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Sore, Part 2

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The sun was westering by the time Ginny finished recalling her adventures in New York for Hermione. Hedwig swept into the sunroom and settled gracefully on Ginny's shoulder. She stroked the owl lovingly as she untied the note from her leg."Ron and Harry will be here no later than half-six," she told Hermione excitedly, "That's sooner than they thought. We can all have dinner together!"Ginny returned her attention to her friend, "So there you have it. If you want to be able to have sex without getting sore (at least from hair friction!), you need to get rid of your hair down there. And really, waxing is the only way to go. I've experimented with the Depilation Potion, and discovered that it just doesn't yield the same baby-bottom softness, nor does it last as long. The stubble returns in a matter of a day or two at best, same as shaving." She shuddered at the thought of a blade in such close proximity to her petals.Hermione sighed heavily.Ginny could tell this had been a wearing day for her, even though all they had done was sit and talk after their morning ride. She knew it was a lot of information about what was clearly a sensitive topic to Hermione. A clock chimed four and the afternoon tea tray appeared out of thin air on the table between them. Hermione reached for a cucumber sandwich as Ginny poured out. Crookshanks, whom Hermione frequently brought along on her visits to the manor, wandered over. After pleading his case successfully, he was rewarded with his own saucer of milk near their feet.Ginny was watching her friend closely, ready to support her in whatever way was necessary. Hermione seemed to be struggling with herself and Ginny thought she understood why. Styling and grooming her own pussy had seemed like an obvious thing to do; just a way of heightening her sensual experiences with Harry. For Hermione, she thought, this may seem not only personally intrusive, but vain as well. Although undeniably pretty, Hermione was not a person who felt a need to spend a lot of time and effort grooming, and Ginny recognised this may be a big hurdle for her.Hermione gave Ginny a pleading look and then dropped her gaze, her shoulders slumped. She looked miserable, but still Ginny held her tongue. Hermione had to take the next step for herself."Merde," Hermione muttered, then jerked her head upright as if to see whether Ginny had either heard or understood her. Ginny just smirked at her knowingly and this caused Hermione to blush to the roots of her bushy locks.Hermione clapped her hand over her mouth, then dropped it back to her lap. "Oh, hell, ... I mean, oh ...oh, ...oh, I can't stand this," she flustered. The two girls broke down in fits of giggles at Hermione's uncharacteristic outburst of profanity. Crookshanks looked from one to the other with curiosity.The tension seemed to have burst and Ginny saw the considerable warmth in Hermione's eyes."Alright, Ginny. I can see that the benefits of this may be worthwhile, but you are going to have to talk me through things," she said. "First, would you be willing to do it for me?"Ginny shook her head and replied, "Absolutely not. Waxing should be done by someone with a lot of experience, and who is licensed. You don't want a novice 'practicing' on you, nor anyone the least bit dodgy. An experienced person will also get it done much faster, which is a definite plus, as you have to get in some pretty awkward positions."Hermione looked as though she might cry, as if the reality of what she was considering was becoming clearer. Ginny's heart went out to her friend and she moved to sit beside her so she could wrap her arm around her friend's shoulder. "It's not as bad as it might seem," she comforted, "For one thing, you can take a Calming Draught beforehand. I got the idea for that from the Muggle in New York that gave me my first waxing. She had suggested taking what she called a 'valium' to settle my nerves. I looked it up later and found that it is a Muggle drug that calms the nerves."Ginny continued, "I will be happy to come with you, though. And, of course, there is the benefit of having the pampering services available afterwards.""Pampering services?" queried Hermione."Oh, Hermione, you will not believe what some of these salons have to offer. Massages, spas, Swedish showers, facials, manicures, pedicures. It's incredible," Ginny gushed before realising that she was probably offending Hermione's sensibilities. She backtracked as quickly as she could; "Not that you need to take advantage