When Hermione had suggested that they go to the costume party, which was being thrown as prelude to Bill and Fleur’s wedding the next day, as pirates, she hadn’t expected the clover colored bustier, ridiculously small excuse for a skirt, or the peacock feathers stuck in her gigantic captain’s hat. That had been Ginny’s interpretation and Hermione was familiar enough with Ginny’s infamous Bat-Bogey Hex to know better than to insist that this whorish getup wasn’t very practical for piracy. After all, it’s not like they were actually going to be sailing the high seas or anything. Later, when they finally joined the boys downstairs, Hermione realized that while the costume wasn’t exactly sea-worthy it did have some uses, and clearly the booty that Ginny had had in mind to plunder wasn’t gold but flesh and blood. She blushed as red as the hair of all the Weasleys surrounding her, as Ron utterly conspicuously stared at her mostly exposed breasts. Then he realized what he was doing and colored too. Ginny and Harry were suddenly nowhere to be found and it felt hot despite her scantily clad status. She mumbled that Ginny had made her do it, and Ron replied that it was probably the best idea that his little sister had ever had before he realized what he was saying. Hermione knew it was a compliment but she couldn’t help taking offense and demanding to know whether he was saying that there was anything wrong with her usual clothing.