Burrow, Girly Plans and Make-up. Hermione and Harry go to the Burrow. Ginny decides on some girly plans and make-up isn't Hermione's idea of fun at the best of times.
“I’m already afraid.” Harry and Ron said. Hermione looked at them in disbelief.
“You’re afraid? You don’t even have to suffer this torture.”
“Ginny, Molly! Anyone!” Harry called into the house once we walked in through the back door. Sure enough we heard them come thundering down the stairs, I glared at Harry who just smiled.
“Hermione!” Molly shouted as soon as she saw me embracing me into a bone-crushing-bear-hug.
“Molly, I can’t breathe.” I told her as I felt the air being pressed from my body.
“Oh I’m sorry dear, but it is just so good to see you. Come on, sit down, I’m about to start lunch. How does a pot of tea sound in the mean time?” she asked me, I smiled gratefully but Harry piped up before I could.
“Molly, we’ve still got our coffees but thanks for the offer.” I shot Harry a thank-you look he smiled and drank another mouthful of his coffee.
“We have definitely got to plan a girly night. How about we go into muggle London and go clubbing?” Ginny asked me, as she dragged me into the living room.
“Ginny partying isn’t me.”
“Hermione, you’re single, you didn’t have fun last night, I bet you just came over from work. You’re coming with me tonight.”
“What do I wear?” I asked her resignedly.
“Well, because you’re single I would suggest a short shirt, shirt or top. After lunch we are going to your flat and see what you have...” She trailed off, I looked behind me to see Harry frantically waving his hands and shaking his head as I turned around he tried to pass it off as something. “Harry what are the bird impressions for?”
“’Mione don’t kill me- she hasn’t been back to her flat.”
“Why on earth not? Hang on one moment, where did you go last night?”
“My parents house.” I responded simply.
“What the manor?”
“No, my old home, my adoptive-parent’s house.”
“Oh, oops sorry.”
“It’s alright, not your fault. If somebody wasn’t doing the bird impressions.” I muttered darkly, Harry gulped and inched slowly from the room. As soon as he’d closed the door we both burst out into laughter.
“Hey, that was cruel and un-necessary I should report you both for bird impressionist cruelty.” Harry mocked anger and disappointment sticking his head through the door after hearing our laughter.
“Oh fly back to your coop bird-boy!” Ginny told him. “Getting back to you, well if you don’t want to go back home you can always borrow some of my stuff.”
“I don’t think I’d fit into your clothes.”
“Nonsense you’re slim ‘Mione and if you start thinking yourself as fat I will have to hex you.” she told me I rolled my eyes, there was no way she wasn’t letting this go ahead.
“Lunch!” Molly called and we went into the kitchen.
“Hello, we’re home!” A few voices called out, we turned towards the living room door and sure enough there were three of the Weasley men- Arthur, Ron and George.
“I hope I made enough.” Molly murmured nervously I smiled knowing Molly she’d made enough to feed an army but then again with four men at the table...
“’Mione, hey didn’t know you were here.”
“Well I wasn’t exactly expecting to be but Harry persuaded me with the promise of Molly’s cooking.”
“Good of yah Harry.” He said smiling, he obviously had been given the warning looks from everyone else at the table.
“So anyway, Harry you must drag her- if necessary- here as soon as work ends.”
“Do I want to know?” Ron asked looking between the three of us.
“I’m taking ‘Mione here clubbing tonight. Only goodness knows she needs it.”
“Gee thanks Ginny.”
“Anytime ‘Mione anytime.”
“I’m already afraid.” Harry and Ron said. I looked at them in disbelief.
“You’re afraid? You don’t even have to suffer this torture.”
“That’s the spirit ‘Mione if all else fails you can tick off- I’ve been to a club- on your long list of things you have to do before you go all old and grey.” Ginny told me all too cheerfully hugging me a grin plastered on her face as she got her own way.
“This just keeps getting better and better.” I muttered turning back to the delicious onion soup before me. Normally I wouldn’t touch the stuff but whatever Molly did with her cooking it worked. After the lunch with a large slice of the double chocolate cake which she’d made in my bag Harry, Ron, Arthur and I all went back to the ministry.
“Don’t be going running off or I’ll have to track you down.” Harry told me mock-sternly as he opened the door to my office.
“I wouldn’t dream of it Mr. Potter after all you’re my superior.” I told him with a smile, he laughed and walked away. For the afternoon and early evening I worked through the last pieces of paperwork sometimes someone would drop by and ask whether I could check through their paperwork before they submitted the report.
