Renaissance Faire

 

Summary: To kick off the end of the year Harry suggests, at a prefect meeting, a Renaissance Faire.

 

Rating: NC-17

 

 

*Renaissance Faire: Annual events celebrating the end of deadly winter and the spring rebirth of the lands and animals necessary to survival. Farmers displayed their early crops. Inn Keepers offered their specialty dishes. Craft people hawked their wares. Artists, Musicians, Jugglers, Actors, amused and entertained. It was a time of hope and promise, a time to dream. *

 

 

 

Chapter one:

 

 

“Okay, last week I gave you all a the topic of discussion for this meeting. To refresh your memory: I asked for suggestions concerning Seventh Year Bash, as—” Hermione cast a displeased look towards Ron and Harry, “ some people have decided to call it. We’ve decided that an unusual, yet fun gathering of the school at the end of the year type party for us seventh years would be a good change, something to take our minds off of the casualties this year. Hopefully it can become a tradition. We went through the suggestion box and decided on something rather quickly.” Hermione smiled encouragingly at the Prefects around the table. “Harry, would you explain Ginny’s idea.”

 

 

Harry cleared his throat. He wasn’t very big with speeches, but Hermione had informed him that since he was Head Boy he would have an obligation to help coax Ginny’s idea around the rest of the table. Dumbledore had agreed to their idea, only if all the prefects agreed with the topic. “Well-er…Ginny proposed a Renaissance Faire-” he struggled.

 

 

Ginny snorted. “Harry, maybe you should sit down before you hurt yourself. I sort of knew you’d both choose my idea. I’ve been thinking about it since the beginning of the year. I’ve been able to form an agreement with money bags over there,” she said, somewhat distastefully, jerking her head towards Draco Malfoy, “and he bought me some material for our costumes. All of us will be the main hosts.”

 

 

Draco sneered angrily at her. “Stupid weasel.”

 

 

Ginny rolled her eyes. “I love you too, ferret! Like I was saying. I’ve only managed to make a few costumes-Luna, would you please take off your robe.”

 

 

Everyone gasped. “Ginny-this is hardly—” Hermione started.

 

 

“Gees Hermione, I guess it’s true what they say-it’s the quiet bookworms you need to worry about,” Ginny commented. “If you all would look towards Luna-the girls will be wearing similar out fits,” Ginny quickly shrugged out of her own robe. “Here’s a different choice as well. Now, eyes back to Luna. Her dress isn’t exactly Renaissance, but it’s been tailored for the fantasy concept one gets when thinking of the era. If you look closely, you’d be able to see it clearly in the sun; it’s been accented with tiny crystal beads. The handkerchief cut and hemline has a sort of fuchsia, gold blend to give it some vibrancy. The slit bell sleeves and the elasticized top gives you the choice to have it on the shoulders,” Ginny motioned for Luna to take the sleeves down, “or off the shoulders.”

 

 

Ginny paused, leaned forward to take a drink of her water and continued. “I’m wearing what would be considered the correct clothing for a woman in this era. The flowing green skirt layered with softer colors. The very tight forest green, corset which squishes your belly in and pushes your breasts higher,” Ginny spoke drolly and looked down at her chest. “Oh, wow, where’d those come from?” She said somewhat flustered as she looked down at the swell of her breasts pushing out over the corset. She lifted her head up, her face red. “Ha, I guess it really does work!”

 

 

“Oh Merlin,” Ron grunted in disgust. “I think I’m going to be sick!”

 

 

“Anyhow-if you’d like the fairy style or this style.

 

 

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This is just a rough draft of the first chapter. The line where Ginny says ‘Oh, wow, where’d those come from?” was originally said by Willow Rosenburg (Alyson Hannigan) on Buffy the Vampire Slayer.