The List

Hearing somebody enter the bathroom, ginny peered out from behind the tangles of firey wet strands to see who it was. From her upside down position she spied the slender feet and lean legs of none other than Hermione Granger. Flipping her head up, the damp strands whipping against her bare back, she took in her friend's appearance and gave a joking whistle. When Hermione had told Ginny of her costume idea it had been hard to picture, but now that she was looking at it, the younger girl was in awe. Hermione looked as though she was indeed from ancient Greece, her cropped toga barely brushing mid-thigh, adorned in golden rope, and her hair in loose dreamy curls bouncing about her shoulders. One thing did seem out of place though. A somewhat heavy looking sword was leaned against a lower cabinet and certainly didn't fit with the costume.

"You look stunning, 'Mione, but what's the sword for?"

Hermione laughed softly, "It's Harry's. He wanted me to hold onto it for him, for fear he'd stab Malfoy and not be allowed to attend."

"So, what? He wants to wait until tonight to stab him?"

Hermione laughed again and brushed some curls out of her eyes. She watched as her longtime friend raked fingers through blood and copper tresses and began applying makeup. It was hard to believe they were in college now, along with some of their other school mates, but time apparently flew by quickly. She thought back on when she'd first met Ginny, back in second year at Hogwarts. It was hard to believe that such a young girl, shy, yet with a horrible temper, had turned into the buxom redheaded vixen standing in front of her. Granted they had both developed into more mature women, but Ginny's transformation was the most dramatic. Realizing that she was eyeing her scantily clad roommate with a bit more interest than she'd meant to, the brainy brunete shifted her gaze to the mirror and changed the subject.

"So, you never said who you are attendign with, Gin. Are you and Seamus back on good terms? I haven't heard much about him from you as of late."

"I told you, I don't really have a set date. A lot of guys asked, but I just feel like going alone," she gave a slight shake of her head and sighed. "Seamus and I are ... let's just say, off. I'm not sure if it's for good or not, but at least for a while. He doesn't seem to bothered by it though, he cozied up to Daphne pretty quick."

Hermione gave a somewhat sad smile and squeezed her friend's shoulder comfortingly, "Well of course he did. She's a huge bint and the whole male population of London can testify to that. He'll figure that out eventually, Gin."

"Oh, I know, 'Mione. I'm not even worried on it. I am actually thinking I might have more fun going solo."

"Yeah, and who knows, maybe you'll meet some amazing guys who can take your breath away. And I mean that in quite a literal sense."

"'Mione, you're terrible," Ginny laughed. "I hope you are right, but knowing my luck he'll be a god in bed and a right foul git otherwise."

"Wow, that would be some luck. Try to stay away from Malfoy if that's the case. I don't think you get the title, 'Slytherin Sex God' for nothing."

"Don't worry. Malfoy isn't on my list of people I hope to run into. Nor is he on my to do list."

Hermione giggled as she charmed her toga to be a bit snugger at the waist. "Ginny, don't even lie. Draco Malfoy is on every girl's to do list, somewhere. He may be on the very bottom, but he's on there."

"So, does that mean he's on yours as well, or have you crossed him off already," Ginny eyed her friend curiously.

Hermione's eyes darted to the floor, around the room and back to the floor once more as her cheeks tinged a deep pink color and Ginny's hands went to her mouth which had formed a very large O shape. Hermione and Malfoy, she just couldn't picture how that would have happened. If Malfoy took the first move, Hermione would have hexed him into oblivion, and if it was vice versa Malfoy would insult Hermione until she made sure that he'd never call her another foul name. Confused and amused as to how it had really come about, Ginny prodded her friend in the side with a slender finger.

"What? When did this happen, 'Mione? And how, that's what I am dying to find out. How on earth did you end up banging Malfoy?"

"I- uh, well it was a few months ago, remember, when Ron and I split up for a bit? Yeah, then. And, let's just say it was a huge mistake, okay?"

"Yeah I remember that," her mind wandered back to the horrible fight that had Hermione in tears for days. Her brother had been a git, a true one, almost comparable to Malfoy. "Even if it was a huge mistake, how did it happen? You can stand Malfoy normally, so how could you stand him that close, in that situation?"

Hermione sighed rather heavily and glared at the persistent redhead, "I was drunk, okay? It was at a party, and I was trashed. You and Luna were going to come, but had to study. I got really drunk and at some point, trying to find the loo, I believe, I ran into Draco." The pretty brunette shook her head and had a bit of a grin forming on her lips as she continued, "He was trashed too and not at all himself. We ended up dancing, drinking some more, and somehow shacked up in a spare bedroom."

Ginny laughed a bit at her friend's lack of elegant speech on the last part and waited for Hermione to finish her story. When Ginny realized that there would be no more without prodding, she did just that. "And," she chided, prompting her friend to dish on juicy details, eyes wide in anticipation.

Hermione's grin grew wider and she laughed at her friend's expression. "He's good. Okay, he's way better than good, but that's all you're getting. I don't shag and brag."