All About Us

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WARNING! Bitchy Ginny!

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Hermione had been fusing with her hair for the last half an hour. She knew that it was vain and that it shouldn’t matter as it was just dinner with friends. Her naturally curly hair was a halfway manageable mess. Even straightening irons couldn’t make it sleek to last for a whole day. Not that she wanted to replicate Ginny’s recent hairstyle, which was featured in all witch magazines.

Lowering her gaze to the vase which held all her brushes and hair accessories, she noticed a few hair sticks. Sure, it wasn’t in the recent fashion, but it made her hair stay in an updo. And as a miracle, the hairstyle went perfectly with her favourite dress- a red and gold flower print mandarin collared one which was quite modest and went just a little above her knee. Grabbing her coat she disapparated to Grimmauld Place, reminding herself that Harry likes her, just as a friend sadly, no matter what she looks like.

There are just so many things a man can do when he is bored in a house with no Muggle entertainments. Reading an endless amount of books was definitely not Harry’s number one entertainment. Oh how Harry had wished to have a TV and a computer in the house, but Ginny didn’t allow to have one, saying she felt ill around Muggle contraptions. So it had turned into another bullet point in Harry’s ‘bad husband’ list.

When the doorbell rang Harry rushed to open the door, almost tripping over Tipsy on the way.

When he opened the door, he had to hold his breath. Hermione looked so beautiful to him, prettier than any other woman before. He wished that he could push away a stray lock from her face and kiss her wind-flushed cheeks. Taking control of his improper thoughts he finally managed to string together a coherent sentence.

‘Come in, you’ll get cold standing outside.’ It was a true act of self control to not add that he could easily warm her up, just in case she felt cold.

‘Thank you. You seem a bit breathless. Did I interrupt something?’ Hermione asked, a slight blush rising in her cheeks.

‘No, no…I rushed to the door to let you in, as the elf might’ve forgotten that we’re expecting guests.’ He couldn’t tell her the truth that he had actually spent all day pondering on how it had felt to be on top of and how his mind wouldn’t stop conjuring images of him pulling up her workout top and feel her luscious curves.


Still lost in his thoughts he realised that he was now helping her take of her coat, and she was not objecting. However, standing so close behind her made his thoughts stick on the sensual side, so he quickly moved away to place her coat on the rack.

‘Would you like to have a drink while we wait for Ginny to come down?’ he asked, forcing himself not to notice how nicely the dress fit her. Gryffindor colours were definitely hers. Made him wonder whether her underwear was the same colour, he chastised himself about that. He was not supposed to think of his best friend’s knickers.

‘What would you like to drink?’ he tried to get into causal small talk whilst walking to the small bar shelf in the corner of the lounge.

‘I think a fire whiskey would be nice, if you have it.’ Actually, Hermione never drank alcohol before dinner, but this time she needed it. Having Harry in a homely setting in such a relaxed atmosphere was her undoing.

Harry took his time pouring the drinks, as he tried to avoid the inevitable sensual torture of sitting next to Hermione on the couch. The first sips of the fire whiskey relaxed him considerably, so it was very easy for him to talk about just anything what came to his mind, without worrying whether the topic was smart and fashionable. During the chat they got more comfortable on the couch, so Hermione had leaned back more thus giving Harry a good view of her shapely legs and the lacy top of her stockings. He knew that Hermione would never have sexual thoughts about him, so she wouldn’t intentionally tease him. However, he wished that things would be different. He felt such a pull towards Hermione. His mind was reeling with all the things he wanted to do to her and with her.

With Ginny things had been different. He had let her seduce him, and truthfully, it is not difficult to seduce a hormonal teenage boy. He was a little sad that she wasn’t a virgin when he first had her. The sex wasn’t great and the longer their relationship went on, the duller it got. He had married her in hopes to have a family like the Weasleys, but it didn’t happen. Ginny didn’t want to hear any suggestion to try for a baby, saying that her social life was more important than his stupid wishes. So yes, in hopes to achieve what he wished for, Harry had always been faithful to Ginny, only drowning more and more in his own personal hell.

Hermione had always been on his mind for the last month. She was everything he truly ever wanted in a woman- smart, powerful, yet so caring and loving. She never called him stupid or reprimanded him that he was too fat.
And she understood and adored his work- that was very important to him and made him feel special. Ginny always blabbered that he should quit the Auror job and just enjoy the lavish life of the high society. He thought that fighting against any bad creatures and wizards was more important than strolling around a party in formal dress robes number hundred from your closet.

His wonderful Hermione understood the importance of Auror work and always helped him go trough all the new law suggestions from the Magical Law Enforcement Department. Harry had felt guilty to keep her in the office for such long hours, even though he confessed that he really enjoyed her company. Their discussion of the paperwork over Muggle takeaway made him feel happier than he had felt in ages. It was all so simple, so wonderful. With each day passing, he more and more realised how sexy Hermione was. Sure, she dressed modestly for the office; however no fabric could keep his mind from fantasising about her. He felt passion for Hermione; he wanted to ravish her like he had never done to anyone else.

