WILDFLOWER, hermione granger.

ooiv. same lips red, same eyes blue

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OOIV. SAME LIPS RED, SAME EYES BLUE
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FIVE MINUTES BEFORE LUNCH BREAK ENDED, IVY ENTERS THE GREAT HALL, HER HAIR DAMP FROM A SWIM IN THE MASSIVE POOL IN THE PREFECT'S BATHROOM. That's probably the only thing she loved about being a Prefect—it meant she didn't have to sneak out to the Black Lake and be paranoid about the Giant Squid trying to get her again.

"Nice swim?" Hermione asks with a smile, noting that Ivy's shoulders were more relaxed than she was that morning.

Ivy plonked herself down beside Harry. "Perfect. Our bathroom's probably the only thing I liked about being a Prefect."

Moments later, a seventh year Hufflepuff enters the Great Hall with the same damp hair, winking at Ivy—though she receives no more than a dead stare of acknowledgement from Ivy herself.

Hermione blinked. "Why am I not surprised?"

"Oh," Ivy chuckles. "We made out for a bit before I entered the Prefect's bathroom—then she found me again but by that time, I was already dressed..." She trails off, realization dawning on her and slowly looked down at her shirt. "Fuck. Fuck!"

"What is it?" Harry glances at her, confused. Hermione looked on concerned. Ron jumped from his food-induced reverie when Ivy jumped up.

Ivy placed her hand on her chest, eyes widening again. "Shit, I forgot my bra—or it was missing—" She pursed her lips as Hermione blushed from too much information. Ron spat out his chicken as Harry's cheeks burned red. "Oh. My. God. I'll meet you in class, 'Mione," Ivy tells the muggleborn witch hastily before running out.

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HERMIONE'S CHEEKS WERE STILL BURNING BY THE TIME THE QUARTET WERE MAKING THEIR WAY DOWN TO THE DUNGEONS FOR THEIR DOUBLE POTIONS. Ivy had long since gotten over the embarrassment after a long (and colorful) pep talk to herself.

Ivy noted that there were only a dozen people who progressed to N.E.W.T. level. Four other Slytherins (who, for once, did not include Crabbe and Goyle) including her brother made it through, along with four Ravenclaws and one Hufflepuff.

"Harry," McMillan greets, holding out his hand as the quartet approached, "Didn't get a chance to speak in Defense Against The Dark Arts this morning. Good lesson, I thought, but Shield Charms are old hat, of course, for us old D.A. lags... And how are you, Ron—Hermione?"

Hermione frowned, noticing how he pointedly excluded Ivy from the greeting—nonetheless, the female Malfoy in question lacked the care for that. Before they could respond, Slughorn is ushering them into the classroom.

As they filed into the room, his great walrus mustache curved above his beaming mouth, and he greeted Harry, Ivy, and Zabini with particular enthusiasm.

One that Ivy didn't bother to return.

The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapors and odd smells. Harry, Ron, Ivy, and Hermione sniffed interestedly as they passed large, bubbling cauldrons. The four Slytherins (excluding Ivy) took a table together, as did the four Ravenclaws. This left Harry, Ron, Ivy, and Hermione to share a table with McMillan, much to Ivy's utter chagrin.