Oh, Bless The Pig-Heads…By wolfepheonix
Hermione Granger was pissed. Here she was standing in the 6th years' dormitory dressed like a slut…and no one was there to appreciate it. Her usual attire of jeans and a jumper were replaced by a super-short black skirt (courtesy of Lavender) and a purple tube top (courtesy of Parvati). Her usual bushy brown hair was now in gentle waves and curls down a little past her shoulders. Her amber eyes were complemented with black mascara and little eye-shadow. To sum it all up she was transformed, and only for one particular reason…Ronald Bilius Weasley.
Well he is more than that to be precise…he was the only man or boy, your choice, you could infuriate her to no end yet make her wanna shag him senseless at the same time. Now that gave Hermione Jane Granger a problem. You see, Hermione was a person of respect, intelligence, and manners. And Ronald Weasley was not. His hobbies include flying on a broom, chess, and sleeping. But Hermione has gotten over that problem long ago…when she first realized her love for this person, 3 years ago. Now that's a different story, and not for now. Back to the present…
'I can't believe I'm doing this. This pig-headed boy probably won't even notice my transformation, and hardly realize I did it all for him.' Hermione thought to herself. Yet somewhere she gathered up the courage to walk down those fatal steps to the common room, where she knew her desire would be waiting…