of all that, but we could select a full service salon if you felt like experiencing any of these things.""Waxing is much more widely available now than it was only a few years ago," noted Ginny. "It is readily available at several salons around and about London, now, although I do not have personal experience with any of them. I have taken to returning to J. Sisters when it's time to be waxed again."Hermione was looking down and away from Ginny again. After a time, she plied, "You think it best to go to New York? It will take us days to do this."Ginny gave her friend a gentle shove. "Are you a witch, or not? We'll use a Passportkey, silly," she teased, "We'll only be gone a day at the most. We don't even have to stay the night, although we [i]could[/i] do the whole girl's night out thing," waggling her brows mischievously. She shrugged, "Besides, this is New York, we'll have to do a bit of shopping, too, you know."Hermione looked abashed. Ginny knew that Hermione had traveled on the Continent with her parents, the Grangers, and that they had always done so Muggle-style. Hermione still seemed to think about long distance travel in those terms. Obtaining a Passportkey to America wasn't really all that difficult. Harry already had the necessary contacts within the Department of International Magical Cooperation in order to obtain them, and Ginny was accustomed to popping over for a waxing whenever it was time to go bare once again. Thanks to a convenient Apparition point in Central Park that the Passportkey was magically bound to, it was possible to make the round trip in only a few hours if she was pressed for time."Oh, right," said Hermione, "I guess it won't be too bad, then. So, ... does it hurt?"Ginny looked at her friend squarely. [i]Time to draw out that Gryffindor courage,[/i] she thought."I'm not going to mislead you here, Hermione. Yes, it hurts. You are basically having your hair ripped out to the roots. But they have soothing creams and things to set you right afterwards, and the pain does get less the more you have it done," she answered.[i]That ought to convince her[/i], she hoped.But Hermione continued to look embarrassed. After helping themselves to another sandwich and fresh cups of tea, Hermione spoke again. "May I see yours?"Ginny was thrown for a short space, but then a huge smile burst across her face. [i]Gryffindor to the core![/i] she thought."Of course!" she said, and immediately stood and dropped her woolen slacks to the floor and wiggled her knickers down to her ankles. She sat on the front edge of the chair opposite Hermione, reclined back and spread her legs so that Hermione could get a full view. Late afternoon sunlight was filtering through the trees and into the room. The positioning of the chair resulted in this soft, golden light falling directly on Ginny's tummy, pussy and long graceful legs. The light was especially complementary to Ginny's glossy red bush. She smiled, pleased with the look, and then looked to judge her friend's opinion from her expression.Hermione's eyes were locked on her pussy, and the longer Hermione stared at her, the prouder she felt. She let her hand drift down to stroke and feel her smoothness. Hermione's eyes shot up and Ginny smiled broadly again as their eyes met."It feels so incredibly erotic," Ginny said. "I was waxed just this week, and it stays so smooth for at least a week. I have such difficulty keeping my hands off myself." She continued to stroke herself, fondling her pouty lips. "Of course, I usually don't even bother trying," she said in a low, husky voice.As Hermione's eyes returned to watching the swirling motion between Ginny's thighs, her breathing appeared shallow and rapid. Ginny picked up the pace and began rubbing and pressing directly on her clit. She felt her lips part and dipped her middle finger down to find herself very wet indeed. She drew the moisture upwards, parting her lips fully and giving herself better access for her ministrations.The mesmerised expression on Hermione's face was having a similar hypnotic effect on herself and she suddenly found that she must continue this to completion, whatever her best friend might think. Her clit was now soaked as well and she worked her finger hard on her centre. Rubbing in rapid circles, around and around, she continued to push herself rapidly up the incline, allowing her finger to stroke the length of her parted cleft every now and again before returning to concentrate on her hardened clit. She pressed her finger even harder as she spun it around in her now very audible wetness. The sound only increasing her arousal.Up and over