Ginny Weasley casually hummed the latest Paramore song underneath her breath as she braided her best friend's hair. Meanwhile Hermione was totally not nervously fiddling with her fingers and looking at anything that's not her phone. She didn't know why she was so nervous anyways, crushes are just tiny feelings. Yeah, yeah that's it.

     Crushes never develop into fully liking someone for who they are or even love. It's just not possible. 

     "And.... there! Done!" The younger girl cried out excitedly, pulling Hermione out of the train of thoughts in her head. She turned her chair around to face the mirror and was not too surprised at what Ginny had done. She spent nearly every waking minute with Katie Bell, Angelina Johnson and Alicia Spinnet when she was younger because her mum never really had enough time to teach her what girls needed to know.

     And it's not like her brothers knew how to use a tampon or even a pad. 

     "Thanks Ginny." Hermione said while standing up, hugging her. When they stopped, she turned around to look at herself in the mirror. A long sleeve grey shirt, black sweatpants, white lace cardigan and a pair of black pointed ballet flats.

     She opened her mouth to say something when her phone beeped. Before she could reach for it Ginny took it with the reflexes of a seeker. And people say Harry is fast. "He says he's downstairs waiting for you." She said with a smirk.

     "Okay," Hermione said while taking her backpack, "see you later i'm guessing?"

     "Obviously." The redhead said while rolling her eyes, nudging her out the door. Hermione said goodbye to her parents while saying that she was going to be out late with a friend - which is true - and they let her go.

     Outside was Draco Malfoy admiring her mother's flowers. When he saw her he smirked, "Good evening Mya."

     She rolled her eyes at him but smiled, "Evening Draco. Dinner?"

     He patted the picnic basket he was holding in his arms, "Are you read to go m'lady?"

     "Of course."