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Presenting....my first HP fic. Kind of a song fic, but not really. Confused?
"Oh, Hermione! Ron will absolutely die when he sees you!"
She grinned and turned away from the mirror to face me.
"Do you really think so, Ginny?"
I really did. Her hair, usually a mass of frizz, was straightened and curled gently down her back. Her makeup was flawless, her nails painted a delicate shade of blue. But most spectacular of all was her dress.
The two of us had decided to go in Muggle formal clothes instead of dress robes to the Spring Ball. We wanted to stand out. And it looked to me that Hermione, with her slinky, shapely, shimmering baby blue dress, was going to do just that.
"Hermione, if he doesn't stammer and nearly faint with shock when he sees you, my name isn't Ginny Weasley!"
"Oh, Ginny, you are so sweet!"
"I am NOT just being sweet here Hermione! Look at yourself!"
"OK, OK. Now, time to get you ready!"
My dress had been a bit harder to find that Hermione's because she, as a brunette, could wear almost any color. My choices, being a redhead, were a bit limited. But I had finally found it.
Hermione dabbed green eye shadow lightly across my eyelids. "So, Ginny, who are you trying to impress?"
I pretended to blush and faked a giggle, sounding, amusingly enough, like a few of my boy-crazy roommates. "Um-Neville...."
Hermione was not impressed.
"Ginny-the truth!"
The truth was, I was not about to reveal the person I desperately wanted to catch the eye of. I was supposed to have gotten over that silly little crush years ago! He was my brother's best friend! What was I playing at?
I kept telling myself that. It never worked.
"No one really." I finally answered Hermione. "I just one to look good for- for me."
Hermione nodded, but I could see she was only half-convinced. "OK, make-up's done. Now your hair."
I had always hated my hair. The color, the was it was neither curly nor straight. The one thing it did right was hold a curl.
My hair took forever for Hermione to curl into spirals, as I have a lot of hair. But finally it was done, and finally-FINALLY, I could step into the most gorgeous piece of clothing I have ever worn, let alone owned.
My dress.
It was extremely pale green, with spaghetti straps. The top had a piece of green gauzy material scrunched up, which hid my chest-or lack thereof. The skirt flared, and without my high heels skimmed the floor. For the first time in my life I felt truly beautiful.
I slipped my feet into my high heels and joined Hermione at the mirror. I gasped
Hermione had transformed me from an unremarkable top student into a gorgeous girl.
I turned to Hermione and threw my arms around her. "Thank you, Hermione. Thank you so much."
Then I realized that required a bit of an explanation, so I opened my mouth to explain, until I saw her face.
She knew how I felt about Harry. Somehow she had known all along.
"I'm really sorry, Hermione. I know he's your best friend but..."
I trailed off as she held up her hand. "Forget it. "C'mon, lets go, we're going to be late."
Presenting....my first HP fic. Kind of a song fic, but not really. Confused?
"Oh, Hermione! Ron will absolutely die when he sees you!"
She grinned and turned away from the mirror to face me.
"Do you really think so, Ginny?"
I really did. Her hair, usually a mass of frizz, was straightened and curled gently down her back. Her makeup was flawless, her nails painted a delicate shade of blue. But most spectacular of all was her dress.
The two of us had decided to go in Muggle formal clothes instead of dress robes to the Spring Ball. We wanted to stand out. And it looked to me that Hermione, with her slinky, shapely, shimmering baby blue dress, was going to do just that.
"Hermione, if he doesn't stammer and nearly faint with shock when he sees you, my name isn't Ginny Weasley!"
"Oh, Ginny, you are so sweet!"
"I am NOT just being sweet here Hermione! Look at yourself!"
"OK, OK. Now, time to get you ready!"
My dress had been a bit harder to find that Hermione's because she, as a brunette, could wear almost any color. My choices, being a redhead, were a bit limited. But I had finally found it.
Hermione dabbed green eye shadow lightly across my eyelids. "So, Ginny, who are you trying to impress?"
I pretended to blush and faked a giggle, sounding, amusingly enough, like a few of my boy-crazy roommates. "Um-Neville...."
Hermione was not impressed.
"Ginny-the truth!"
The truth was, I was not about to reveal the person I desperately wanted to catch the eye of. I was supposed to have gotten over that silly little crush years ago! He was my brother's best friend! What was I playing at?
I kept telling myself that. It never worked.
"No one really." I finally answered Hermione. "I just one to look good for- for me."
Hermione nodded, but I could see she was only half-convinced. "OK, make-up's done. Now your hair."
I had always hated my hair. The color, the was it was neither curly nor straight. The one thing it did right was hold a curl.
My hair took forever for Hermione to curl into spirals, as I have a lot of hair. But finally it was done, and finally-FINALLY, I could step into the most gorgeous piece of clothing I have ever worn, let alone owned.
My dress.
It was extremely pale green, with spaghetti straps. The top had a piece of green gauzy material scrunched up, which hid my chest-or lack thereof. The skirt flared, and without my high heels skimmed the floor. For the first time in my life I felt truly beautiful.
I slipped my feet into my high heels and joined Hermione at the mirror. I gasped
Hermione had transformed me from an unremarkable top student into a gorgeous girl.
I turned to Hermione and threw my arms around her. "Thank you, Hermione. Thank you so much."
Then I realized that required a bit of an explanation, so I opened my mouth to explain, until I saw her face.
She knew how I felt about Harry. Somehow she had known all along.
"I'm really sorry, Hermione. I know he's your best friend but..."
I trailed off as she held up her hand. "Forget it. "C'mon, lets go, we're going to be late."