, pushing her glasses up her nose. "You see, her and Draco don't
get along too well. It would only have caused trouble."
Draco Malfoy. No wonder Hermione declined. Who would want to teach that bratty
daddys boy? 
"Oh. You know, I don't think I'd be the right fit either…His family and us
Weasleys aren't exactly the best of friends." Ginny shrugged, thinking that
this would probably be the end of this conversation - but she was wrong. 
"Miss Weasley" The professor sighed, looking at her student. "I am afraid you
might have to. If you agree to teach Mr Malfoy and make him pass, I will give
you extra credit. The way it looks now you would probably fail this year in
Arithmancy. If you manage that he passes, you will too."
Damn. She had a point. Ginny knew she was bat at Arithmancy but that she would
fail it? It seemed like she did not have much choice. It was not like she was
upset about failing herself but she knew her mother would be disappointed. 
With a sigh the Weasley surrendered. "Fine. When would I have to start?"
A smile appeared on her professors lips. "This weekend would be lovely. Thank
you, Ginevra. Me and professor Binns appreciate your gesture. You are free to
go now!"
With a nod Ginny left the classroom, heading towards the Gryffindor Common
Room. Did that really just happen? Did she just agree to be Malfoys tutor?
Fucking brilliant.
A groan left the redheads lips and she chucked her bag next to a couch. She
recognised Harrys crazy locks and plonked down next to her friend. Harry
chuckled. 
"Well, someone doesn't look happy!" He teased but only received a death glare
in return. "Well, I appreciate your observation skills. Yes, I am not happy. I
am actually very unhappy - to say the least!"
Before Harry could say anything, Hermione, who just turned up out of nowhere,
jumped on the sofa across from the two. 
"Unhappy about what?" The witch asked before biting a big chunk out of her
apple. Her eyes rested on Ginny. 
"Because you declined the offer of tutoring Malfoy, I  have to do it. Me. I
won't survive this! Or maybe it will be him that'll die. I haven't decided
yet!"
The Weasley girl wasn't actually mad or angry with Hermione. Simply upset that
she is being pushed into something she definitely does not want to do. 
Hermiones eyebrows shot up and she was chewing her piece of apple when she
responded. "Hey! You can't blame me for that!" But the witch just couldn't hold
back a giggle. "Oh dear. It really does not sound like a bag of fun, does it?"

The friends sat in the common room for most of the afternoon. Laughing,
chatting, whinging. Dreading the next day already, Ginny tried to talk as
little about the tutoring as she could but just couldn't completely escape her
friends' teasing. 
"Hey, you'll be fine. A'right?" Harry tried to cheer the Weasley up and Ginny
smiled gently, looking up to the boy with the scar. "It's just Malfoy. He's a
dick. But what's the worst that could happen? You could fail Arithmancy. But
you wouldn't fail the whole year. Just walk off when he-" Harry cleared his
throat. "If he acts up. You don't have to put up with it."
"You know, you could try. And maybe get some secrets out of him, y'know?" Ron
chimed in, a devilish grin on his face. 
Ginny could practically hear the thoughts of her friends and all the
possibilities floating through their heads. 
"Ronald!" Hermione exclaimed, her brows furrowed in absolute disbelief. "Now,
you didn't mature at all, did you? Ginny, don't listen to him! Yes, Draco is an
absolute buffoon but that does not mean we have to get down to his level!"
What her best friend said made sense. A lot of sense, actually. But somehow for
some reason Rons idea did not sound too bad. 
"It wouldn't hurt to try though, would it? Malfoy's been ruining our lives
for years Mione! Years! It's an opportunity, you know? To get back at him."
Harry sounded calm, yet excited. 
"I can't believe you, boys!" The bright witch shook her head, furiously.
"Merlin, you are not any better than him!" She raised from her seat, giving her
best friend one more look. "I've got some things to do in the library. Don't
come up with anything silly!" 
                                    -*-*-*-
Were they really that foolish? Hermione was still in distress about what she
just heard. Malfoy  is a dirty ferret that's for sure but when did her friends
bottomed out so much? She just couldn't understand. However, it was up to Ginny
to decide what is right and a part of her really believed the Weasley girl had
matured over the last summer. 
Hermione headed towards the library, a certain book already in mind. She had to
prepare for her Potions exam after all. With countless thoughts that floated
through her impressive mind she had her eyes glued on the floor, walking her
way by memory.