the top she went; throwing her head back and squeezing her eyes tightly shut as her body arched into the orgasm. One long moan emanated from the back of her throat that gave way to a succession of whimpers as she continued to rub her cunt; shuddering now, her legs twitching at random until finally her thighs slammed together around her hand and she froze, motionless, unable to allow any further stimulation of the ball of nerve endings that was her centre. For several moments, she did not move. Then she drew in a deep, shuddering breath and slowly opened her eyes as she exhaled.Her eyes sought out Hermione's and as her focus sharpened she became aware that her friend's eyes were as wide as saucers. Ginny let her body relax and she straightened up in the chair, shaking herself all over."Whoa, that was nice!" she exclaimed. She stood and tugged her knickers, and then her slacks back up over her hips and plopped back down in the chair with a contented sigh, her arms falling heavily over the armrests."I suppose I ought to appologise for that, but frankly I'm not going to," she told her friend, "Because that is just one more example of the wonderful benefits of going bare."Hermione did not respond immediately. She was still obviously a bit short of breath. When she finally spoke it was after a deep, steadying breath. "You certainly don't need to appologise," she said. "Even if that is the first time I've witnessed something like that, I still understand the basic...well, ... I'm not bothered by it, okay?" she finished, blushing again, as hard as she had all afternoon.Ginny smiled widely; matching the twinkling, commiserating look developing in her friend's eye.Hermione lifted her chin in what appeared to be an effort to regain some composure and continued, "All right, I'm convinced. What's the next step?"Ginny jumped to her feet and drew Hermione from her seat into a deep hug."Well," she said as they parted, "First to practical matters; you'll need to decide on the look you want. You've seen that I retained a nice triangle up above, based on both Harry's and my personal preferences. A narrow, shortly cropped landing strip is also popular, or you could just do away with it all. Of course, it grows back, so if you don't like it, it's not permanent.""We'll need to take a look at your calendar, as it is really nice to be smooth and bare during your cycle. You should do a bit of pre-trimming, if you don't already." "Also, you'll need to consider whether you want Ron's input before you do this, or if you would like it to be a surprise," she added, giving her friend a sidelong look.She could tell Hermione was moving into analysis mode, assimilating all that she heard and studying her options. "I think it would be best as a surprise, don't you?" she said after a while.Ginny nodded. "I think it would be. You can let him 'discover' you if you can manage to get between the sheets without being seen," she added mischievously.Hermione grinned. "That would be fun. So, I am about a week from the start of my period, actually closer to two, I think. Can we go soon, do you think?""I'll make the arrangements first thing Monday. It's likely that we can get you an appointment by mid-week," she responded.Two soft pops emanating from the direction of the foyer halted their conversation and both girls moved quickly to greet the new arrivals."Good evening, love," said Ginny as Harry swept her into his arms and captured her lips in a kiss."A very good evening... now," Harry agreed as they broke apart.Ron was being greeted in a similar fashion by Hermione, and he was looking pleasantly surprised at the unusual passion Hermione had infused into in her welcome."How are the twins?" Ginny asked as the couples moved arm-in-arm toward the dining hall."Incorrigible, as always," Ron infused, even though Ginny was clearly addressing Harry.Harry raised an eyebrow at Ron and answered after his own fashion, "My business associates are as inventive as ever," he replied, returning his attention to Ginny. "Is it necessarily my fault that they view their principal investor as off-limits when it comes to testing new products?"Ron snorted. "[i]You[/i] didn't have to spend a substantial portion of the afternoon with mammary glands."Ginny and Hermione looked at Ron with shock."What in the world are you talking about?" asked Hermione."The twins are branching out into what they are referring to as the 'marital aids' market," replied Ron. "They have developed a breast-enhancement charm and did not feel they could test it on any woman they know, so guess who got charmed?"Laughter filled the room as Ron fumed