Disclaimer: All of the characters and places are fictional (dur) and only 'Magical Makeover' is my idea. The rest belong to J.K. Rowling (no one could honestly think I'm so creative).
A/N: This is my first fan-fic so please give me constructive criticism when you R&R.
Neville's POV
"Gran! I got picked! I got picked for Magical Makeover!"
"And lemme tell you, you need it the most."
I was used to this kind of talk from Gran. I just took it that she meant she was happy for me. I was happy for me too. A Magical Makeover! The owl said to be at their studio in Diagon Alley the next week. That would work out great since I could get my school supplies too. Then school would start the next day. I could start off as a new person. Maybe I could impress a certain girl...
One week later
Hermione's POV
I was being shaken awake. Mom? Then I remembered where I was. I was at the Burrow for yet another summer. I opened my eyes and saw a freckled arm. Attached to a body of course. Specifically, Ron's body. My heart fluttered, which wasn't unusual since fourth year at Hogwarts.
But I'd kept my feelings hidden. I did this by constantly arguing with him and whatnot.
"'Mione, wake up already. We have to get to Diagon Alley, remember?"
I forgot we were going to Diagon Alley that day to get our school supplies. And the next day would be the first of our fifth year! I quickly shot up out of bed, unfortunately crashing into Ron, causing both of us to topple over.
Ron's POV
Hermione and I fell to the ground. Unfortunately, I was breaking her fall.
Or maybe it wasn't so unfortunate.
When we got to the ground, I realized Hermione was on top of me. I suddenly had an urge to just kiss her right there. Sound strange? Sound corny? Well, that's how I felt.
We stared at each other for a few minutes in that position. Hermione came to her senses first.
"Um...are you alright?"
"Yeah, you?"
"Well it's obvious you broke my fall," she giggled. We both laughed as she rolled off of me.
I got up and said, "So I guess you'd better get ready, then." And like a fool, I just stood there.
Hermione giggled again. "Well? I can't change with you standing right there, you know."
I felt my ears turn pink. "Oh. R-right, right." I backed out of the room and shut the door. Smooth, Ron. Real smooth, I thought. First you startle her into jumping out of bed. Then when she lands on top of you, what do you do? You stare at her like the lovesick twit you are. And what were you thinking when you just stood there when she was trying to get changed?
It was going to be harder than I thought trying to get her to like me.
Hermione's POV
Smooth, Hermione, real smooth, I thought as I changed. First you knock him over, landing on top of him, then you just stare at him. He was probably wondering when you were going to get off of him. And you probably embarrassed him, the way you laughed at him. It's gonna take a miracle to get him to like you now.
And a miracle is what I got.