MetaFic

A drabble inspired by the talk of a bonded H&G who lean to the dark side. Terribly unbeta'd.

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If she gives me one more pitying look like that I will hex her into next week.

Ginny Weasley was getting sick and tired of the way in which Hermione Granger was treating her. She knew the older girl meant well, but it was the patronising way she did it that irked so much. Like most do-gooders who thought they knew best, Hermione was not be dissuaded in her attempts to 'save' Ginny Weasley and made it her business, welcome or not, to stick her oar into Ginny's life.

She sat opposite Hermione, ignoring Dumbledore's droning, all the while fighting the urge to pull her wand on the girl. She supposed that she should be feeling guilty about having released the monster that had petrified Hermione, but at this point in time she had began to feel exactly the opposite.

Why couldn't the girl just understand that all that I want to do was just shrinking into the background and have everyone forget all about it?

Dumbledore had now finished and Ginny wondered whether she could slip out now or whether she'd have to listen to the presentation of the house cup. Her thoughts were interrupted by a voice, that although familiar, was definitely not her own.

Oh for Merlin's sake, the voice said in exasperation, just give it a rest! The girl feels bad enough as it is without all your do-gooding. I'm going to make sure that I get to know Ginny this summer. If I'd have bothered with her before and not given into Ron's pushing her away this would never have happened.

The voice seemed so familiar to Ginny that she couldn't help but respond.

I know! What a windbag! How does anyone put up with her?

Partly pity, partly homework, and partly... well she does have some er good moments

Really?

Really. Honestly, she does.

You don't sound convinced.

I am.

Okay, I'll believe you. But that doesn't really stop her from being annoying.

I know.

You said that already.

Did I?

Yes.

Sorry.

That's okay.

And then it dawned on Ginny that she been having a conversation with a stray voice that had just happened t wander into her head. Hadn't she learned anything her recent experiences? But the voice had seemed so familiar. She let that thought hang there as she pondered what was happening.

You know what really annoys, what will shut her up?

The voice was back. It was reassuring, familiar and friendly. The friendship was unforced; there was no false innocence about it, no attempt to beguile her.

What? She asked before her commonsense could stop her.

Her bra strap. Hates having it pinged. It's Ron's favourite pastime.

It will be until he gets to play with the front of the bra, she laughed.

For a girl that had berated herself from being seduced by a diary and had vowed to be on her guard night and day, she was doing a good job of throwing caution to the wind. But it was good to laugh after all she'd gone through, wasn't it?

So you think that as well, do you?

Yes.

So are you going to shut her up or shall I?

You can.

No way, I'm not doing that in front of everybody!

Coward.

Am not.

And you the boy-who- lived...

And then it dawned on her just who it was that she was speaking to. She turned and looked at the boy who was sitting just a few places away from her and offered Harry Potter cautious smile.

All the more reason than me not to do it. I don't want to be seen to be abusing my status, do I?

And I, the girl who nearly set of Voldemort loose on the world do want to be seen as picking on Muggle-borns.

Point taken.

They were both silent again. Ginny wasn't sure whether it was because she couldn't decide which of them was to pick on Hermione, or whether it was the fact that Harry Potter was talking to her in her head as if he was sitting next to her and whispering in her ear.

If only we could do it without being seen.

Even the twins couldn't pull that off on this public place.

She heard his laughter and joined in. As the laughter continued, she pictured Hermione's black bra strap being pinged by an invisible hand.

Hermione wears black bras?

Hermione wears black lacy bras.

No wonder Ron wants to ping them.

The voice in her head, encouraged by the knowledge that Hermione Granger had a thing for black lacy underwear, laughed even louder and she became aware of his own imagining of the bra being pinged.

And then it happened.

"Ron!" Hermione screamed as she turned towards Ginny's brother.

"What?" Ron mumbled through a mouthful of spotted dick.

Without a word of explanation, Hermione slapped him in the face before busying her self with her now loose accoutrements.

"Bloody hell, woman! What in Merlin's name was that for?"

Hermione turned back towards Ron and fixed him with a stare that would have done a basilisk proud. he wilted under her gaze and after ladling more custard into his bowl went back eating pudding, all the time muttering about 'mad women'.

Ginny laughed out loud.

And so did Harry.

And although Hermione tried to give both of them the same withering stare that she had given Ron, they were both too amused to be affected by it.

Does Hermione have any other items of clothing that we could loosen?

No.

Pity.

I know. But...

… yes?

There are plenty of other girls in Gryffindor who have made my life hell this year.

Lead on, dear.

My pleasure.

And hopefully mine too.