and sulked, still being held firmly by Hermione while she laughed into his shoulder."Oh, that is just too funny," said Ginny as she continued to chuckle."Yes," said Harry, "I can now boast that my best mate goes braless 'neath his jumper.""At least the counter-spell for the charm worked in the end," grumbled Ron, unable to completely maintain his grouchy mood, a smile playing about the corners of his lips."Honestly, I don't know how you girls manage to walk upright with those," he nodded in the general direction of their wives chests.Ginny's laughter increased and Hermione smacked his arm. "Watch those comments Mr Weasely, or you may not be permitted to lavish the attention on them of which you seem so fond," Hermione warned, the mirth behind her glare belying the validity of this threat. Nonetheless, Ron looked apologetic and muttered something in her ear that Ginny and Harry failed to catch.Still laughing, the four friends settled into a comfortable meal before retiring to their respective bedchambers. Although Ron and Hermione had their own flat not too far from the Ministry, they spent as many weekend nights as not at the Potter's manor. Harry had outfitted and furnished a small, but comfortable wing for their very own. This made for the excellent arrangement that Ron and Hermione could stay at the manor comfortably whenever they wished.~*~The very next Monday, Hedwig swooped into Hermione's office and she quickly relieved the owl of its note. Unfolding the parchment, Hermione was elated to read that Ginny had secured an appointment for Thursday afternoon at the J. Sisters salon and that the Passportkeys would be available from the Department of International Magical Cooperation by noon on Wednesday. Ginny had also taken the liberty of booking them into a suite at the Plaza for Thursday night.She quickly penned a note to Ron informing him that she and Ginny would be making a 'girls only' trip to New York to do some shopping. Knowing Ron's opinion of shopping in general, she was certain that he would not object to her absence for a couple of days. The fact that the Yule was approaching leant credence to the idea of a shopping spree. Ginny had suggested delaying the trip to the latter part of the week on the basis of making the weekend a special one for her brother and friend. This made even more sense to Hermione after Ginny had described the prickling sensation and bumpy texture that immediately follow a waxing. She tied the note to Hedwig's leg and gave her a stroke down her feathery back. "Take this to Ron, OK girl?" she said and the owl took flight in her ever-professional manner.Hermione sat back in her chair and closed her eyes. [i]Have I gone completely mad?[/i] she mused. [i]What would Mum think of this?[/i] She was suddenly overcome with a feeling of panic. In less than four days, a complete stranger was going to have free run with her most sensitive and private regions. [i]Is this even real?[/i] she wondered.Almost as if in response to her thoughts a knock came on her door."Enter," she called, and opened her eyes to see Harry striding into the room. He smiled broadly at her and quickly made himself comfortable in one of the chairs opposite her desk."Good afternoon, Hermione," he said, and continued without pause. "Ginny told me this morning of your planned trip to New York. Any word on the details?"Not knowing just how much Ginny had divulged to Harry about the main purpose of their trip, Hermione hedged, "Hedwig was just here with a note from her saying we'd be off on Thursday and back on Friday.""Excellent," he said, smiling. "I'll see about keeping Ron from getting lonesome in your absence," and rising from the chair he moved around to the desk to plant a quick smooch on her cheek."You are really going to enjoy this," he said as he strode briskly from her office.Not sure what to make of his parting comment or of the brevity of the visit, and still uncertain of just how much Harry knew, she pushed the thoughts of trepidation from her mind and set back to her work.Thursday morning arrived startlingly soon for Hermione. She had been dealing with bouts of anxiety and panic all week. Repeatedly, she had found herself unconsciously squeezing her thighs extremely tightly together. As her appointment was for 10 am New York time, Ginny was not due until shortly after 2 pm. Hermione had therefore elected to go in to work at her usual hour anyway. She had been basically worthless all day, though, as her eyes continuously darted to the clock on her mantle and her mind went through various gymnastic maneuvers."Good afternoon," Ginny said brightly, "Ready