Disclaimer: I don't own any aspect of the story the idea has even been used more than once before... I just write it better... lol
This is a musical, but since you can't hear it, make up your own music.
Flames are welcome. I need them to feed my fire for writing...
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME, RONALD WEASLEY?" Mrs. Weasley shrieked in the middle of platform 9 and 3/4
"Mum, calm down." Ron said softly.
"I WILL NOT CALM DOWN. YOU PICK THAT GIRL UP THIS ISTANT. HOW DARE YOU KNOCK HER DOWN ON PURPOSE. WAIT TILL YOUR FATHER HEAR ABOUT THIS." Mrs. Weasley walked away from her son mumbling obscenities under her breath.
"You know I was just joking, right, Mione?" Ron picked the bushy haired brunette in one arm.
"Just like you were joking when you said I COULD be quite pretty if I flattened my hair, changed my bad attitude, learned how to flirt... remember that Ron? Now put me down." Hermoine brushed her skirt down, and walked away from the one boy she had ever liked as more than a friend.
July 21 of Summer Holiday
"Girl, we got work to do. Hand me the paint and glue.
You're going to fall in love today. All over again when you hear him say
Your naaaaaaaaaaaaame.
speeds up
Put a little pink paint on your nails. Take a deep breath in and now exhale.
Shorten that skit to seven above the knee.
Put a pink clip in your hair. Or leave it down, if you dare.
He'll see how desirable you can beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
Apply the makeup carefully. Just to make sure you look pedigree
Not like a dog, but the woman you are.
Tighten this shirt up for real. Now slip on those sexy heels.
You have to show him the woman yoooooooouuuuuuuuu arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre."
"Herm, we have to go now." Her mother called through the bathroom door.
"I'm coming." Hermione replied as butterflies flew around her stomach.