Disclaimer: I do not own HP… dang it
Nail Polish
Hermione sat in the almost empty common room painting her finger nails a light tangerine shade she had gotten last Christmas from Ginny. Though the color was no where near as bright and wild as Ginny's hair the color reminded Hermione of her slightly. Most would find a well known bookworm painting her nails such an uncharacteristic color odd, but they could not see the wheels turnig inside This particular bookworms head. Hermione was thinking, which quite normal, however, what she was thinking about was very peculiar. Hermione was thinking about NAIL POLISH!!
A/N: So this is my first FanFic ever. It sort of hit me while I was painting my nails (Yes orange) a while ago. At first I was going to make it an all out ROMANCE but I couldn't get the right message. Please review cause I really appreciate it, next time I'll write something with more meaning. Thanks!