for our little trip?" as Hermione let her into her office.Hermione gave Ginny a withering look, and said weakly, "No?"Ginny wrapped her arm around her friend's shoulder and soothed, "It will be all done in just a few hours now, and then we can [i]shop[/i]. I've got the Passportkey here, but it isn't set to activate until 2:30 pm, so let's have a cup of tea.""Why is the Passportkey set to a specific time?" asked Hermione, as she steeped the leaves."The U.S. Department of Magic has to know in advance when we will be appearing, so that the Muggle-repelling charms can be activated," replied Ginny, "Central Park is a busy place, and they do not keep the charms in place all the time."They passed the time chatting, and then she found herself holding the Passportkey with Ginny. Hermione was noting how oddly official the dark, prismatic steel object looked when she felt the familiar tugging sensation behind her navel.A few moments later, they appeared in the secluded nook that served as the Apparition point in south Central Park. It was cool, almost cold, but not quite uncomfortably so. Autumn was having its way with the foliage here as well, Hermione noted, as they moved toward Fifth Avenue."Let's go ahead and get ourselves to the salon," Ginny said.The strongest wave of panic yet came over Hermione and her steps faltered as she clutched Ginny's shoulder.She felt Ginny take her by the arm to lend support, and was somewhat surprised to find herself staring at a small vial Ginny had produced from her pocket."Steady there, girl," Ginny said, "Take a draught of this and you'll feel much better."Hermione unstoppered the vial and drained the Calming potion."You'll not be feeling a thing, now," Ginny chuckled. In a few moments, Hermione was smiling serenely and they resumed their journey to the salon.Hermione was admiring the sights of Manhattan and humming to herself as they walked along. [i]What was I so worried about?[/i] she mused to herself. She felt as though she was observing their movements from a point removed and suspended from her body.They entered the salon and she found herself being introduced to her 'J sister' for the day. As though from a great distance, she could hear Ginny saying "I'll be waiting right out here for you." She calmly allowed the woman to lead her into a room filled with throbbing Latin rhythms and a table with soft coverings. At the woman's bidding, and without giving a second thought to what she was doing, she shed her skirt and knickers and arranged herself in a prone position on the table.She noted with detachment that the woman was lifting her legs and examining her nether regions and applying soft talc powder. Then she felt the warmth of the first application of wax. The sounds of the music were forming images in her mind of sensuous bodies moving in syncopation with the beat...[i]Rrrrrrip![/i]"Owwwcchhh!"Crashing back to earth from what had felt like a wonderfully lazy flight induced by a skillfully executed Levitation charm, she was suddenly very aware of her surroundings and the wildly compromised position in which she was being held.After twenty minutes of being contorted into positions that no one, including Ron, had ever seen her in, Hermione was invited to approve the results in the proffered mirror. Very reluctantly, she allowed herself to look things over."Oh! My gracious!" she said aloud as the nubile image of a completely bare mons pubis appeared in the looking glass. She patted the red prickles that were the only remaining evidence of her pubes and noted with some surprise that Ginny's description of the smoothness utterly failed to convey the feeling of carnality associated with her current state of depilation.The 'J sister' chuckled and left the room to let Hermione compose herself.Hermione was still looking intently at her very different appearance when she heard Ginny call softly from outside the door; "Hermione? May I come in?"Hermione moved to silently open the door and allow Ginny to enter, then was once again fixated on her image in the mirror."Your 'J sister' told me that you might need a bit of assistance gathering yourself together," said Ginny. Hermione glanced up at Ginny and then returned her gaze to herself which she held with quiet obsession. "Yes, I remember that," said Ginny with a knowing smile, "I [i]did[/i] tell you the feeling is amazing."Hermione again looked at her friend and shook her head in disbelief. "There is no way to describe this properly," she replied.Two enormous smiles appeared on their faces as they looked at each other.Once dressed, the two friends exited the salon and Ginny