Her small frame flinched and the girl almost dropped her handbag when she
suddenly heard a familiar voice. 
"On the way to the library, are you?" 
Fred Weasley leaned on the brick wall, a smug grin on his face. 
"Merlin, Fred! You gave me a hell of a fright! What are you doing here? And
where is George?" Hermione exclaimed, placing one hand over her heart. 
The Weasley twins were definitely one of the few people she really
did not expect to see on that day. Since they left school the year before to
open up their shop and made their own living, there was no reason for them to
be at Hogwarts. 
"We came on behalf of mum, she asked us to check up on Ron and Ginny. Not too
sure why, she just worries, I suppose. Also, George and I wanted to announce
that we now officially moved out and wanted to invite the lot of you to a
housewarming party tomorrow." The tall boy shrugged his lean shoulders, a smirk
still remaining on his lips. 
"Oh, and George is off to find the rest of you guys. Had a bet. Whoever finds
someone first, wins. It's friday late afternoon. I knew you'd probably be in
the library or on your way to it whereas he was convinced he'd find you guys at
Hagrids'. Guess I won!"
Hermiones lips turned into a smile but she began to wonder if she was at the
library really that often? 
"Well, I'm sure you're house party will be a blast. Good luck with that. I
really have to get going to grab the book I need, though." The witch picked up
walking again but Fred mirrored her pace. "Come on, you should come. I thought
you changed more than just your looks over the summer?" The Weasley twin
teased, his hands in his trouser pockets. 
Hermione had to laugh. "Don't be silly, Fred. I will probably never be a party
kind of girl. But thank you for inviting me." She declined politely. But he
wasn't having any of it. "Seriously, Granger! Nobody says you have to get blue
and regret all your life choices! But I can guarantee you Harry and Ron will
come and I am sure Ginny will, too! It's just a group of friends hanging out.
Don't be a, what is the muggle saying for that? Party Trooper?"
"It's Party Pooper. And fine then if you will finally give it a rest, I will
come. Satisfied?" She surrendered sighing but with a grin on her lips. The
twins' charme was always delightful to be around. 
"That's more like it. I'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Fred said, stoping in his
movements before walking backwards. "I'll count on you!" The boy winked before
walking off, back towards the Gryffindor common room. 
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Weasleys." 
***** Why did I do that… *****
Ginny sat in an empty class room, her foot tapping nervously. Why oh why did
she agree to this? It was the weekend and tonight was the housewarming party of
the twins' new apartment. And instead of enjoying herself and getting ready
later she had to do this before she came here to teach Draco about bloody
History of Magic!
Completely overdressed for a classroom she now was waiting for the ferret to
arrive. The noise her heels made when she tapped the floor was the only thing
she could hear. The witches eyes were covered in dark eyeshadow and silver
glitter and her cheeks were glowing. She knew how many friends her brothers had
and she definitely wanted to dress to impress. 
"Come on, Malfoy. I don't have all day!" The girl groaned before wincing
heavily when suddenly an object was chucked on the floor.
"Neither do I." 
Dracos voice was rather annoyed. The blond boy slouched into a seat, looking at
the Weasley. "I had hoped you wouldn't show up. I have better things to do."
Breathe, Ginny. 
"So do I." She responded. Ginny really did not want to be there and Malfoy
didn't make it any easier for her. "Oh, do you now? So you didn't dress up just
for me? What a shame!" Dracos sarcastic tone was pushing her closer and closer
to her tolerance level. 
She wondered why he actually showed up. He really couldn't care so much about
his education, could he? And why didn't his father just hire a professional
tutor?
Ginny sighed and opened her book, glancing at her finger nails that she
manicured earlier in a dark grey. 
"Okay, what do you struggle with the most?" She asked monotonously. But the boy
wouldn't answer. After a few more seconds she looked up to face him. 
Damn, he looked tired! He looked back at Ginny but at the same time it seemed
like he was looking into an abyss. His eyes were dull and clinical. The corners
of his eyes were purple and towards his cheekbones the purple faded into a pale
grey and his chapped lips looked like they lost colour all together. His hair
was clean but a complete mess. Draco must have just gotten up from a nap. 
"Listen, Malfoy. Neither of us wants to be here right now, a'right? But the
sooner you start to cooperate the sooner we can get the fuck out of here!"
Her cussing made the boy look up. His mouth twitched slightly before he opened
it to speak.
