I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.

"Oh, Ginny, oh-no, you didn't"

"Oh, Ginny, oh-no, you didn't!" cried Hermione lifting up individual clumps of cindered hair.

"Oh, 'Mione, I'm so sorry! I thought I cast the right spell! If you knew I didn't pronounce it properly then why didn't you stop me?!" Ginny groaned while eyeing Hermione's new 'do.

"It really isn't all that bad…I mean…look, if we just dye your eyebrows black too, no one…who doesn't already know you… will know! Right?!...yeah?...maybe?"

Ginny's words faultered and faded away in Hermione's ears, she was lost in her own thoughts. How was she going to pull this off? Instead of her unruly mousy brown hair, Ginny had cast a spell altering her frizz to a sleek and straight hue of black. Ginny had never been exceptional with cosmetology spells, but who could blame her? Hermione wasn't a genius with them either.

"Maybe…erm…Madam Pomfrey could help" Ginny murmured, eyeing the door that would lead her out of trouble.

"Oh no you don't! You're staying right here with me. I'm not going to walk the halls in shame and seeing as we can't apparate down there." Hermione looked up at her best friend and only confidante. "You really did it this time, huh?"

Hermione and Ginny sat in Hermione's Head Girl room contemplating on how to fix the everlasting-hair-dye problem. The room was silent, both girls deep in thought, when abruptly a handsome scarlet-colored phoenix burst through the open window. Both of the young women jumped at the sight of Fauxe; Hermione took the letter that Fauxe carried in his mouth and realized that it was obviously from Dumbledore and most likely very important. The Headmaster wasn't known to send his phoenix to just anyone for anything.

Miss Granger,

Please report to my office immediately. The password is string cheese- those Muggles think of everything now-a-days!

Sincerely Yours,

Professor Dumbledore

Ginny took the note as a cue to head off to her own room, which as it was, she had an enormous research paper to conduct for her Potions class sitting on her desk. Damn Severus Snape!

Hermione groaned at the thought of having to skulk through the hallways to visit the Headmaster's office. If caught, she was sure to be taunted until graduation about her hair color-blunder. Whatever it was, it had better be something more serious than talking about the quizzical inventions Muggles were known to create.

As she walked down the staircase, leading to the dungeon-like hallways, Hermione kept an eye out for any students she may encounter. Using her peripheral vision to scope out bystanders, she darted in and out, weaving behind statues and columns. Finally, when reaching the Headmaster's stairway, she blurted out the obnoxious password and darted up the stairs, taking them two by two.

"Sherbert Lemon, Miss Granger? I truly do enjoy your new hair style" chortled the Headmaster, with that damned twinkle in his eyes. Hermione looked at her beloved professor with daggers in her eyes.

"No, no, thank you, professor, sir. I'm here because you sent for me. It seemed rather…urgent."

Dumbledore's smile wavered; the glint in his eye dimmer than the volt of lightening it had been before, "Well, Miss Granger- it would seem that we have a slight problem."

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