Authors Note: Two Chapters in One! This is only going to be a 5 chappie story, no ladies and gents I am not slacking off; I just got this irresistible urge to write…this. I wrote a fiction press version to, so um yeah, if you wanna go there and check out Griffen…Grave Yard Goth is my story…I guess, I don't know how to explain, but yeah, this is me…in Hermione, it's a shocker and it's very special, I hope you guys like it…please read this and understand that Hermione is me, because in a way I'm Hermione, those of you who write would understand, when you write you always put a part of yourself into your character, I really hope you like it….
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Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter…kinda weird cause I don't have anything disturbing and slightly humorous things to say here…oh well…..MUNKEESSSS!!! MWHAHAHAHAHA!!! BIA'S!!!
Death in a Dishwasher
(Chapter One, Part One)
Eyes glazed over in nothing but shock, she walked towards the bloodied scene shaking from head to toe…
They're dead…
Her parents were there, at the table and in her mind she could still see their smiles greeting her to the dinner table, her mother had slaved away the whole day attempting to cook an acceptable meal for her only daughter's birthday.
Oh my god…
Everything looked perfect, not one candle on her cake was blown out, a delicious pot pie still steamed, the delicious smell wafting over her delicate nose, in all of her silent hysteria Hermione sucked the welcoming smell in, sighing in apt satisfaction, nearly forgetting all the blood…
Her parents…were dead and there was blood all over…everything. She sat down at the table and stared in some sick fascination at the twin decapitated bodies, wondering what on earth had happened.
Shouldn't I be sad? Crying? Ripping off my shirt and screaming 'Stella' at the top of my lungs of something?...Wonder where the heads are…
Hogwarts star student stood up in absolute nonchalance and began to look for her parent's heads…
Well, let's see…there's blood everywhere apart from the cake so this is some guy who's out to shock the living crap out of me, so if I was some sick fuck who wanted to terrorize a scared and estranged little school girl where would I hide her parents heads?
She cried a triumphant 'hah!' and headed towards the kitchen…
Miss. Granger comes through again…the dishwasher…what a sick bastard…
There were her parent's heads in the dishwasher bloated beyond recognition and hardly a sight fit for a 16 year old girl. But never the less Hermione's renowned curiosity got the best of her and she picked her mothers head up, with a sad smile began to sing…
"Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday to me, Happy Birthday dear Hermione, Happy Birthday to…me"
There was nothing else she could do but pick up the phone and call the police, and whilst she was being drowned in the countless questions and flashing lights, Hermione Granger remained with a single question in her head…
Wonder if Dad got me that car like I wanted…
You might view Hermione's actions as sadistic and demented, but you have to understand…it was what she was expecting. Being friends with Harry Potter is quite enough training for ones tolerance of death and gore, and her own personality mixed into this all…
She was simply tired.
Tired of the worry, and pressure that the world decided to feed her, and when it came her time to shine through and be happy for once, it decided to destroy it all with a dishwasher. So Miss. Granger had come to the conclusion whilst in Police Custody the night after her parents 'brutal murder' that she would not give this world or any other another chance to ruin her.
This was not going to affect her, her parents were dead so what? They weren't needed in the first place, in two years she would graduate and elevate (as her school records show) to the highest position the Wizarding World could offer…In a month or so she would be back in Hogwarts, back with those so-called friends of hers and all that bubbly emotions that dare invade her innards when with them…
The mere thought of granting the world a smile right now made her sick, and when coming back from the bathroom, she remembered something…
There were markings….somewhere…when I picked up mum's head, there was something behind her ear, something with a…snake?
She lost all control as logic set in…
The dark mark. Oh my God, the dark mark…
Her shock and fear was quickly replaced with anger, as she thought more on the revolting subject…
But why? What have I done?
What do you think you've done? Hmm? Does Harry ring a bell?
But…I mean, Oh god. What would killing my family…have anything to do with it?
Well, oh one with retarded IQ, they hurt you they hurt Harry, you're parents head wouldn't have been thrown in the dishwasher for a good wash if you hadn't have had that stupid little…ugh…I get sick even thinking it…crush on the "Boy Who Lived"….to fuck us all!
No, Harry's my friend and he needed someone! I was only being human! I wouldn't have done this if I had known!
