The years had been kind to Ginny Weasley. Too often when Hermione thought about the witch that had once been her friend, she thought only of the fragile, small girl she used to be. Somehow it was too difficult to reconcile the fierce woman standing only feet away with the image she'd carried around for so long. Despite having a rather eventful life, she had grown into a strikingly attractive woman. She was the kind of witch who turned heads without much effort. Certainly not like Hermione. Attempting to ignore the flare of jealousy that crept up, Hermione continued her survey of the practical stranger.