Normally I would be irritated but right now I needed the distraction. Five to seven Harry knocked at my office door. “One minute Harry I just need to check this for Cathy.”
“Well I did promise Ginny at seven so you have a few minutes.” He told me leaning on one of the walls. It only took me another minute to check through the last paragraph then I was done. “Tell me is it fun having a brain that works that fast?” I smiled at his comment.
“Sure when it’s not being overloaded by your demands.”
“What demands?” He asked me as I pulled on my coat gathering the files which belonged to other people.
“Well there was the first, second, third, fourth, fifth, and sixth years at Hogwarts. Then what would have been our seventh year at Hogwarts you required my services chasing around for pieces of soul. So yeah it’s been pretty overloaded.” I told him as I handed in the files in at the reception desk and we both signed out.
“Fine guilty as charged.” He told me putting his hands up in surrender.
“Straight to Azkaban with you then.” I joked.
“Oh hah-hah very funny.” He teased back as we walked down to the courtyard in the ministry waiting for Arthur and Ron to turn up so we could go to the burrow together. They appeared about twenty minutes later, Harry and I chatting about the old times Harry apologizing for at least the hundredth time that I didn’t get to become head girl or finish my education because of him.
“Ready to go?” Arthur asked us, we all nodded like children we once were with Arthur being the concerned parent.
We apparated from the ministry to the burrow boundaries, the ministry still kept the protection on the property because of many different reasons but the main one was because they all fought against the dark lord, and Harry was there for quite a lot of the time.
“Harry, ‘Mione about time. Harry I told you no later than seven it’s now 12minutes past.” Ginny complained as soon as we were through the door.
“That would be our fault Ginny.” Arthur confessed to his daughter, all of a sudden Harry and I were let off the hook.
“Fine, ‘Mione upstairs now!” she ordered shoving me from the room, all the men looked like they were about to burst out laughing. I glared at them and they stopped for all about three seconds. “Right I have three things picked out for you.” Ginny told me as soon as we entered her room, she sat me down on her bed and rushed over to her wardrobe pulling out combinations of things.
“Do I want to know what I’ll be wearing?” I asked apprehensively.
“Well you have the choice of this, this and this. Or these, or them.” Ginny told me hanging up multiple coat hangers on the back of her door. Two of which consisted of a very short skirt, the other was a pair of skinny jeans.
“Jeans.” I told her, Ginny chucked them at me.
“Then this top.” She told me throwing me another top to wear. “And I am going to do my disappearing act for a few minutes so you can get changed. Besides which I need to go over to your place and get your shoes.”
“I have shoes for clubbing?”
“Yes you do, I bought them two birthdays ago and these are the perfect time for you to wear them.” She announced happily, I was suddenly very worried. I decided it would be best for me to get changed whilst I had the peace and quiet. Ginny arrived back not more than five minutes later with a pair of what my mum would’ve called- killer heels- in her hands.
“Oh Gods.” I murmured looking at them, I would either fall over- which was very likely- or have incredibly sore feet by the end of this, this torture- again very likely.
“You’ll be fine, besides which I charmed them. You’ll feel absolutely no discomfort all night, and they’ll feel just like flats so even you will be able to walk in them.
“Thanks because normally there would be no way in hell I could walk let alone dance in them.” She smiled.
“And it’s all true. Now time for make-up.” she announced as I slipped on the shoes, she was right though my heel was about seven centimetres in the air it felt as though I was walking in flat shoes. Ginny had brought across a ton of makeup and was now applying the blusher, or at least I think it was blusher. “Close your eyes.” She told me and I felt her brushing on eye-shadow. “Ok I think you’re done so you ready to go out and enjoy yourself?”
“Oh yay.” I told her sarcastically she smirked wickedly.
“Just loosen up ‘Mione, you’ll be fine.” She told me and together we made it down the stairs. Amazingly I didn’t break my ankle.
“I admit it you were right these do actually feel no different to my normal flat shoes.”
“Told yah, bye Harry.” Ginny told him kissing him passionately Ron and I looked away from the couple.
“Have a good time Herms’.”
“Thanks Ron. You guys, have a good time to what are you doing again?”
“Harry has decided to introduce me to something he calls technology and we’re going to watch a film.”
“Sounds fun, now Harry play nice don’t turn him into a younger version of dad.” Ginny told them grabbing my hand and once again I found myself being dragged, but this time to the boundary line. “We’re apparating to the alleyway close to the club then we get to go through the side entrance because we’re important.” Ginny told me gleefully. This sounded like it could be a good night.
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