Four simple words Granger, "Yes you would have" You have always been the weak one between us, and I must say im tired of your school girl stupidity, for gods sakes! YOUR PARENTS HEADS WERE IN THE DISHWASHER! BLOATED AND BLEEDING! And you still feel you have to protect that bastard…you are nothing but an idiot…
No! This is not Harry's fault! None of this will ever be! It's not his fault he was born! And it certainly not his fault Voldemort is a sick man!
Yes it is…if Harry hadn't "lived" all those years back would you be in this position?
No, I'd be dead!
Not necessarily everything is not all up to Harry, you forgot Dumbledore!
He would be dead to!
Look little Miss. Know-It-All, the point is THAT IT'S NOT FAIR!
It's not is it? But you can't blame that on anyone but Voldemort can you?
Go look in the mirror Hermione…
She did as she was instructed and went to the mirror, almost crying at the sight she was greeted with. Her hair was tangled and dirty, her skin was pale and pasty, and there were lines all over her once fair face boasting of her physical defeat with the utmost unsightliness, her hands were worn and coarse, with hair matted to her sweaty face and an added unseemliness about her aura. Hermione Granger cried her heart out for all the wrong reasons…
I knew if I couldn't play the Harry killed your parents' card your self-esteem would work instead. You've always been a little bit shallow Miss. Granger…
Shut up! I don't need this! I just need to sleep!!
Don't give me that rest and relaxation crap Hermione! Why….isn't that what mother dear used to say? Before she was truncated?
She let out a strangled cry, throwing her self on the bed in a case of lost hope….
Oh god!! Leave me be!!
No! You need to realize Hermione! I am not backing down anymore! This sick fuck of a world doesn't need another puny and unsubstantial human being to breath in it's toxicated and superficial air totally cloaking themselves from any kind of pain at all…you hate yourself for being this way don't you?
I don't know what you're talking about! Just shut up!
For being the little girl in the corner who tries her best to ignore her mother being beaten with a burning iron by her own husband by burying her head in the nearest year 12 level book. I'm tired of the lies and so are you!
They're really dead aren't they?
And you need to do something about it!
What could I do? After all I am only that little girl…
STOP GIVING IN TO EVERYONE! FIGHT BACK FOR ONCE! For the sake of both of our sanities, just open your eyes! That's all I ask…
And with the words on her own troubled conscious to lead and guide her, Hermione Granger unlocked the little trunk of fear and secrets that she had kept in her heart since she was just a little girl, and breathed on her own account for the first time in her life…
There…now that wasn't so bad was it?
Authors Note: Don't worry I won't forget about Dear Diary, I just need to get this out of my system first! I didn't know if I could have kept my rationality if I didn't write this, I really hope you like it…please review..
Thank You for Your Support…
Griffen
Authors Note: You'd be surprised to find that this whole chapter as a one was written in the same night…I just want to get this over with and get back to Dear Diary, you know? So um, yeah this story should be finished in the next two weeks…I'll try my best to hurry up and get back to my originals, but please give this fic. Some of your time…thank you…I need a beta reader…
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Disclaimer: I am in love with a Japanese artist called Miyavi and that is all you need to know (And no I don't own Harry Potter!)
Mannerly Masochism
(Chapter One, Part Two)
She slept peacefully for the first time since her parent's demise and woke up feeling even better.
I guess that talk with my conscious did me some good…
With a smile she made her way to the bathroom, the police had put her up in a hotel. Not knowing what else to do since she had no other family and no other friends, she was all alone…they just didn't know what to do with a seemingly orphaned genius…
I'm still here you know…
Right…
She got out of the rather comfortable bed and headed towards the luxury bathroom for the object of bathing…When in the bath Hermione pondered on what she should tell her "friends".
I can't just show up at the burrow and say "Hey Harry, Ron, guess what? My parents were killed by Voldie lovers over the summer…it was fuuun"…
Why not?
Because! It's not…sane…
What's your point?
But…come on? Voldie lovers?
Hey I have an idea! How bout you just NOT tell them!
But they're my friends…
No they're not Miss. Granger; they're just some guys you used to have crushes on…that's all.
…
You know I'm right; I am your conscious after all! I know all little missy! Ditch those dorks!
I've known them since 1st year. I can't they are my friends! I've been with them through EVERYTHING...
Well looks like they missed something on the calendar, say that small little thing that happened about oh I don't know 4 days ago?
That's different…
How?
It just is!
Harry writes you non-stop, Ron even more! They write about EVERYTHING Granger, from their neighbor dying to the annoying booger stuck up their noses! And when something unbelievably important happens to you…you don't say a word!