steered them directly toward the Plaza, where she checked them in with the confidence of a frequent visitor. Then Ginny introduced Hermione to the luxuries of the suite."Now," said Ginny, "Take a nice long soak in that swimming pool-sized tub until the effects of the Calming Draught have worn off. I'll order up some lunch from room service. Then we'll spruce up and do some shopping."Hermione still felt a bit light-headed and followed her friend's directions, shedding her clothes and sliding into the warm tubful Ginny had drawn for her, breathing deeply of the rose-scented bath oil. She shut her eyes and smiled.About twenty minutes later, Hermione felt much more awake and aware. She lolled languorously in the bath water, unable to keep from letting her hand stroke gently through the incredible smoothness of her waxed cleft. [i]Pussy[/i], she thought, [i]if only I could get used to saying that out loud.[/i] She frowned a little at herself and then moved to get out of the tub.It was only then, as she stood and arced one dripping leg gracefully toward the bathmat, that she became aware that Ginny had been sitting quietly and patiently in the room with her, only just out of sight behind her head. Ginny smiled at her and said, "I needed to make sure you didn't fall asleep and drown in there. Are you feeling better?"Hermione continued to extricate herself from the tub as Ginny held up an enormous bath sheet to wrap herself in. "Yes," she replied, "Much better... and hungry. What did you order up?""Just a small variety of things to nibble on; some crab cakes, a pasta dish, a salad, and of course two large slices of chocolate cake," said Ginny, grinning, "We'll just share.""Sounds wonderful," said Hermione, grabbing a smaller towel in which to wrap her bushy hair, the bath sheet now wrapped around her body and tucked together above her breasts.They moved into the sitting area of the suite and Hermione searched in her satchel for clean knickers. As she pulled a starch white pair out, she felt Ginny's hand clutch her wrist, stopping her. She looked inquisitively at her friend.Ginny shook her head; a stern expression on her face. "Nope," she said with conviction, "You might as well feel the full experience from the start," Hermione felt her hand being firmly guided back into the satchel.Hermione struggled a bit against the pressure on her wrist; then sighed, resigned and dropped the underthing back in her bag."Is there no end to the embarrassment you insist on putting me through?" she asked, a wry smile playing at the corners of her mouth. "Do I have to do without a bra as well?" she asked; her voice not entirely free of sarcasm.Ginny beamed back at her. "Only if you want to," she said.Hermione watched as Ginny bounced over to the table and began to uncover the various comestibles. They lunched, and then prepared to make their way to Bergdorf Goodman to begin their rounds of the nearby shopping opportunities.~*~Meanwhile, back in London, Harry was walking along the street that led to Ron and Hermione's flat. He was whistling the Hogwarts song, rather badly since there wasn't any specific melody to match the lyrics. He imagined both his love and friend of so many years in New York and thought to himself: [i]It's done by now. The bushy brown haired girl is not so bushy anymore![/i] And he let a small skip escape into his stride.He rapped his knuckles sharply on the door to the flat as he arrived."Oi, alright mate!" he heard Ron call from inside. The door was soon snatched open, revealing a slightly out of breath Weasley."What cheer!" Harry said, "Mate's night out... so let's get cracking!"Harry pushed his way into the flat and stopped dead in mid-stride: Birds, canaries by way of most similarity in color, were everywhere. They were at least twenty times larger than they ought to be, and were standing with their arms; nay, wings akimbo and hips askance, and all leering at Harry with the same look. [i]But it's not possible for canaries to have lips like that, he thought, ...or hips.