Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Harry Potter and The Parody of Fanfiction ❯ Harry Meets a Friend... or Two ( Chapter 3 )
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By: Thoughtless Wanderer 
As said in the title,
Harry Meets a Friend... or Two
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 890 | Visits: 231 | Status: Work In Progress
As said in the title,
Harry Meets a Friend... or Two
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 01.27.2009 | Pages: 1 | Words: 890 | Visits: 231 | Status: Work In Progress
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by J.K. Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
Harry now had the funds necessary to shop in Muggle London. But where to go? He needed someone to come with him, someone who could tell him how hot he looked in better fitting clothes and with a new haircut. Someone like… that cute redhead standing out on the corner looking as if she had been waiting for him all her life.
The cute redhead, as we all by now should be aware, was none other than Ginny Weasley. But not the Ginny Weasley we are all familiar with. Oh no, this was a new Ginny Weasley. A taller Ginny Weasley. A Ginny Weasley who was now, dare we say, hot.
She too had changed radically in the short time since leaving Hogwarts. She had grown several inches and had also gained curves in “all the right places (and yes, the author does know where the wrong places to gain curves would be).” She was now incredibly well-endowed, despite being quite flat-chested up to this point in her life, had a tiny waist, and, of course, a perfectly shaped derriere. Her hair rested just above that delicious derriere, silky and straight.
All of this flashed through Harry’s mind a split second before Ginny caught sight of him and began jumping up and down (bosom heaving) and yelling, “Yoohoo, Harry, darling! Harrrreee! Over here!”
Harry casually ambled over to Ginny and struck a pose, trying to flex his incredible newly acquired muscles as much as possible, again ignoring that to do so was extremely out of character.
“Harry, how good to see you!” Ginny squealed. “What are you doing in Diagon Alley? It’s only July. You shouldn’t be getting your school things until at least August.” She bowled on, giving Harry no time to respond, “No matter, what are you doing today? Do you want to come with me? I have to go to some sort of Muggle store in London and buy some present or other for Dad for his birthday. Mum said he wanted some sort of plug thingy, but I don’t know what they look like.” Here she pouted a little before she continued, “It’s so good I ran into you. You can come help me find him something. Please, come. Pretty please?” She finally paused for breath, allowing Harry to get a word in edgewise.
“Perfect, I have to go to Muggle London myself to get some new clothes. All of my other clothes do not fit since they were once Dudley’s and he is resembling an overgrown Flobberworm more and more these days. Would you mind helping me pick out some new ones?”
“Of course! We can go all over. I love to shop for clothes. It’s what I do best!” she added perkily (yes you read that right, perkily).
They walked together toward the entrance leading to the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny keeping up a running stream of conversation’s opposite the entire way, and were just passing the bookstore when they heard a low whistle calling out from the darkened doorway.
Harry and Ginny both looked over to the doorway. There, leaning up against the door-post, hip jutting out was Hermione. But not the Hermione we have all become familiar with over past years. This was a new Hermione. She had grown as much as Ginny and had an equally impressive rack. She wore a black miniskirt, a red halter top, of which her rack filled nicely, one might even go so far as to say overflowingly (that is one might if one were a 13-year-old fanatic who makes up words because she’s too lazy to look the word up the dictionary. As I am not a 13-year-old fanatic who makes up words because she’s too lazy to look in the dictionary to check and see if overflowingly is a word, I will stick with nicely.).
Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Hermione trying out her new look as a sex kitten or some equally nauseating moniker. We shall proceed with the description. Her hair was blown straight with blond highlights everywhere, floating as if with the breeze. Her black stiletto heels added to the overall ensemble, making Hermione look like a cheap whor- sex kitten.
“Hey there, big boy,” she called playfully. “How you doin’?”
“We’re going to Muggle London to buy my Dad a birthday present. Harry agreed to help me. And then we’re going to shop for a new wardrobe! Want to come?” Ginny gushed.
“Do I want to come? Do I want to come? Oh, yeah.” said Hermione. “Let’s go.”
They left Diagon Alley and entered The Leaky Cauldron before finally making their way to Muggle London (of which the author knows nothing and is now going to describe London as if it were a mall in the middle of America).