That's not true! I'm recovering I don't have to write them!
Lady, you're crazy…I think you get less and less interested in your relationship with the Wonder Boys every year, getting tired of the same scene I see?
No! I love those guys! They are my friends…
That you're
getting sick and tired off!
You don't know anything! Harry's helped me through so much!! And he's alone! He NEEDS a friend like me!
So it's a pity party?
I didn't say that…
Ahh! Granger slipped up! Where's that stunning IQ gone now?
That's not what I meant…
Yes it was, I'm gonna win this, because I speak the truth…you're just so fraudulent Hermione, you really disappoint me…
You don't know what you're talking about!
Ok, so it's pity for Harry, what about Ron? Maybe he's just there to boost your self-esteem, with the way he looks at you CONSTANTLY! Or maybe you feel sorry for his sister, you know? How she was seduced by the big bad and all…you're just as conceited as Pansy Parkinson, you know that? Just like every one else, NOTHING BUT A BIG FAT LIER!
The water had run cold now, and when she got out of the bath tub, she was assaulted with an onslaught of goose bumps. She quickly wrapped a soft, cotton towel around her young body, and for the first time since her little 'session' she looked in the mirror.
She was back to normal, looking like a typical teenage girl was just so fit for her, she didn't know if she could handle the change…She wasn't beautiful or even pretty, she was just plain old Hermione, she sometimes wondered why Ron liked her so much…It had been no secret to her of course, ever since the Viktor Krum incident she had known, and was only flattered by the new piece of information, nothing more, nothing less…She had shamefully flirted to keep the flame alive, just to suit her own purposes. Totally brushing him off when he hinted on a date or something. She just wanted him there for show, to prove to the world, that she was not the lonely ditz everyone thought her to be…
And in that sense she really was selfish…
I told you so…you're not as perfect as you think Hermione Granger…
She brushed her long and bushy mane in silence, guilt creeping into her knowledgeable filling.
Why are you so afraid of change Granger? Don't you want to live at all? Or would you rather live your parent's life, dismal, dull, and dead?
She dried herself of quickly, then put on some clothes, a simple tank top and baggy jeans. Hermione was never one to show off…not in public anyway…
There you go again, scared to take any chances what-so-ever…you might as well be Snape, live your life as the most hated teacher in Hogwarts with a bad nose job…
She locked her hotel room door, and preceded down the lobby a small knapsack over her shoulder and about 50 quid in her pocket. The Elevator opened with a ringing chime and she complied with it's invite by stepping in. With a simple press of a button she was in the Hotel Lobby and not asking for any directions, she set herself off and alone in the middle of London no clue what so ever of where she was and how she got there…
I wonder where the little bookworm is off to now…
Her first stop was to find a phone, and she let out a small smile when she saw a diminutive and totally obscure pub not ten feet away from her… she made her way inside nearly choking on the intake of smoke she had to inhale…a few men smiled at her but she shrugged them off in disgust and went straight up to the bartender…
"No service"
He was a young man, only hitting his 20's, handsome to be sure, but much too cocky for her…
There you go again, with the "Oh my! Everyone seems to looking down my shirt!" stance. I would really appreciate if you just drop the role of the egotistical little fuck for once, you know?
"I only want to use the phone"
He smiled, look relived and wiped his brow with the dirty dish rag he had used to wipe the counter, leaving a slight smudge of dirt on his otherwise clean forehead; she couldn't help but giggle as he led her through the back. And with deft instructions something about no long distance or something like that. He left Hermione alone, with nothing but the voice in her head, a phone number and no courage at all…
If you want to prove to me that they really your TRUE friends call them…it's as simple as that!
She picked up the telephone with conviction, and dialed the number, it rang only three times and she was just about to hang up when:
"Hello, this is the Dursley residence; may I ask who is calling?"
Aunt Petunia she guessed, the lady sounded like a downright witch even on the phone…she put up her best front and replied…
"Oh yes, this is Hermione Granger, may I please speak to Harry?"
She could HEAR Mrs. Dursley turn pale over the phone, he voice cracked at bit when she called out Harry's name and with a sickly and disappointed voice she said…
"Yes, he is on his way"
And left…Harry was on not soon after, and the sound of his voice made her feel even guiltier then she did before, she was silent for a moment not knowing what to say…
Well come on! What are you waiting for?
