Mind Picture
Hermione Granger looked up from a copy of the Sexy Book of Sex and blushed at Ginny Weasley who smiled approvingly. "Where in the hell did you get this?" she asked in a low and secretive voice. The pages of the book were emanating moans of 'ohhhs' and 'ahhhs' as Hermione thumbed through it carefully.
"I found it in Percy's old trunk," Ginny answered as she sat beside the fifth-year Gryffindor. "God knows what else is in there."
"You shouldn't have brought this to Hogwart's," Hermione said sternly, but still not stopping her thumbing. "The house could get into trouble."
"How much else trouble could we get into Hermione?" the fourth-year asked.
"Honestly Ginny, sometimes you remind me of Fred and George."
"Is it good? That I'm like them?" Ginny wondered.
"Oh yes, very good indeed," Hermione agreed throwing the book casually by her bed. "But you must promise never to do that again, barging in here like that."
Ginny nodded and remembered how she had entered Hermione's quarters without even a knock. "I'll try to remember that," she said. Of course, Hermione was right, it was a rude thing, what she did. "You won't have to worry about me."
"And you'll keep my secret then?" Hermione asked. "I don't want to, but I may have to erase your memory. Certain parts of it, anyway."
"No! No need to do that Hermione. I won't tell what I saw you doing," the young one promised. "As long as you keep my secret as well."
"Don't worry Ginny, your little book is safe with me."
Ginny smiled and proceeded to leave when Hermione called her and handed her the book, wrapped with a ribbon to keep it shut. She said her thanks and left with the book and a picture of Hermione in her mind that she might never want to forget.