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Hermione and Ginny walked into the castle, Hermione’s head still swimming with the fact that someone used a charm against Ginny. Sure, it certainly wasn’t a bad charm that was used against her, but it certainly wasn’t good. Nor was it comfortable, Hermione would wager to guess. No one liked to be tickled endlessly. She wondered who used the charm and why. Surely to get a laugh at Ginny’s expense. If Hermione didn’t know better, she’d say it sounded like something Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin girls would do. But she hadn’t seen any of them in the courtyard with Hermione and Ginny.
Pushing the mystery of the who cast the tickling charm out of her mind, Hermione focused on more pressing matters. Like what they were going to do when Voldemort attacked. And he was surely to attack soon. He had to be bidding his time, waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike. Hermione didn’t like to think about it but she knew that, no matter what, she’d need to help Harry rid the world of him once and for all.
She could feel eyes on the back of her neck, causing her hair to stand up, and she glanced over her shoulder. Odd, she didn’t see anyone looking at her. She wondered what caused her sixth sense to spike – then promptly laughed at herself. Sixth sense? She sounded like Trelawney, the old fraud. And she didn’t ever want to sound like her.
Walking into the Great Hall, the smell of Steak-and-Kidney pie wafted through her nostrils, leaving her lightheaded with hunger. It was only then that she realized she had yet to eat today. Right on cue, her stomach growled, and she grinned sheepishly at Ginny’s raised eyebrows. “Whoops.”
“Forget to eat again, Mione?” Ginny asked, voice knowing.
Hermione shrugged a sheepish shoulder. “I got distracted with homework and then helping you outside. The time just slipped away from me.” She hated to admit this; Harry and Ron were constantly pestering her to take a break from her studies and do normal things, like eat at the appropriate hour. She was just bad about remembering to do that.
Ginny chuckled, bumping her shoulder with hers. “Well come on, let’s go get something to eat. My brother would kill me if I didn’t get you fed.”
Hermione laughed, still with the sense that someone was watching her. She pushed it out of her mind; she didn’t want to focus on it, namely because she couldn’t figure out who was watching her. She didn’t know if anyone as. Following Ginny to the Gryffindor table, she sat down and pulled a dish of food towards her. It was time to eat.
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Hermione pulled her quills and parchment towards her, starting fresh on a blank piece of parchment. She knew that if she wanted to make good grades on her OWLs this year, she had to do the best job that she could. Ginny was kind enough to be studying with her, the redheaded girl not undergoing her own OWLs until the following year. Hermione was grateful beyond belief for the help that Ginny was providing her with.
It wasn’t like she could study with Ron or Harry this early in the school year. Her friends didn’t take their studies as seriously as Hermione did. At least Ginny was willing to be able to help her. She didn’t have to give up her free time but here she was, working on a Saturday morning. Especially in the fall. When the weather was nice and cool but not brutally cold, yet.
“Thanks again, Gin,” Hermione said, writing her essay and detailing it as much as possible. Ginny had kicked off her shoes and Hermione debated doing that herself but she didn’t want to get her feet dirty, so she bypassed that idea altogether. She knew that if Ginny knew why she wasn’t taking off her shoes, the firecracker of a girl would most likely tease her in a gentle ribbing fashion. Hermione just didn’t want to get her feet dirty.
“You’re welcome, Mione,” Ginny replied, flipping the page in one of her school books. “Besides, this gives me an early start on studying for my own exams. I know they’re a year away but if I’ve learned anything from you, Hermione, its that you can never be too prepared.”
Hermione smiled smally. She liked the fact that Ginny agreed with her. Her studies were so important to her; an integral part of her life that she didn’t know what she would do if she didn’t have it as a part of her life anymore. She knew that she would always be a studious student; that the professors appreciated her hard work, and she was glad about that.
Sure, she got taunted because of how book smart and oriented she was. Ron often made her the butt of some of his well, rather cruel jokes, but she knew he meant it in a joking mannerism. She didn’t think that if she had still been in the muggle world, going to a muggle school, she would have fared any easier. She thought the kids there would have made fun of her as well.
Tucking a loose tendril of her busy hair back behind her ear impatiently, Hermione went back to looking over her notes. Ginny and she studied for a solid hour before they decided to go back into the castle to meet up with Harry and Ron. Ginny stood up first and slipped her feet back into her shoes, automatically starting to giggle as she gasped for air. “Agh! These – shoes – are – charmed!”
Hermione furrowed her brow, staring down at the shoes in bewilderment. Who on earth had time to put a tickle-charm on the shoes and not show themselves while doing it? She almost wanted to say it seemed like something a Slytherin would do but the more she thought about it, the more she realized that a Slytherin would have put a curse on the shoes. “Hold still, Gin!”
Hermione waved her wand, muttering an incantation underneath her breath as she lifted the charm from the redhead’s shoes. Ginny gasped for air as her laughter died down and Hermione looked around. She didn’t see anyone that didn’t belong but she was curious as to who would take the time to charm her friend’s shoes. “Thanks, Mione!”
“Are you okay?” Hermione asked, looking back at her friend. She glanced around the courtyard one more time, and sill didn’t see anyone. “Honestly, that seems like something a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff would do. It wasn’t a jinx, was it? Didn’t hurt you?”
“No, no,” Ginny shook her head. “Just bothersome. Come on let’s get – hey, what’s that?”
