"In restless dreams I walked alone

Narrow streets of cobblestone,

'neath the halo of a street lamp,

I turned my collar to the cold and damp

When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of

A neon light

That split the night

And touched the sound of silence."

Sound of Silence

Simon and Garfunkel

Hermione shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her charcoal Kenneth Cole Hooded Wool coat. Today had been a hell of a day, and her night wasn't shaping up that well. She had gotten fired from her role as apprentice Librarian at The Ministry. When she came home, she had expected sympathy from her boyfriend, Ron, but had instead gotten into a fight that was long overdue.

Hermione looked up as a street light flickered near by. She suddenly looked around. Where was she?

Fantastic Hermione, you lost your job, your boyfriend and your way, all in one night. She sighed, knowing she'd have to apparate home to her parents.

A group of young men and women, Hermione's age all stood in a gaggle, chatting comfortably, not seeming to notice the cold or damp. Hermione couldn't help but stare.

They were all dressed as pirates.

Hermione looked around for some sign that she had stepped into an alternate dimension, when her eyes lighted on the poster clingning to the wall behind the group.

Pirates of Penzance. Hermione sighed. God was that releiving. For a moment she thought she had gone insane.

A couple of the group looked at her for a moment, and Hermione realized she must have been staring. She looked away, but not before a familiar looking man with dark red hair and a mustache caught her eye.

Hermione started off.

"Hermione?"

She looked back, startled. The red haired pirate was looking at her with brilliant brown eyes. She inadvertantly took a step back.

"G-Ginny?" She questioned.

The other figure laughed. "It's the mustache," Ginny Weasley said, in a comfortingly familiar voice, pulling off the fake hair peice and making as if to toss it on the ground.

"Don't you dare, Ginevra Shannon Weasley!"

Colin Creevey, dressed in a kneelength skirt and blonde wig, stormed up. Hermione felt her eyes bug out. Damn, she always knew he was gay, but not this gay.

Ginny laughed again, that bright infectious laugh that had Hermione smiling. She reached out and stuck the mustache to Colin's head, where it hung like a third eyebrow.

"Poor, Hermione, you mustn't think us queer."

Hermione gave Ginny's outfit an appraising look. Ginny laughed again. "Well not that queer."

Ginny was wearing a bandana around her head. Her red hair was powdered to look darker than natural. No less than three earings hung from each ear. Her makeup had worn off enough that she no longer looked like a street whore. She was wearing a light brown over coat over a white shirt and laced up bodice. Her jeans were tattered and torn, revealing black and red stockings. She looked sexy.

Oh I did not think that.

"My company is doing-" Ginny began.

"Pirates of Penzance." Hermione finished.

Ginny grinned. "Exactly. But as to the reason we're dressed such, the brillian director decided we should do a role reversed version. So I'm-"

"Frederic?" Hermione guessed.

Ginny laughed again. "Smart as pate, you are lass." Hermione, who had seen Muppet Treasure Island, smiled while Colin rolled his eyes.

"So, now you know our story, What about the brilliant Hermione?"

"Well I got fired today."

"No!" Ginny gasped. "Oh, please tell me my brother wasn't stupid enough to bring up his problems with the Ministry!"

Hermione's face said it all. Ginny made a face at the absent Ron. "That's it, Herm, you're coming home with me tonight."

"Wh-what?" Hermione spluttered.

"Come on, you're practically family. My brother's being a prat, so you can stay with me til he apologizes. It'll be fun."

Sure Fun. If I can get pictures of you out of my head.

(So, what do you think? Should I continue?