Was he being a bad person by thinking this? Ginny seemed only to be interested in his Gringotts account, she never cared how he felt and the only thing she ever did was reprimand him for something she didn’t like about him. And that had turned into almost all the conversations they had had recently.

Speaking of the devil, pardon, wife, and a singsong voice rang trough the room and interrupted Harry’s comfortable reverie of secretly staring at Hermione.

‘Sorry dears, I’m late but I had to finish my styling,’ Ginny strolled in the room and her look made both Harry’s and Hermione’s jaws drop.

Ginny’s ginger hair was a mass of unruly corkscrew curls, held together by a neon pink and orange headband. Her make up continued the colour theme, together with the large orange plastic earrings. If that wasn’t enough of clashing colours, her dress was a huge tent-like maxi dress in the same neon pink and orange colour scheme. The rows of orange and pink plastic pearl necklaces completed this utter carnival looks.

Hermione thought that Ginny was possibly going to a costume party. Why would someone wear something like this on an average day? Harry knew better. His wife had been changing her dress styles every month, so he was rather immune it. Ginny’s styles were all the work of some guy called Schmoozy-what not, Harry couldn’t remember the exact name, but the only visit to that stylist had left Harry scarred for life. The stylist was, obviously gay and had his eyes set on Harry. Harry had dealt with such admirers, but it was a bit unsettling to have himself touched most inappropriately in the name of improving his style. Needless to say that he had made a run from the salon as soon as Ginny had left him to try on the suggested new casual style- tight gold leather pants and an even tighter maroon t shirt. He shuddered at the memory. Ever since that they he kept on sticking to Madam Malkins suggestions, not taking in account Ginny’s continuous outbursts about him being shamefully out of fashion and embarrassing their social status.

‘So did I dazzle you? Saccharine said I’d turn everyone’s heads! Millie and Pansy will so jealous when I arrive at Bora Bora tomorrow! But enough about me now! I’m a good hostess so let’s proceed to dinner!’ having said that, she left the room in a flourish of orange and pink stripes.

‘Umm…shall we go to dinner then?’ Harry asked Hermione, hoping that she didn’t want to leave yet.

‘Of course, let’s go. Wouldn’t be nice to leave her waiting, Hermione chuckled and took Harry’s outstretched arm. It felt so good to her to have him near her, even if just in a friendly touch. It was pure torture to have the man of her dreams so near yet unreachable. She chastised her mind from reeling on to dirty thoughts and concentrated on the image of Apollo.

She didn’t know how she got seated at the table, but Harry was sitting at her right now and Ginny opposite them. Ginny was chattering something about a day spent shopping and how everyone was going to envy her, but Hermione couldn’t concentrate at all. She had to keep on thinking about what Harry found amazing in Ginny. That woman was so shallow and it felt like her only interest was shopping and make up. Stealing a glance at Harry she realised that he wasn’t listening to Ginny as well. He was absentmindedly whirling around a piece of carrot and some pitiful peas in his soup.

To say that the food that was served was soup would be a good stretch from reality. Did a bit of vegetable flavoured water and a few pieces of carrot and peas substitute a soup?

‘Oh, I see you’re interested in the soup. It is a wonderful low-calorie detox dish. You know it has no fat, no salt, just a lot of fibre.’ Ginny chattering got louder and now Hermione was actually listening. What? Was this supposed to be good food?

‘Yes sounds quite amazing.’ Hermione answered, not wishing to be rude.

‘So Hermione dear, what have you been doing the last years?’ Ginny asked, her neon orange talons clutching a crystal water glass.

‘I studied at Salem, I got a Defence Mistress title now, it’s…’ she didn’t manage to finish as Ginny interrupted her.

‘It’s so bland you know, once the bookworm, forever the bookworm.’ Ginny sighed.

‘You don’t understand. Hermione’s got amazing skills and our whole department is lucky to have her. Salem Defence Masters are extremely sought after.’ Harry piped in, as if he had suddenly awakened from his soup induced coma.

‘Yada, yada…what a bore. Have you at least gotten married or have a boyfriend?’ Ginny asked obviously bored and ignoring Harry’s words.

‘Umm…no. I haven’t had time to look.’ Hermione blushed, feeling embarrassed. Could she tell Ginny the truth that the only love of her life was already married?

‘Well, it’s obvious. With your looks you ain’t gonna get anyone, ‘ Ginny drawled, smiling sweetly.

‘What’s wrong with my looks?’ Hermione asked, wondering that maybe tonight she had made some unmistakable faux pas.

‘Look, I’m going to be honest to you, as I’m you friend and want the best for you,’ Ginny said thought fully. ‘How much do you weigh?’

‘When I did the mediwitch check upon joining the department I was at 152 lbs.’

‘Gods, that’s so fat, ‘the redhead exclaimed.

Hermione blushed deeply. Was she really looking so horrid and she hadn’t even realised.

‘Ginevra, you very well know that Hermione is not fat. Your thwarted image is not for everyone.’ Harry said angrily glaring at his wife, but hr gently patted Hermione’s leg under the table.


‘Look who’s speaking. You yourself are too fat, too.’