Hermione glanced around, spotting something shimmering in the courtyard. “I’m – I’m not sure. Looks like a protective charm of some sort.”
“Do you think someone is there?” Ginny asked.
“I don’t know but let’s go back into the castle before anymore charms hit you,” Hermione replied, quickening her pace as she hurried towards the castle once more.
An unknown face, an unknown record, an almost famous name. An undeniable sense of fashion. It was almost like the brief for this mission was written for Gabrielle. They needed her, and eager to please to please and to advance in her career, Gabrielle said yes. The brief was simple really. Get herself inside the Dark Desires business empire and find out all she could about the details. It was rumoured that the empire was a front from something else. Her superiors weren’t sure what that something was, but Gabrielle needed to find out.
It was a bright and breezy day her first day on the job. Gabrielle dressed to kill. It was summer and that meant she lived in summer dresses. The material brushed the edge of her thighs and she walked and her high heel wedges went click clack click clack against the pavement. The sun beamed down on the paving stones beneath her, giving the streets a glow as she walked.
The boutique was easy to find. Located almost in the centre of town, it attracted a fashionable well-heeled crowd and Gabrielle didn’t stick out at all as she perused the rails, picking out a dress here, a puffed sleeve blouse there. She carefully rested her items across her arms and took a sneaky look around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. People were browsing the rails just as she was, there was a slight queue at the fitting room, and a customer had just been served at the bank of tills.
Pretending to look over the dress on the hanger, Gabrielle wondered what on earth she was supposed to do. Things here seemed entirely normal here, but Gabrielle knew appearances were deceiving. She would not be here otherwise. She took a deep breath and looked around once more. She had decided. She took the dress to the bank of tills and greeted the assistant.
“Excuse me, but perhaps you could tell me if Ms. Parkinson is available?” Gabrielle asked with a small smile on her face. It was a great grin, but smaller, a small hint at the corner of her mouth, nothing to cause suspicion. “I am somewhat an old friend; it would be so lovely to see her again.”
Ginny Weasley was late. This usually only happened on the mornings she overslept from the night before – having stayed up in the early hours of the morning to cram for her OWLs. She was studying her brains out and she knew that at the very least, she should achieve at least a couple of “O’s”. She knew that all the hard work and effort she put into studying would pay off, but it seriously diminished her time with Harry. The fact that Harry Potter had finally returned her feelings she had harbored since first seeing him on the train was a relief in and of itself. She didn’t think he would ever return those feelings. Of course, she had dated different guys while waiting for him to catch up to her. Dean, Michael, they were great. But they weren’t Harry. And that’s what hurt their chances most of all.
But, back to the issue at hand. Ginny was late and Hermione was going to murder her. She hurriedly threw on clothes, dressing haphazardly as she dashed around the fifth-years dormitory. She knew that if she was late, Ginny would never hear the end of it from Hermione. So, with that thought in mind, she rushed around, trying to get dressed and get everything she needed for the morning study session. Why she had agreed to a study session on a Saturday morning was beyond her, but she had, and here she was.
Rushing out of the dormitory, she flew down the stairs, nodding at the few people who called out to her in the early morning stillness. That was the other thing. She had agreed to the study session being at the crack of dawn and now she was seriously regretting her input on the matter. She should have just told Hermione she’d study on her own later during the day but the bushy-haired girl had been so eager to impart her wisdom from her own OWLs experience, that Ginny didn’t have the heart to say no. So, again, here she was.
Hurrying out of the Fat Lady’s portrait, Gin cut through some short cuts she had learned some years prior – thanks, Fred, and George! – and hurried down to the Great Hall. She skidded to a stop at the Gryffindor table and spotted Harry and Ron already sitting down, eating breakfast and presumably, discussing Quidditch tactics for their upcoming match against Slytherin. Ginny sat down in the empty space by Harry and pulled a bowl of porridge towards herself. “Morning.”
“Morning, Ginny,” Harry replied, grinning at her warmly. She still felt the butterflies she felt all those years ago when she first set eyes on him. The only difference this time was the fact that she wasn’t prone to mishaps in his presence. Like, sticking her elbow in the butter dish. Yeah, not one of her finer moments. She leaned over and kissed him, relishing the warmth that was Harry Potter, then she looked at Ron.
“Where’s Hermione?” Ginny asked him as he took a large bite of his Kipper. Swallowing his food, he shrugged.
“Dunno,” he replied. “Said something about wanting to get out to the Great Lake to study with someone.”
“Yeah, me,” Ginny said, waving a hand at herself. She clanged her spoon around her bowl as she ate in a hurry, then she was standing to her feet moments later. She waved at Harry and Ron. “See you guys later.”
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Once out down by the Great Lake, it was fairly easy to spot Hermione, thanks to her mane of hair. She walked down the sloping hills towards her, calling out to her when she got nearer. “Hey, Mione.”
Hermione turned around, brightening at Ginny the next moment. “Hi, Gin.”
Ginny sat down on the ground, kicking off her shoes as she pulled out the notes she had promised she’d bring to their study session. “Sorry I’m, er, late. Had a bit of a late start this morning.” She scratched her head, shrugging sheepishly the next moment. Hermione waved her off and together, they started what was going to undoubtedly be a long and daunting study session. Ginny could hardly wait.