"Harry? It's me…Hermione"
"Oh! Hermione! How are you? We haven't heard from you all summer…what's been going on over there?"
He sounded so cheerful, that she wanted to cry… he had been so good to her for the past 5 years and had saved her life countless times, and this is how she repays him, with false promises of friendship and selfish motives?
"Everything's fine over here, I was just checking up on you…Dad took me to….Germany for the summer, I'm in London now"
Lies sure do come easily for you, well of course they would. After all you've been lying to these to rejects since the beginning of… well….TIME.
"Sounds fun, I guess your owl refused to make a trip that far huh?"
"Yes, and also the tiny fact that dad wouldn't let me bring it along…"
He laughed, and it felt good to hear someone laugh, it made her smile…
"Harry? I have to go soon, my dads expecting me down for…breakfast, I'll see you on the train…"
He sighed and said…
"Alright 'Mione, Ron and I really do miss you…"
"I miss you all too"
"Please try and write us…"
"Everyday…"
"Well…see ya 'Mione"
"Goodbye Harry"
Well that was a bloody waste of time…
She left the pub, not before thanking the bartender whose name she later found out was James. He gave her a flirtatious smile which she returned with a knowing eye roll…
She didn't have a clue where she would go next, her last obstacle had been tackled with absolutely no vigor at all, and she really didn't think she was up to anything…
She opted to go back to the hotel and sleep the rest of her life away, when someone caught her eye…
A woman, or someone she hoped was a woman stood in the street across from her, looking out into space with nothing much to do…but it wasn't the person who intrigued her it was the clothes…She was wearing a dress, something along the lines of "Little Bo Peep" but much tighter and smaller, it was black with random decorative ribbons flailed all over the place. The women's hair was done in a pig tails, styled to perfection as they fell in smooth ringlets past her shoulders, they were jet black also drowned in ribbons extraordinaire…her boots were… something else, and gave Hermione a stunning picture of what might be this ladies nighttime profession might be. Everything was black about this mystery woman, and Hermione thought it beautiful…
She couldn't help herself; she crossed the street in a trance not even minding the people who bumped into her, not until she had talked to the lady…
"Hello"
The woman looked up in surprise than smiled, her black lipstick contrasting deeply to the shining white teeth…
"I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself, and I think your outfits beautiful…"
What came out of the fascinating "woman" would haunt little Hermione for the rest of her life…
In a totally masculine voice, the "woman" crossed her legs, smiled and said…
"Doll, if you're a dike looking for some gay lovings, sorry to say, but I swing the other way…"
Hermione was silent and just stared at the person who had just had a magical sex change right in front of her eyes.
"Yes darling, I'm a man, and if it's the clothes you're interested in, there's a little store down the road from here, I could show the way if you like?"
She didn't know where this apparent man was taking her; she just couldn't get of the fact that this beautiful woman was not so womanly…
"Sweetling, I'd appreciate much if ya shut ya trap"
She complied immediately, partly from fear…
"Ta"
Nothing about this strange person gave signs of homosexuality; Hermione couldn't help but say;
"You really are beautiful women you know?"
Partly idiocy, part curiosity, was the cause of this statement, and she was very happy with herself for the having the balls (no pun intended) to speak up…
"Why, thank you…"
He peered down at her from the elevating height that his platforms escalated him too and continued…
"And you make quite a catch also"
She nodded and said…
"Yes, but I am actually in compliance with my sex"
"And your point is?"
They laughed quietly for a moment, then silence followed after, it took most of Hermione's concentration to follow the strange man through all the twists and turns he was taking…
"What's you name?"
She gazed up at him with a wide eyed innocence that made the outlandish man laugh…
"Thorn"
"Pretty name"
"You?"
"Hermione"
He scrunched up his delicate nose in disgust and said…
"Hate it already, might as well change it. I'm sensing friendly vibes from you little girl. I was having quite a bad day and the compliment on my outfit was well placed, I do believe we are going to be the best of friends, so…what should your new name be?"
He stopped and stared at her for a moment, which made Hermione tremendously uncomfortable…; being stared down by a drag queen would not be expected to be anything but uncomfortable…Finally he said something…
"Your eyes, honey sort off…between Linn honey or Cleome honey, so what we'll it be? Linn or Cleome?"
She looked at the man skeptically wondering if Little Bo Beep had gone of his/her rocker, she sighed in defeat, wondering if she was ever going to get to this so called "store".