"Someone is feeling fierce today!" 
That was it, the young witch already had enough. "Never mind, then!" She
exclaimed as she shut her book close loudly before chucking it into her
handbag. "Enjoy failing History of Magic. I'm sure, daddy will be so proud!"
Ginny hissed as she raised from her seat. Stomping, she made her way to the
door. With her heels clicking loudly and her flaming hair bouncing she grabbed
the doorknob but before she could twist it to escape this hell on earth, Draco
let out a small mumble.
"Wait, no."
Surprised, the Weasley girl spun around on her heel and looked at him, one
eyebrow raised. "What ?" She squinted, her green eyes darted on the Malfoy son.
He sighed. 
"Let's do this shit." 
Ginny ignored the sharp pain that shot through her system as she felt herself
biting her lower lip. What was going on? Was he joking or dead serious? What
changed his mind? A frown appeared on her forehead and she walked towards the
boy, crossing her arms.
"So, you changed your mind? You actually want to do this?"
"Well...I can't say I want to but I do not really have a choice. So let's get
it over with." Draco spoke gently but the usual arrogance still lingered in the
tone. 
"This is not something you can just learn in one session. It's a lot and will
probably take more than just one or two afternoons, you know?" 
The girl was still standing with her arms crossed, looking down to the other.
He avoided eye contact but nodded slightly before opening a book. 
"Where do we start?" 
"How about the beginning?"
 
*-*-*-*
Hermiones skin never looked so smooth as in that exact moment - at least in her
opinion it never did. She topped up her skin with a little bit of blusher
before reaching for her nude toned lipstick. She had almost grabbed it but her
hand froze and her eyes darted over to the golden tube next to it. It was a
sultry red lipstick that she bought after watching an old film and adoring the
dark lips on the actress. The witch never thought she would ever wear it but
now that she was looking at it she was very tempted. Slowly her fingers wrapped
around the beautiful packaging and she unclasped the lid before turning up the
bullet. Gently she glided it along her lips before rubbing them together and
throwing the lip product into her purse. 
Satisfaction spread through the girls body as she checked everything in the
mirror. Proud of herself, Hermione stood up to pick up the dress she was going
to wear to the twins' housewarming party. It was a short, dark golden dress
that she would pair with a pair of black sandals. Never in a million years the
girl would have thought that the way you dress and present yourself could make
you feel so much more confident. 
Taking the jacket off her chair, she quickly grabbed her broom and was all
ready to go. She was told the address and remembered being close to their
apartment before so finding it should be fairly easy. Harry, Ron and Cho
already found their way to Fred and George but Hermione wanted to quickly
revise for Arithmancy on Monday. She wanted to go with Ginny at first but it
seemed like her best friend was stuck with the ferret for another hour or two,
so she swung her legs over her broom and made her way to the new apartment. 
Before the young witch could knock on the wooden door in front of her somebody
already opened it. A widely grinning George stood in front of her, a bottle in
his hand. 
"About time, Granger!" The Weasley twin grinned as he motioned her to come in. 
Hermione snickered quietly before she entered the apartment. "Good to see you
too, George!" She laughed and took a look around. There were still quite a lot
of boxes spread over the floor but it already looked rather homey. The living
room and kitchen were combined in one big room. Multiple rugs were scattered on
the wooden floor and two dark leather couches were placed in the middle. The
kitchen was not big but for sure was big enough for the twins. 
Harry, Ron, Cho and Fred were sat on the couches, together with three other
people she didn't recognise, and looked at her, welcoming her with kind words
and a wave.
"Here, have one!" 
The witch flinched slightly at the movements of the boy as he held a bottle of
what looked like beer in front of her nose. "Oh. No, I'm good, thank you." She
declined friendly before taking off her coat and sitting down next to Ron. She
had tried regular beer before but it just did not taste nice in her opinion so
she stuck with butterbeer. "Are you sure? Would you like something else? You
don't really want to be the only sober one here, do you?" Fred chuckled,
watching her face as she frowned. 
The only sober one? Did they all intend on getting drunk? "Uhm…" She muttered.
Is this what everyone means when they talked about "pressure to fit in"? "Give
her what I have!" Chos gentle voice ripped her out of her thoughts and before
Hermione could even ask herself what the Ravenclaw was talking about, George
already handed her an ice cold can and a glass of ice. "Thank you." She mumbled
as she inspected the writing on the aluminium. Vodka and lime it said. 
