“You really look good!” added George, making Hermione blush nearly as pink as her swimsuit. The feeling was quite exquisite; the softness of Ginny’s touch and the silkiness of the potion, plus the relaxing feel of a massage. She jumped when Ginny knocked at the bathroom door, barely pausing to hear Hermione’s soft “who is it?” before opening the door. She’d had a crush on Ron ever since they were first years, although she’d never actually admitted it to anyone, but she thought Ginny might at least suspect she fancied him. Mrs. “What’s come over me? But it’s Ron I’ve always fancied. Hermione was surprised at how good Ginny’s touch felt. Hermione’s heart was pounding so hard by the time Ginny’s hands neared her breasts that she was sure Ginny would feel it.