"Linn, I guess"
"I knew it! You seem quite the intellectual Linn, I like you already! Ahah! There it is!"
If it really was a shop, where people actually went to go and shop and by things that cost money, it was one of the strangest Hermione had ever seen! They were in a dark alley, with nothing but homeless bums and hungry rats to keep them company, a dingy and dirty door greeted them not at all welcoming…she could help but feel she had fallen in and Al Pacino Movie, right at the part where the snitch is about to get shot…
Thorn knocked on the door twice, and its loud and metal drum was loud enough for anyone to hear…
"Ronny? Come on! Open up you sick bastard! It's me"
It opened in a hurry, Thorn grabbed Hermione's hand and pulled him in with her, and needless to say she was quite amazed…it was a complete opposite of where she had been dolefully standing just a second ago, everything looked so…rich…
Ronny was a girl about her age, cropped bleach white hair and blue thick eyeliner, Hermione thought her just as beautiful as her Sapphic predecessor…
The store had obviously gone for a Japanese look, with beautiful wall coverings and exquisite fur lined EVRYTHING, all over…It really was fascinating. Especially to clean in the clear Hermione.
"Linn, darling come over here, and talk to Ronny"
Thorn acted as if they were long lost friends, she didn't know what to do but smile… it seemed Ronny understood her predicament, she could tell by the comforting and embarrassed look on her face…
"Ronny, sweetie this is Linn, Linn with a double N! Not a boring old Lin"
He stretched it out into an annoying whine causing both 'Linn' and Ronny to wince…
"Those are just to boring! It's L-I-N-N! She's your new project!"
The words 'she's your new project' did nothing but terrify Hermione as her thoughts raced through the millions of things that word could mean, she did blindly follow a drag queen that she'd never met before and after all she had heard so many stories from her parents about crazy fags that like to steal women's genitals… The words project was not really comforting, but as he rambled on she began to understand the meaning of his words…
"I found her in the middle of the street totally alone and oh so bland! Couldn't take it! So we've adopted her as our own and are going to transform her into one of us, you know the drill lock her in the basement until she's as pale as Michael Jackson's arse, then adorn her with cosmic and beautiful material things! Understand Ronny? You must do your best on this one! She complimented my outfit! Not like your last!"
He rolled his eyes upward, whilst Ronny lit a fag, but continued not before mumbling something about cancer…
"God what a retard, did she have a penis Ronny?"
She nodded, and looked as though she had tuned out the rambling cross dresser, doing her own little roll eyes to the ceiling maneuver as she turned her attention elsewhere…
"Did you fuck her?"
Another nod, and by now Hermione was blushing as much as a Weasley…Thorn noticed this and said…
"D-A-R-L-I-N-G! If you're going to be with me! You must drop the blushing little school girl act! It really doesn't become you!"
She nodded fervently the blush still invading her otherwise pale face…Thorn
frowned at her in dismay but continued on with his speech anyway…
"Listen Ronny, I want her to be all B-L-A-C-K! None of that Neo Goth thing you pull off so…so…W-I-E-R-D-L-Y! Just simple and elegant beauty, otherwise…"
Ronny perked up with the otherwise and dropped her cigarette very unceremoniously.
"Otherwise?"
"I tell Hermione about the little diddy in the cavern"
It was her turn to blush now, Ronny stuttered out a shaken 'You wouldn't' and Thorn just smiled with a 'Try Me'.
She had no clue what was going on and she didn't think she really needed to know about the little diddy in the cavern, it all sounded very homosexual to her, so instead she tuned them out and stared to explore the store. Hoping Thorn wouldn't notice her absence, all went well as Thorn tried his best to swindle whatever he was trying to swindle out of Ronny.
"Oh yes I will!"
"No you won't you dumb FAIRY FUCK!"
"Oh! You wanna talk dirty now do ya?"
"Listen here little Miss "Scared to look in the mirror naked because I don't wanna see my M-A-N-L-I-H-O-O-D! You won't say jack shit about the stupid retarded and over all G-A-Y diddy in that fucked up cavern because that wasn't me that was YOU! One with IQ of a retarded CHIUAUA!"
"Was that me? Oh I do believe it was….hmm….what about that Hawaiian girl?"
"MY SISTER!"
"You fucked your sister?"
Thorn blinked rapidly at the angry lesbian, a perfect picture of mute innocence…Hermione just stared at the homosexuals in adamant amusement…she was way past the shock level now…
"No I didn't fuck my sister…YOU DID!"