[/i]"Yep," said Ron, "Cream Canaries they are. Give you a hummer as soon as sing, they will. Fred and George dropped in and conjured the lot, thinking I'd be needing some 'distraction' whilst Hermione's gone," he snorted and shook his head in disgust, "Like I can't last a single day without her here."Harry simply banished the canaries with a wave of his hand; not having time, inclination or need to sample WWW 'marital aids' at the moment."Ron, grab your cloak," he said, "We're off to Rosemerta's for a Firewhiskey or three tonight!"They soon Apparated to Hogsmeade and made their way to the Three Broomsticks.Still later, but also still 'meanwhile' by the New York clock, Ron and Harry were about as relaxed as two wizards might be, sitting at a corner table in Madam Rosmerta's establishment. The same corner table, in fact, that Ron and Hermione had been sitting at when Harry had appeared, concealed by the Invisibility Cloak, in their Third Year. But as Harry and Ron had already noted and discussed this fact, the conversation resumes at the point where it is pertinent to this tale:"With a blade?" said Ron in tones that were both incredulous and imprudently loud.Harry nodded, sagely, and continued in tones that were not, at least, imprudently loud, "We've gone over the 'where' and 'what' regarding the 'why' you think Hermione is not letting you... fuck."In response to what he thought was a most Hermione-ish look of disdain on Ron's face, he said, "Okay, there; I said it... [i]fuck[/i]."With a satisfied smirk at Ron's slightly dropped jaw, Harry continued, "We're talking about just doing a bit of housekeeping, Ron. I'm not suggesting trying to keep yourself as neat and trim as you keep your cheeks and chin. But consider it from Hermione's point of view; she is feeling discomfort during something that should feel indescribably good to her. If this is because, as you surmise, there is a lot of friction due to that rough, curly hair along the base of your cock, don't you think you owe it to her to try and do something about it?"The trademark Weasley blush-red was tingeing Ron's face. "But with a [i]blade[/i]?" he whinged again."Muggle safety razors are pretty clever devices," observed Harry, "As long as you are careful and go slow, you are not very likely to take a chunk out of yourself. Use a scissors first to clear things out a bit, then just take it slowly; in a warm, soapy tub or shower."Harry tilted his head in reflection. "You know, I've never actually drawn any blood doing it myself," he noted. "Maintaining it every day can be a bit chafing, but I find that every other day maintenance works just fine. Once you've got it at bay, keeping it trimmed close only takes a minute or two."Ron called loudly for more Firewhiskey.~*~Back in New York, Hermione was breathlessly following Ginny from store to store. They stepped onto an escalator that would deposit them outside, at street level, below."Ooooooohhh!" she said, sounding a bit like a tea kettle rising to a boil as the cold autumn air rushed up her skirt. "Merlin, that's cold!" she exclaimed, causing several shoppers on the up-bound escalator to look in her direction.Ginny burst into a fit of giggles. "Doesn't it feel so... naughty? I think that's got to be the word that best describes it. Think about it Hermione: You know, and I know; but no one else around us has a clue we are walking around knickerless and waxed. It's exhilarating, isn't it?"Hermione did agree with this, but didn't say so. She felt Ginny's arm squeeze her into a hug and they looked each other in the eye. As they neared street-level they strode confidently off the end of the escalator, chins held high, broad smiles on their faces, and turned in the direction of the Plaza.~*~Even though they had tried not to have too long of a lie in, it was still well into the afternoon, London time, when Ginny and Hermione reappeared in Hermione's office, their arms laden with bags containing the fruits of their adventure.Ginny dropped her armload into a chair and turned to Hermione. "So do you plan to spend the weekend at the manor with Harry and me?" she asked.Hermione nodded. "As much as I like our flat, the wing Harry decked out for us is simply much more conducive to romance. I haven't told Ron yet, though, so he may have ideas of his own. I guess I better find out about that as soon as possible. This business of changing time zones really confuses things."She fetched Pigwidgeon from his cage and penned a quick 'I'm back, where are you?' note to Ron. "Find Ron as quickly as possible, okay?" she instructed the bird who whizzed out the clearstory.They were still unpacking and organising their purchases when Pig somersaulted back through the clearstory. Hermione plucked Ron's response from the maniacal twerp and read aloud, "At WWW with Harry. Come by to see us?"Hermione looked questioningly at Ginny who quickly nodded in response. She wrote 'See you soon, then, love.' and retied the bit of parchment to the owl's leg, sending him aloft once more with a gentle toss."Let's Apparate to the manor first to stow this stuff and to change," Ginny suggested."That's a great idea," agreed Hermione, and they grabbed their bags and disappeared with soft pops.