Love for a Change
Hermione becomes jealous of Ron's buxom bimbo girlfriend and decides to modify herself to gain his love. This is only a short Intro chapter, but if it gets any interest I will continue with the story. Thanks, and enjoy.
"Fuck."
Hermione turned red. As her face flushed with envy her eyes could not help but follow Ron, and his latest girl-toy, Miranda Mink.
"What does he want with that slut, anyway?"
She said this aloud, despite there being no one around to hear. Truth be, Hermione knew damned well what Ron liked about Miranda Mink. She may not be able to hold a conversation but she sure can flirt and giggle at all the right times. In place of smarts she had mini skirts that barely covered her ass, and instead heaving books around she had a heaving bosom, which jiggled and bounced whenever was necessary.
After some time observing Mink, Hermione could no longer tell if it was Ron she was envious of, or Miranda.
It's not fair, she thought, crestfallen, I love Ron. And he loves me, I know it. I just know he does. He's just shallow. But surely he could change, for me.
Ron gave Miranda a playful smack on the bum as they disappeared around the corner.
Look at them! Disgusting! He deserves better than that skank.
It was right about then that the panic bug bit. It's mandibles clamped tight on Hermione's heartstrings and made the hairs on the back of her neck stand up.
Or perhaps, she worried, he deserves better than me.
"Ridiculous!"
Perhaps Ron overlooks you because you're not good enough.
"No, it's not true!" she muttered, slumping down into a curled position in the corner.
Of course it is. Look at you. You're nothing compared to her!
Hermione felt her eyes sting, and her vision blurred.
"It's true," she whispered, slinking into the Girl's bathroom, "I'm nothing like her. I'm not what Ron wants at all."
She observed her appearance in the mirror over the sink. She wasn't a thing like Miranda. With mousy brown hair covering her swamp-green eyes, thin pink lips and cheeks dotted with freckles, she was a far-cry from Ron's dream girl. She cupped her breasts sadly. There wasn't much to cup. And her slightly chubby pear-shaped figure was nothing compared to Minks perfect hourglass.
Clutching the sides of the sink for support, she realized that she had something Miranda surely didn't.
"I'm brainy." she smiled weakly.
The smile didn't last long.
Ron doesn't want brains. He wants boobs.
Miranda knew when to smile, when to giggle her high pitched little giggle and when to say something ditzy in her breathy voice. That was all she needed to know. And knowing Snape, it was probably all she needed to pass Hogwarts with excellent grades.
The panic bug's poison had now fully set in.
'She's everything Ron wants,' it taunted, 'And you are nothing.'
"It's not fair." she weeped into the sink, "I love Ron. But he doesn't love me. I know. I know he doesn't. He's just shallow."
With that, a single shining plan formulated within her brilliant brain.
"But surely," she whispered nervously, "I can change. For him."
She stood up, straightened herself up, and went to grab her books. As she did so, however, a thought crossed her mind.
Miranda doesn't carry books around. Miranda doesn't read.
"Then neither do I."
With that she wiped her eyes, plastered a pretty smile on her delicate lips, and walked out, leaving her books behind.