One can't hurt, she thought to herself as she popped the can open to pour the
clear liquid into her glass. Cho was holding Harrys hand as he and Ron engulfed
into a conversation about Quidditch. The three guys Hermione didn't recognise
were chatting to George about their shop as Hermione started to sip on her
drink. If she didn't already know that it contained alcohol she would never
have guessed it. It just tasted like normal, flavoured soda. 
She was never a party girl. Parties were loud, crowded and smelled weird. She
preferred staying home on her own with a nose in a book but she promised
herself she would give it another shot. This one seemed to start out fine but
slowly but surely more people arrived. Someone turned the music up and after
about an hour and a half she couldn't even go to the bathroom without
accidentally bumping into people. Incredibly uncomfortable, Hermione raised
from her chair where she just chatted to Fred after having her third drink. She
enjoyed them so much more than she thought she would have. 
When the witch stood up the room suddenly started to spin slightly. She frowned
as it took a couple of seconds to get used to that sensation and she slowly
started to make her way to the toilet. She could still think clearly but her
surroundings seemed to be slightly out of focus. The music was blasting but it
almost felt like the blood rushing through her ears was overpowering the sound
of the singer.
She wasn't getting drunk, was she?
Surely not. It's only been three glasses of whatever it was that she was
drinking. For now she'd stick with snacks, she thought to herself as she washed
her hands and dried them on some paper towels.
And maybe some fresh air would be good. 
After Hermione reapplied some of her lipstick she found her way to the small
balcony that was attached to the twins' apartment. Surprised by how nobody was
on it she enjoyed a few moments on her own. The cold night air felt like heaven
on her flustered cheeks. Her curls were moved by the gentle breeze when she
leaned on the wood, looking down to the city. They had a fantastic view. 
"You a'right, Mione?" A familiar voice, once again, almost made her have a
heart attack. 
"Merlin, if I go grey soon, it will be because of you two!" She exclaimed,
laughing at herself for flinching. Fred flashed a cheeky smile at her as he
passed her a pint glass filled with a purple liquid. "Here. It's the same drink
you had earlier but a different flavour. I thought you'd like it." He shrugged
and Hermione took the glass. 
It was much bigger and way heavier than the ones she had earlier. Also, she
noticed that there was no ice in it this time. Carefully she sipped on it and
her eyes widened. "What flavour is this? It tastes incredible!" She happily
exclaimed before taking another sip. It tasted like juice! 
"It's blackberry. I knew you'd enjoy it." Fred grinned before shutting the door
behind him, now standing on the balcony with her. As soon as the door shut the
loud noise now fully disappeared. It must have been a charm the twins put on
the apartment so the neighbour couldn't complain about loud music or any kind
of loud noises. 
Freds cheeks were almost matching his hair and the first two buttons of his
shirt were undone. His dark pants were held up with a belt and he looked
overall really…smart. The twins were always popular, even with girls. Whenever
one of them ended up hooking up with someone everybody knew the next day
because none of these girls could ever keep their mouth shut. But never did she
hear about either of the twins being in a serious relationship. 
"I'm glad to hear that your shop is going so well." Hermione said before using
the straw in the glass to drink some more. Fred grinned. "Thanks. We are really
glad about it too. Couldn't've imagined another year with Snape!" He chuckled
and Hermione rolled her eyes in response.
"Tell me about it. The year just started a couple of weeks ago and you can
already see the fear in everyones eyes. Almost amusing, really." 
The Weasley twin had a glass in what seemed to be fire whiskey in his hand and
chugged the liquid down his throat.
How many did he have?
He put the glass on a small table next to the door before offering a hand to
Hermione. "Let's go back inside, everybody probably already wonders where we
have been and you don't want them to start talking, do ya?" He flashed her his
typical cheeky grin and she shook her head, laughing before grabbing his hand.
As she started to walk everything started to spin again. The music was too
loud, the apartment smelled like sweat and alcohol. It almost made her feel so
nauseous that she now was craving some ice cold water to snap her out of it.
But since all she had was that big glass of alcoholic juice, that was what she
drank. Her left hand was still held by Fred as he directed them into the
kitchen area. Once there he let go of her small fingers and she saw the shock
in his widened eyes.
"Did you just drink all that?" He asked, looking at her now almost empty glass.