"She was the flat blow job?"
Ronny rolled her eyes and stormed angrily out of the store….Thorn turned around and said with a faint smile…
"And here I thought I was gay…"
Hermione laughed along with him, and couldn't help but smile at her new friend's antics.
"Now we have to get you some EXCEPTABLE clothes…those are just so freaking NORMAL!"
He disappeared behind a random door, asking arbitrary questions…
"How old are you Sweetling?"
"16 about 4 days ago"
"Really? What did you do for your b-day?"
"Nothing really, my parents took me out and stuff, the usual…"
She felt comfortable lying about that day, and was a little bit guilty that it was to her new friend…
"What's you bra size?"
She was startled out of her deep though and answered rather timidly…
"Don't know"
"Here I'll measure…"
He came out of wherever he had gone with a measuring tape and a strange glint in his eyes…
"36C"
He announced proudly, and then disappeared again…she stood alone with a faint blush on her cheeks with the thought 'I just got felt up by a fag' rotating in her learned mind…
"Found the perfect thing!"
He came back out with a dress in his arms, handing it to her with a small and knowing smile on his face…
"Before you put that on, I want to do you hair…"
He directed the poor, confused girl to a chair, taking a brush out of nowhere he pulled her hair out of the tight and restricted bun, and began to brush…
"Darling…your hairs so…rough…you know, a persons hair says a lot…"
Hermione smiled and said…
"Oh really?"
"Uh-huh. Yours is so damaged, there's something wrong in your life, and something's happened that you don't want to share…I can understand that…but you really should take better care of it…"
She just uh-huhed back, slightly disheartened.
"Black…is it ok if I dye it black?"
She didn't know what to say, and just stared at a random lock on her forehead, wondering what her parents would think if she came home with hair like Thorn's…
They're dead Granger, you don't have to worry about them any more…
She nodded, still unsure about her decision, and without a word she closed her eyes although she was still a bit doubtful, but she trusted Thorn automatically...
About two hours later she woke up to find Ronny's smiling face peering down at her from his seat on the couch beside her…
"He knocked you out!"
She claimed with glee, practically jumping up and down like a little school girl.
"Where's Thorn?"
Hermione asked groggily with a distinct feeling of something amiss…she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and sat up, vision still blurry…
"Out"
Ronny replied simply getting up from her comfortable seating…
"You really do look great Linn"
She had almost forgotten the endearing nickname Thorn had appointed her with and smiled when Ronny said it…
"What do you mean?"
"You will pose for "Pyrrhic Pixie" right?"
They said at the same time, then laughed and Ronny continued…
"Look in the mirror…"
She directed Hermione to the mirror that hung on top of the wall beside the counter; she quickly made her way to it, not recognizing her reflection at all…
"Wow"
Was all she could say, her hair was long and soft…looking even better then it did at her last ball…it fell gracefully down to the small of her back in small black ringlets, contrasting to her noticeably pale skin magnificently.
The dress Thorn had brought out she wore with pride, and she faintly wondered if he had gotten a few misplaced giggles out of putting it on her…
It was a corset-dress, black, as Thorn had requested with a short skirt supported with at least twelve layers of chiffon, around the hemline were six large black faux leather crosses. Her make-up was done extraordinarily and though Hermione had promised herself that she would never fall into the media's cauldron of make-up junkies she had to admit she looked excellent…black lipstick, eye shadow, everything!
"Wow"
"You only met Thorn 3hrs ago right?"
She nodded mutely still staring at her reflection…
"He must really like you…hey listen! Well Thorn heard you mumble something about a hotel when you were being all done up, and…um…I was wondering since you're only a teenager, and doesn't look like you have many places to go, and of course you might run out of money, and since the stuff Thorn used, kinda costs A LOT, I was wondering if you could you know, work?...here?"
She smiled for the fourth time that day, feeling a tad lightheaded, she nodded fervently until Ronny got the message. With a big smile on her face and a new makeover, Hermione stared her first job ever…as a sales clerk …
Ronny hadn't made it clear what she wanted Hermione to do but left her alone in the store anyway, claming she was going to go and find her faggy friend…
She busied herself behind the cash register, sorting out random papers trying to keep her hands occupied, when her famous conscious decided to drop by for a visit…
Brilliant Granger…absolutely fabulous!
What?
You took the plunge! You weren't afraid!