And here we leave our intrepid er- warriors to travel to Muggle London to see if they can find Ginny’s dad a plug and Harry a new wardrobe.
Harry now had the funds necessary to shop in Muggle London. But where to go? He needed someone to come with him, someone who could tell him how hot he looked in better fitting clothes and with a new haircut. Someone like… that cute redhead standing out on the corner looking as if she had been waiting for him all her life.
The cute redhead, as we all by now should be aware, was none other than Ginny Weasley. But not the Ginny Weasley we are all familiar with. Oh no, this was a new Ginny Weasley. A taller Ginny Weasley. A Ginny Weasley who was now, dare we say, hot.
She too had changed radically in the short time since leaving Hogwarts. She had grown several inches and had also gained curves in “all the right places (and yes, the author does know where the wrong places to gain curves would be).” She was now incredibly well-endowed, despite being quite flat-chested up to this point in her life, had a tiny waist, and, of course, a perfectly shaped derriere. Her hair rested just above that delicious derriere, silky and straight.
All of this flashed through Harry’s mind a split second before Ginny caught sight of him and began jumping up and down (bosom heaving) and yelling, “Yoohoo, Harry, darling! Harrrreee! Over here!”
Harry casually ambled over to Ginny and struck a pose, trying to flex his incredible newly acquired muscles as much as possible, again ignoring that to do so was extremely out of character.
“Harry, how good to see you!” Ginny squealed. “What are you doing in Diagon Alley? It’s only July. You shouldn’t be getting your school things until at least August.” She bowled on, giving Harry no time to respond, “No matter, what are you doing today? Do you want to come with me? I have to go to some sort of Muggle store in London and buy some present or other for Dad for his birthday. Mum said he wanted some sort of plug thingy, but I don’t know what they look like.” Here she pouted a little before she continued, “It’s so good I ran into you. You can come help me find him something. Please, come. Pretty please?” She finally paused for breath, allowing Harry to get a word in edgewise.
“Perfect, I have to go to Muggle London myself to get some new clothes. All of my other clothes do not fit since they were once Dudley’s and he is resembling an overgrown Flobberworm more and more these days. Would you mind helping me pick out some new ones?”
“Of course! We can go all over. I love to shop for clothes. It’s what I do best!” she added perkily (yes you read that right, perkily).
They walked together toward the entrance leading to the Leaky Cauldron, Ginny keeping up a running stream of conversation’s opposite the entire way, and were just passing the bookstore when they heard a low whistle calling out from the darkened doorway.
Harry and Ginny both looked over to the doorway. There, leaning up against the door-post, hip jutting out was Hermione. But not the Hermione we have all become familiar with over past years. This was a new Hermione. She had grown as much as Ginny and had an equally impressive rack. She wore a black miniskirt, a red halter top, of which her rack filled nicely, one might even go so far as to say overflowingly (that is one might if one were a 13-year-old fanatic who makes up words because she’s too lazy to look the word up the dictionary. As I am not a 13-year-old fanatic who makes up words because she’s too lazy to look in the dictionary to check and see if overflowingly is a word, I will stick with nicely.).
Now, where were we? Ah, yes. Hermione trying out her new look as a sex kitten or some equally nauseating moniker. We shall proceed with the description. Her hair was blown straight with blond highlights everywhere, floating as if with the breeze. Her black stiletto heels added to the overall ensemble, making Hermione look like a cheap whor- sex kitten.
“Hey there, big boy,” she called playfully. “How you doin’?”
“We’re going to Muggle London to buy my Dad a birthday present. Harry agreed to help me. And then we’re going to shop for a new wardrobe! Want to come?” Ginny gushed.
“Do I want to come? Do I want to come? Oh, yeah.” said Hermione. “Let’s go.”
They left Diagon Alley and entered The Leaky Cauldron before finally making their way to Muggle London (of which the author knows nothing and is now going to describe London as if it were a mall in the middle of America).
And here we leave our intrepid er- warriors to travel to Muggle London to see if they can find Ginny’s dad a plug and Harry a new wardrobe.