Hermione did not even notice that she actually sucked that much liquid through
the straw. Fred bursted out laughing as he took the glass away from her. "And I
thought you didn't really drink! Boy, I was wrong!" The twin snickered as he
accepted a shot glass that George passed him. "Cheers!" He grinned as he downed
the clear alcohol before putting the small glass away. 
It felt like Hermione couldn't stop smiling. Her resistance against alcohol
lessened more and more by the second. Her cheeks were now burning hot and even
though she knew she should probably eat something she just could not be
bothered. The witch did not feel hungry; she felt actually rather full. And
chatty. 
It was like the young girl just couldn't stop talking. Her and Fred were
standing at the kitchen counter for what felt like hours. As far as she was
aware she spoke about how nervous she was to fail this year but Fred reassured
her that she would do just fine. 
"I was pretty speechless after I saw you at Hogwarts yesterday, you know? You
look…different." 
If her cheeks weren't bright red before they for sure were now. "Yeah…I thought
I'd try something…different." She copied his choice of words before a shy smile
creeped up on her lips. Hermione could see him gulping quietly. "Ginny had the
idea last summer and we thought why not." The girl shrugged and received a nod
as response. "She's growing up pretty fast. It's driving Ron mad, did you know
that? To him she is still the little girl. But as soon as Ginny turned three we
just knew she'd grow up really fast." Fred chuckled before squinting his eyes
slightly, reaching for Hermiones cheeks with his right hand. As she flinched he
looked her into the eyes. "You've got some lipstick on your jaw." He spoke
softly before cupping the girls' soft, flustered cheek and wiping away the
pigment with his thumb. 
Hermione froze under his touch and it was like she almost forgot to breathe.
Didn't he bring her inside so people wouldn't talk? She opened her lips but it
seemed like she forgot how to speak. Was this the alcohol? The noise of blood
rushing through her ears returned and the world around her started to spin once
more. Everything but Fred. He shared a brief look with her before retracting
his hand. 
Clearing her throat she looked down at her feet before looking around to make
sure none of her friends saw this little moment she and Fred just shared. That
is when she realised that Ginny was still not here. Was she alright?
Suddenly her cheeks started to burn more than they did before and her vision
started to become blurry. Were the results of the drink kicking in? 
Long fingers wrapped around the witches' waist as she accidentally tripped over
her own feet. Heels were a silly idea. When Hermione looked up she found that
Fred was the one stopping her from falling onto the floor. She gave him a
grateful smile but her smile and giggled sheepishly. The boy carried a smirk
that only the Weasleys could master as he leaned down to put his lips close to
her ear. His whisper sent shivers down the girls' spine and she involuntarily
bit her lower lip. 
"Let me show you the rest of the flat." The twin murmured in her ear as he once
again reached for the hand of Hermione. Being used to holding hands in crowds
she thought nothing of it and let him direct her out of the living room and
even past the bathroom she found earlier. His hands were nice and cold despite
it being incredibly hot in the lounge. The young witch giggled as Fred was the
one now floundering but he could catch himself on the wall, bursting out
laughing. "Whoops!" The boy chuckled now letting go of Hermiones hand.
Immediately she longed for the cold touch to even out her body temperature
again. 
As she now took a look around she found two wooden doors. "That's Georgies
bedroom" Fred snickered, pointing to the one on the left. "And this" He opened
the door to the right, "is my room." 
Hermione stepped closer to it and peaked into the room. It was nicely sized, a
king sized bed with mismatched sheets was the centrepiece. An old wardrobe and
desk were shoved onto the wall to her left and a big, red rug with fringes was
placed in front of the bed. It was a little messy but not dirty. Just how she
expected it to be. "This is so you, isn't it?" She grinned and turned around to
look at him, only to find him standing much closer than she expected. Her spin
almost made her lose her balance but once again the Weasley stabilised her by
her hips.
"You looked incredible tonight." He whispered and the witch could smell the
whiskey in his breath. His eyes were darker than normal and she could detect
pearls of sweat on his cheeks and forehead. Frozen in her movements she
couldn't speak but she could feel her blood rushing to her head. Her heart
started beating so fast Hermione became concerned that something might have
been wrong but all these thoughts were not important right now. "Let me kiss
you…" The redhead mumbled, his voice raspy and deep. His body was so close to
hers that she could feel him breathing heavily. His face was already very close
to hers before she could manage to respond with a shaky "O-okay." 