You're saying this because I got a make-over?
Yep! Because this isn't an ordinary make-over, this is a new life!
I just dyed my hair…
No, you dyed your L-I-F-E, you've changed, and I'm proud, you're not gonna go back to the hotel as a little teenage ditz! You're a different person now, I mean look at you!
And she did, stealing another glance in the mirror, a small happy smile on her pallid face…
You're Linn…
I'm Linn…and Thorns a fag…
Nice observation….
But what happens when I go back to school?
Do you want to?
Well of course! I still have my life to live! I need an education for that…
I guess, but wouldn't it be more fun to hang out with a pair of homosexuals and make fun of all the normal people?
I need school, its part of my life, and beside there's still Harry and Ron!
Right, those fucks…
I need school, even if I won't use my education when I get older, I need the experience…
Customer…
The entrance bell chimed accordingly, and Linn looked up to the new visitor with a smile…
"Welcome to Pyrrhic Pixie. How may I help you?"
She said, as if she had been doing it all of her life…
It was a young man, around 19. He smiled brightly at her, and she didn't notice she was to busy staring at his hair…never in her life had she met stranger people…
"You're a newbie I see, where's the fag?"
It was piled on his head jutting out in random colorful spikes, reminding her of an anime character. An idle thought came to her about how much gel this man must waste…but she still smiled and replied…
"Out. But I can help you"
He flashed a dirty smile and replied…
"I bet you can"
Without even a blink she retorted with…
"Go fuck yourself with a prickled penis"
"Ooo! Feisty!"
He leaned on the counter and began to play with a random curl of her hair, that smile still painted on his face…
"What's your name?"
"Linn"
"Linn? Pretty…like its owner"
She just rolled her eyes, and moved her head away from his grasp…not knowing who was fueling her courage she stood in front of him with no fear at all…
"Are you going to buy something or not?"
"No I'm here to get my hair done"
"Why? Looks fine to me"
He laughed and said…
"It may look tremendously cool, like my hair always will, but sadly its not really supposed to look like this…"
"Oh really?"
She moved out from behind the safety of the cash register, and stood in front of him scrutinizing his hair. Well aware of the knowing smile that seemed to be itched into his features…
She prodded it unceramoniuosly, and smirked…
"What happened to it?"
"Little sister…"
"You look like an idiot…"
"Thank you?"
"What's your name?"
He smiled again at this…
"I'm Thorns little brother…Trey"
"You're related to Thorn?"
Now that she thought about it this stranger did have a slight resemblance to the he/she, his eyes were the most distinct though, the same crystal blue as Thorns…
"Unfortunately"
"But oh dearest brother, who would do your hair if you didn't have me?"
Thorn made his grand appearance, smiling his ass off at the two youngings…Ronny stood behind him glaring at Trey like he was vermin, Linn immediately sensed confrontation…
"Hi fuck-tard"
"Hi raging lesbo!"
They shot at each other, Thorn just laughed at bit nervously taking his coat off he embraced Hermione as if she was his only daughter lost at birth…
"They make such a cute couple"
He whispered in her ear…
"Too bad she IS a raging lesbo!"
He let go of and smiled, then turned to his 'brother' with a frown and said…
"What happened to your head?"
"Your brat sister attacked me with glue while I was asleep"
"Not my fault you ARE a fuck-tard!"
"Well if I am! I must have got it from you!"
"Shut up, Evita-lover!"
"You're the one that cried!"
"Well I'm a fag! I'm allowed to! Mr. I'm as straight as my hard on!"
"Just fix my hair!"
"Sit!"
She never would understand Thorn and Treys relationship, she was just happy she wasn't in the cross-fire…her sub-conscious was right. She had changed, nothing was or would be the same. Her parents were dead, and she had no one left to depend on but these two queers, and she wasn't sure she was comfortable in the hands of Thorn. He was just to pretty to be trusted…and Ronny, was just Ronny and reminded her allot of Ron, which only made her feel guilty…
She didn't know what to do with her new look, or her new attitude. She was still only 16…but then again she had her whole life ahead of her, and there was still school and Harry…Dumbledore would be looking for her as soon as he found out about the Death Eater's visit to her house, and she would be forced to spend the rest of her days in Hogwarts, which didn't sound at all entertaining…
Better suck up the fun while it lasts…
Authors Note: Do you like it? I don't know what to do with all the info. in my brain right now…I really do need a beta reader….
Thank you
Griffen