...ch. The sun was still high in the sky there, so they made quick reservations at a muggle hotel and changed into their suits.
Hermione left the bathroom to find the two men ready and waiting. And holding her black bikini.
"No," she said, ignoring their grins. "No!"
"Come on," Ron urged, wiggling the bottoms at her. "No one's gonna know you here."
"You do." she crossed her arms.
"And we want to see you wear it," Harry countered.
"Why? You need a good laugh?"
"Hermione, I guarantee you, if you put this on, neither of us will be laughing."
"Want to bet?" she grumbled.
"Hell yes! What are the terms?" Ron chipped in.
"I will wear something equally skimpy, you choose it," he negotiated.
"Me too," Harry blurted when he saw her resolve start to waver.
"And if you laugh I get to change immediately."
"Now when we drool instead of laugh, you wear it all day."
"Er, alright, I guess." She took it hesitantly into the loo. Parvati had given it to her months ago when she first made a name for herself in fashion. Hermione, knowing nothing on the topic, had to take her word for it that it was 'in'. "Oh my." The little pieces of cloth barely covered her as they clung tightly to her body. She was sure, if it wasn't charmed, her chest would fall straight out. Someone knocked on the door. "Just...just a minute."
"Come out, we want to see it," Ron called.