The Niffler Games - Dramione

The Niffler Games

A/N - Hi friends! None of the characters are my own, everything belongs to JK Rowling. This is just for fun, not for profit. Having said that, trans rights are human rights, and we do not support Joanne in any of her opinions. Love to you all <3

When Ginny had told her that she had planned something for the weekend, waking up in a dark room dressed in unfamiliar clothes hadn't really been what Hermione had expected. She was in a sports bra and shorts, with her hair plaited in two tight ropes. The realisation hit her just as the lights turned on, and she saw the others waking around her, equally as groggy. They were all sitting on a bench in a small room, no windows or doors. She thought she could vaguely hear people outside, and assumed that was the crowd. What had Ginny got them into?

"Gin, you didn't." She said as she spotted her ginger friend, dressed in the same black bra and shorts. Ginny looked down and squealed.

"I knew they'd pick us! You bet your arse I did, Mi." She beamed, and Hermione shook her head incredulously.

"Why don't I have a shirt?" Harry asked, running a hand through his hair and looking down at himself.

"Pick us for what?" Neville asked, folding his arms over his naked torso. The boys were both in just black shorts, and looked slightly uncomfortable about it.

"Welcome, gentlemen, to the Niffler Games." She stood up and bowed theatrically, twirling around the small room. Harry groaned.

"That stupid thing based on the Triwizard Tournament? It was more than enough for me the first time, Gin."

"It isn't stupid, Harold, it's fun. There's no threat of death, and people get to bet on us. Come on, lighten up a bit. You'll be the favourite off the bat, what with your whole, you know, thing." She waved a finger in the general direction of Harry's forehead, and Hermione caught Neville's eye, the pair enjoying the Chosen One's obvious discomfort.

"I shouldn't be the favourite if they've got any sense. Look at Mione!" Harry promptly threw her under the bus and pointed an accusatory finger at her toned stomach.

Ginny openly ogled her, sarcastically fanning herself with her hand.

"Damn, when did all this happen? If I looked like that I'd never wear clothes again." She wiggled her eyebrows, and grabbed her arm, lifting it up to see Hermione's tattoos. "Did you get more? I guess you were right about them being addictive."

She snatched her arm back. "I have to stay in shape for work and you know that I cannot elaborate on that. And yes, I did get more. I'm going to finish this sleeve."

"Didn't know your leg counted as part of a sleeve." Neville said, smirking, and she shot him a glare.

"Et tu, Neville?" She said, failing to keep the smile from her face as Ginny lifted her shorts slightly to see the design that covered her hip and thigh. The phoenix, surrounded by flowers and foliage, was one of her favourites. Her favourite was the small potion bottle that was on her tricep, but they didn't need to know that.

"Contestants!" A voice boomed, and Ginny whirled around quickly, all of them facing the door that had appeared. "We are moments away from meeting you on the field. Prepare for battle!"

"Merlin's beard..." Harry muttered, disapproving of the dramatics that Ginny was apparently living for.

The door swung open, and they stepped out into the bright daylight. The arena reminded Hermione of the Colosseum, with tiered seating in a circle, facing the arena itself in the centre. The wall of sound that hit them was overwhelming, and she realised the stadium was packed to the rafters. In a separate stand of their own, she spotted Pansy and Ron, and waved as she caught their eye. She elbowed Neville, who frowned before noticing his girlfriend. They made their way over to the two of them.