A\N: Jaysus. I'm not usually one for R\H, but… here you go…
Written for my first homecoming, where I found my crush making out with his girlfriend, and also for the flashlight lady, who twonked him on the head. Written basically while I did my hair five minutes before I was due at Champs. I despise being late, bee tee dubs.
Disclaimer: Honestly, what kind of twat reads these things? (All offence to any twat reading this :) Ha-ha, just joshing, I read them, too.)
Hermione Granger stared at her auburn locks that were licking casually around her made-up, pale face as if they were always this obedient.
Stupid Hair.
Honestly! It took poor Ginny three hours (three!), a mountain of gel, and four different brushes to get it this way. Plus, she was still convinced that some handcuffs went in there somewhere.
She finished putting on the lipstick her mother had given her for her fifteenth birthday, telling her she should really care more about her appearance. In Hermione's book, appearance was always second or third to school and friends. Oh, how things have changed… she thought wryly. Now, here she was, skipping three hours that could have been spent studying, cleaning, organizing, helping Harry with the Triwizard Tournament… endless numbered things. And for what?
A boy.
She sighed and wheeled around to look at the clock on her nightstand. It read 9:15. She cussed lightly and took off out the door. The dance started in five minutes. She raced out of her room, her unstable high-heels tapping on the flagstones and her accursed dress hindering her gait ever so slightly.
She had made it to the entrance stairs with maybe a minute to go, smiled at Harry, who was walking into the Great Hall with Parvati, and searched the entrance hall. Finally she caught the pair of dark-hazel eyes she was looking for. She grinned and mouthed What do you think?
Ron's blank stare and lack of any reply made the endless numbered things she had missed worthwhile