**I do not own ANYTHING. It belongs to J.K. Rowling. This is my first story, and I'm not good with dialog and transitions. My old story has been deleted, because, well, I just felt like it. Please rate and comment, give me ideas, or what I could do to make this better. Thank you. :)**
The trio spent their afternoon in Potions class with Professor Snape. "Horrible, Miss Granger, just horrible!" Snape spat at Hermoine. He turned his head, his hair flying and some of it hitting Hermoine's face. "Potter, show me what you've got," he said, and marched over to Harry. Hermoine felt her face, it was full of grease. Distgusting, she thought, I'll have to tell Ron and Harry later.
After Potions class, Harry and Ron followed Hermoine out of the dungeon. "Look!" she screamed, holding out her hand. "This is what's in his hair!" Ron and Harry touched the grease on it. "That's gross!" they exclaimed together. "We'll just have to introduce him to shampoo," Hermoine smiled.
They did their plan up in the Gryffindor common room. "This is what we have so far," Hermoine read the parchment. "We get our shampoo, use Imperio to get him to use the shampoo, and wait for the result." Ron stared at her, "Imperio? One of the Unforgivable Curses?" Harry patted him on the back, "Don't worry, I'll do it." He turned to Hermoine. "Whose shampoo are we using?" "Mine, of course. Boys' shampoos are so plain," she answered.
They headed down to the dungeon. "Imperio," Harry whispered. Snape stood straight up and walked over to them. "Use this to wash your hair. Go in the shower," Harry commanded, giving him the shampoo. The three of them stood there and waited for the result.
After half an hour or so, Snape called, "I'm done!" The trio eagerly turned their heads to see him come out. "Blimey!" Snape's hair was a beautiful blonde. The room started to smell like strawberries and watermelon. It was blinding to them. "It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," Hermoine stared in amazement. Harry had already fainted.
The shampoo seemed to brighten his personality, too. Over the next few days, Snape was everybody's favorite teacher. He'd been an award of honor by Dumbledore and got a raise. Ron, Harry, and Hermoine smiled at their work. "What now?" Ron asked. Hermoine grinned, "We're going to give Filch a makeover, obviously."