His lips crashed onto hers with force and Hermione whined quietly before
returning the strong and passionate kiss. Her exposed back was pressed against
a cold, brick wall and before she could even put one and one together, he had
lifted her up and her legs twined around the boys' waist. The kiss was wet and
hard and it was definitely not how Hermione expected kissing to be like. 
It felt like her whole body was caught on fire. Freds hands were everywhere. On
her cheeks, on her hips, on her legs…
When his lips wandered to her neck she could finally catch her breath. She did
not dare to open her eyes as it still felt like an intense dream that simply
couldn't, or rather shouldn't be reality. "Oh!" Hermione cried out when Fred
sucked on the delicate skin on her neck and her hand buried deeper into his
soft, ginger hair. "Fuck" Fred coughed out before kissing her lips once again.
He grabbed her thighs and moved into the room before shutting the door with his
foot. With a quick motion and a quiet "bumph", Hermione landed on a oft
mattress and before she could fully realise what was going on, the Weasley twin
already hovered over her and pressed his lips back on hers. 
What was she doing?! Everything seemed to happen incredibly fast. Her mind
simply could not keep up with her actions. She would lie if she said she was
not turned on but was this really happening? 
She knew the boy for years but never thought about him like that. Was he
attractive? Well, she guessed so but at the end of the day he was the brother
of her best friends. And yet here she was, letting him kiss and touch her. And
she enjoyed it. Guilt kept coming back to the surface but was quickly drowned
by another wet kiss. 
His cold hands slid under her golden dress and her goosebumps intensified. 
Wait. What was he...Oh fuck. 
Without a warning she felt his fingers on her burning hot labia and she gasped
loudly. No. This was wrong. What was she thinking? That's right. She wasn't
thinking.
She consentionally let this happen. Only one word and he would stop. One word
and he would get off her and she could walk out. One word and she could just go
back to Hogwarts. 
Hermione wasn't sure if it was the alcohol that wouldn't let her say the word
or if it was actually herself but she decided to let him continue. Freds lips
were everywhere. She didn't even remember him taking off her knickers. The
noise of a belt being undone made her listen up. For the first time since he
kissed her she opened her eyes. 
The boy was hovering over her, his shirt was covered in red lipstick and so
were his neck and lips. She could now taste the salt of his sweat on her lips
as she ran her tongue over them. 
Their eyes met and suddenly it all felt too real. Was she really doing this?
When Hermione first read about masturbation she was curious to find out. That
was a couple of years ago. Lust and desire was nothing new for the bright
seventeen year old. But never in a million years she thought about losing her
virginity to Fred Weasley. A boy she knew since she was twelve. A boy who was
never even a close friend. A boy who was only in the picture because he was her
best friends brother.
This shouldn't be happening. 
Freds adams apple moved when he gulped before continuing to take off his belt
along with his pants. Her legs were quivering with anticipation as she leaned
her head back, closing her eyes. As much as she tried to relax, she just
couldn't. She heard the pants dropping on the floor but still didn't dare to
look. A squeal escaped her lips as he grabbed her by her calfs and pulled her
closer to the bed edge. Without a warning she could feel his length on her
entrance. Did he know she was still a virgin?
His next move showed that he didn't as he rammed his manhood into her tight,
unprepared core. A hand rushed to her mouth to over up her scream, her body
became stiffer than it was before. "Fuck, Fred!" She cried out but he seemed to
think she cried in pleasure. Tears shot into the girls' eyes and slowly ran
down her cheeks and temples as the Weasley kept up with a hard and fast pace. 
This was definitely not what she thought it would be. It hurt. It felt like she
was being ripped apart from the inside but her clouded mind wouldn't let her
say a word. She lost track of time. It could've been minutes but it felt like
hours before Fred finally shivered to release inside of her. The boy stopped
thrusting and just collapsed next to her. Her hands were shaking and more tears
welled up in her eyes. 
What did she do. 
Hermione didn't dare to look at Fred and was filled with relief when she heard
his quiet, deep snoring. The girl stared at the ceiling, feeling vulnerable as
ever. Her whole body showed signs of a tremor and she finally couldn't hold
back her tears. She didn't dare to look at the Weasley as she was looking for
her underwear that must have been dropped somewhere around the bed. 
"What. The. Fuck, Hermione!" 
Oh by Merlin, please let this not be true. 
"Ginny, I..." Hermione stuttered but when she turned around, the girl already
disappeared, leaving the door widely open. 
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