Harry was about to interrupt Ginny as she held up her hand. ‘ You need to lose at least forty lbs to get to look fashionable. And I don’t care what your mediwitch says.’

Hermione’s anger was flaring. How could Ginny say that to her husband? In Hermione’s opinion, Harry was just perfect. Tall, muscular…just gorgeous.

‘I didn’t want to offend you sweethearts, I was just stating the facts’ With a wave of Ginny’s hand the soup bowls were exchanged for the main course. Which turned out to be one tiny potato, a piece of chicken breast and a few sticks of celery put into whole teaspoonful of yogurt.

‘Anyways, even without the needed weight loss, Hermione, you could look almost as good as me. You know, I attend the salon of Saccharine Schmoozeekatzi and he does wondrous makeovers. His schedule is usually full and he charges five hundred galleons for the first consultation, but I think that I could get him do one for you for free, seeing the poor state you’re in.’

Hermione almost choked on her piece of papery chicken. She didn’t want to look like a clown and pay for it a fortune, too.

‘I think Hermione looks beautiful and she doesn’t need to go to that Schmoozy guy.’ Harry said in an angry tone.

‘Well, you yourself have no fashion sense, either, my love Harry.’

Harry sighed loudly. What could he do? His wife was clearly out of line and extremely impolite. He had thought that her mingling with the pureblood and high society crowd hadn’t changed her too drastically, but how wrong he had been, this realisation was so painful for him, especially as Hermione was getting hurt by his wife’s hateful words. To him, Hermione was beautiful and interesting, and all the other good things which Ginny wasn’t. Then the truth hit him like a stray bludger- he hadn’t married a person, he had married his fantasy, which was now just as real as a house made of soap bubbles- nonexistent.

‘So no more huffing and puffing the table, children,’ Ginny said in a mock soothing tone. ‘We all are capable to stomach the truth as adults.’

Hermione wanted to leave. This was a farce, not a dinner at friends. But could she just leave? She’d hurt Harry’s feelings by not accepting his wife. But the slag wasn’t a wife worthy of him. Harry needed love and care, not this hateful bitch.


‘Hermione, I have a suggestion for an organization you could create, as S.P.E.W was such a mind blowing success. What about founding the Society for Saving Bookworm Spinsters? I know this doesn’t make a wonderful abbreviation, but at least you’d find some friends with common interests.’

This was it. Hermione’s patience broke. How dare Ginny make fun of her life? She knew that Harry couldn’t do anything as his retorts were being unheard by Ginny.

‘I’m sorry Harry, I hope you’ll understand why I did it.’
Looking at Harry’s confused emerald eyes she wandlessly sent the plates flying straight to Ginny’s face. Checking her result she quickly disapparated to the hallway, picked up her coat and was gone back to her home.

‘Harry Potter! You will fire this insolent crude from your department this very moment! I don’t want to hear from that slag anymore, too!’ Ginny shrieked, trying to extract a celery piece from her hair.

‘I will not fire her, and I can assure you that Hermione will not be subjected to your company ever again.’ He said in a strict tone, suppressing a laugh. The food on Ginny’s face really made her look better.

‘I expect you to have a huge apology present ready when I return from Bora Bora. Actually, I’m glad I got rid of her so quick, my portkey leaves at midday, so it’s very early and I need my beauty sleep. I do not wish to have your company either.’

Huffing, she excited the room, a piece of chicken beautifully sliding down her back.

Hoping that Hermione hadn’t left yet, Harry ran to the hallway, hoping that she’d still be there so he could apologise properly. However, the only thing he found there was his house elf, Tipsy, who was hitting her head against the wall and crying. Brilliant, his wife had even managed to hurt the poor house elf.

‘I…I’m sorry for being bad house elf, Harry Potter ,sir…’ the elf cried, not stopping to shake.

‘It’s not your fault. Don’t punish yourself’ He tried to soothe the poor being.

‘It is. Dobby always said that it is very important to make sure you, sir, and your friends are served best. But the mistress doesn’t know that! She orders me to serve vile foods. That no good for you sir, I know so!’ the elf wouldn’t stop crying.

‘Hush, all will be better. You can serve me the foods you like, ok?’

‘But the Mistress is no good for you, sir. Dobby always said that Harry Potter needs to be with the great Hermione. Hermione good for house elf, Hermione good for great hero, too!’ Tipsy was shaking so badly now, never stopping to hit her head against the wall.

Harry pulled the poor elf away from the wall before it could get hurt seriously.

‘You are a good elf and I forbid you to punish yourself. Now go to your room and calm down. I won’t need you anymore tonight.’ He ordered Tipsy and the elf disappeared with a silent pop a second later.


Why was his life such a nightmare? What had been if he had chosen Hermione, not Ginevra? Would he be a happy wizard with possibly a family with children? He didn’t know. All the possibilities were making his head hurt, so he decided to not seek a solution tonight, but take the coward’s way out- a bottle of fire whiskey did help to numb the pain. And tomorrow would be a new day. He didn’t know what it would bring, but one thing was sure- his wife was leaving for a two week detox spa holiday. It would cost him at least three thousand Galleons, but he wished he could send her away forever.









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