AN- Hey guys! This is a story that just came to my head, and I just had to put it down on paper- or at least on a computer screen. It isn't particularly profound or depthy…Normally, I hate it when Hermione gets a makeover, because then it seems that Draco falls in love with her only for her looks…but in this case, I needed it…
And I'm very sorry about not updating my other stories…I promise that I'll have another chapter for each of them up by Thursday…
PROLOGUE
She wasn't, she knew, particularly good looking.
Hermione had never thought looks were very important. Beauty after all was only skin deep. But despite this positive claim, she always felt a slight pang of disappointment after looking in the mirror.
This rather unsatisfactory feeling was only intensified, after bumping into another gorgeous girl whom she hated with every fibre of her being down the corridor.
Why? Why was that horrible girl so damn beautiful?
She earnestly told herself that if your good inside, you'll be good outside…you'll shine with a radiant glow that makes up for lack of beauty. All this did very well when she was a small child, but it did not seem to help now.
She stared at the girl who was looking back at her from the mirror.
She began noting down her features- thin face, pale with studying. Rather large eyes that were a boring brown color, and lashes that were nowhere as long as she'd like them to be. A small snub nose. A wide forehead. Thin lips. And to top it all of, an intense growth of hair reaching to her back, a matted mass that even she didn't dare draw a brush through more than once a day.
As she stared at the insufficiently pretty face in the mirror. Her thoughts raced back to the past- Pansy, standing in the way, sneering at her with beautiful lips. The word echoed in her mind again and again…
Mudblood. You're just a mudblood.
She was horrible. Worse still, she was beautiful.
She glanced back at the mirror, and sighed deeply.
She recalled every little piece of advice her parents had told her as a child.
Do not worry about how you look. It's what's inside that counts.
Don't feel that you'e lacking because of you're appearance. But take care of your mind. Don't wander astray.
Don't bother about your hair. Homework comes first.
Ranging from deep conversations, to household tiffs and snaps, they had always tried to install just one thing in her mind- her face was not as important as her brain. She had always believed them, followed blindly whatever they said.
Perhaps it was time she should reconsider.