Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all the other characters of J.K Rowling don't belong to me.
Hi! I hope you enjoy this story! It's a Dramione, but like you will see, Draco doesn't figure in this first chapter... Unfortunately! I'm already writing the second chapter and I'll update soon. I hope you like it and if you do, please let a comment! -Amiis
Step 1:Makeover
"You know, you're not that bad Granger. What a shame that you don't let the others see you as you really are..."
"Oh, shut up Malfoy! And don't you dare repeat anything you saw or heard, do you understand? If you let slip a word out of your filthy mouth I'll..."
"You'll what Granger? You'll what?", said Draco, a playful grin on his face.
Hermione woke up, startled by the weird dream she just had. "Why was Malfoy in my head?" she tought. "Oh, whatever, it's not like it meant something anyway..."
Today, she was starting with, oh no, Potions... The class she hated the most... and not only because of the greasy hair of Snape (a terrifying thought), but because she hated when he deliberately mixed the Slytherins with the Gryffindor. Good for her, she often ended up with Theodore Nott, a guy who she didn't specially like, but who was a good worker. Unfortunately, her best friend, Ron always had to work with Draco Malfoy, a guy who considered himself as the best in everything and who hated everybody who wasn't like him. In short, he was the most despicable guy in the world. And an idiot, of course.
Hermione quickly dressed up, brushed her teeth and tried making her hair decent. She looked at her reflection in the mirror of the bathroom. Her chocolate eyes became red because of the lack of sleep, her skin tone was way too blemish, her nose, a bit too big, her lips looked cracked,as always, and her hair was... oh, don't get me talking about her horrendous hair...
In one word, Hermione was a mess. And she totally knew it.
Her doormat, Parvati, striked out of bed, tried to put on decent clothes, passed a hand in her hair and brushed her teeth and went down to the Great Hall.
"Well,"sighed Hermione, "she doesn't need so much preparation and she always look amazing... Anyway, it's not like I needed all her attributes, I don't aspire to get a boyfriend..."
"What in the world are you rambling about, Her?"asked Lavender, getting out of bed.
"Nothing, really. And stop calling me 'Her'! That's not my name!"
"Yeaaaah, but Hermione is too complicated to say at... this hour..."
"Whatever..." sighed Hermione again.
"Hey... is it me or does your hair looks a bit better today?" demanded Lavender, surprised.
"Oh please! Stop teasing me already! "
"Hey, I'm serious! Wait, sit down, I may be able to do something with them..."said the girl, pushing Hermione on a chair.
"Lavender, please," she begged,"I won't be able to take breakfast if you go on or worse: I'll be late for class!"
"Oh come on Her! I'm just trying to help a..."
"DON'T say it, don't!"
"Mate!" laughed hysterically Lavender.
"Ugh. I hate you Lavender. "
"Yeaaah! I love you too! " she responded."Now, sit still, it'll hurt a little..."
"Aaah! Bloody hell Lavender, if you wanted to kill me, you could have told me sooner!"screamed Hermione. "Are you trying to rip off my hair from my head? Oh, you bloody psycho! You're loving it, aren't you?"
"Now calm down Her. Hey! Don't bite! Ok, it's all done. Happy?" asked Hermione's hairdresser while making her client face the mirror.
Hermione fixed the stranger standing in front of her. Somehow, Lavender had managed to straighten her hair, usually fizzy, and she hade made a gorgeous severe high ponytail. Her brown hair was falling in her back and her face looked more... serene.
"So?" asked Lavender. "Do you like it?"
"Well, i-it's beautiful. Thanks."
"Oh, don't thanks me yet! I'm not done! Your face-I'm so sorry- looks horrible. We have to do something starting with those lips of yours..."
"No, don't, or I'll be late for Snape's class!" whimpered Hermione.
"No you won't silly head! Classes start in 15 minutes!"
"Please let me go!"
"Objection refused! Now shut up, I have to put some moisturizer on your lips... Do you ever do this? Cause your lips are like a desert in Arizona! It's horrible, babe, horrible!"
"Oh, now, I'm babe! It's getting worse!" sighed the girl in despair.
"Umm,didn't I told you to close that mouth? Thanks! And... done! Your eyes are ok I guess and your nose isn't the first thing people see when they look at you!"
"Look, I'm sure you had good intentions of charity for me, but if I walk down these stairs, I'll be bloody embarrassed! And people will make fun of me! Like Harry! And Ron!"
"Stop being all this dramatic and walk down these stairs and work it Her!" screamed Lavender, worked up.
"My life is a mess." thought her victim, quickly walking down the stairs while trying to hide her face.
