Disclaimer: I own nothing of the Harry Potter world. It all belongs
to J.K. Rowling. I only own the plot and the book.
AN: Please Read! Well, here we are again, another silly story...possibly MORE silly than IPoMG. I apologize for this being so short, but I wanted to give you a taste of the story to come. Chapter one shall be along shortly. Please note, this story isn't to be taken seriously - it's for laughs, a kind of parody, with a tiny bit of drama mixed in. Thanks to Jamie for beta reading this for me. :o) I hope you enjoy this, all. More to come...and let me tell you, some of it may be a shock.
And I am SUCH a tease. :oD
~*The Polyjuice Masquerade*~
Prologue
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On the evening of Sunday, October the nineteenth, at approximately 15 minutes and six seconds after nine o'clock in the PM, while lying in her bed in the Gryffindor tower, wearing fuzzy pink pajamas with these little bitty clouds and blue bunnies that her mother had bought for her for her birthday the past year when she had turned sixteen, even though she begged her Mother to buy her the slinky red silk night gown as she was immensely embarrassed by the child like quality of the pajamas, but nevertheless, not the point of this rambling, with her lips puckered brilliantly, Hermione Elizabeth Granger received her glorious first kiss.
Well, no, I guess that would be a lie.
Seeing as how the man who was supposedly doing the kissing, one Ronald Arthur Weasley, was fast asleep in his own bed at that very moment with his mouth open wide, there was actually no possible way he could have been kissing Hermione at that specific time, or any time that evening.
No, she realized as she sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she had not been kissing Ron at all. It had only been a wonderful dream. She pounded her fists into the covers, her hair billowing madly about her face. It had only been a wonderful dream! Oh, it just wasn't fair! She didn't want to have wonderful dreams! She wanted the real thing!
She looked around her room, the books laying cluttered, the notes scattered on her desk. None of it really mattered. She climbed from her bed, carefully placing her feet on the cold floor and making her way to the window. As she gazed out at the Hogwart's grounds, her breath fogging the window, she rubbed her arms for warmth. It was unusually cold for October, she noted. Almost as cold as her friendship with Ron. As much as she flirted shamelessly, hinting about her feelings to him nearly every day, he never took the bait. When she would rub up against him in hopes of getting a reaction, Ron's eyes would widen slightly, but he would not acknowledge her game. It left her feeling empty, and hopeless. She sighed as the thought that he didn't feel the same fluttered through her mind.
She needed reassurance.
She needed answers.
She needed a plan.
She scrambled back to her bed, her hands searching for parchment and a quill on her bedside table. She grabbed her copy of "Teenage Witch: 1001 Things You Should Know," ripping the back page out mercilessly. She tossed the book onto her bed, her mind reeling as she scribbled on the parchment. "In...library...bathroom...cauldren...Harry...question...like me...yes!" She punched the air, squealing happily. She was so brilliant.
As she climbed back under her covers, a smile gracing her lips, Hermione was positive that in just a short time, Mr. Ronald Weasley would be seeing her in a totally different light.
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Ahh, so very short...but I promise, chapter one will be longer. Until then!
AN: Please Read! Well, here we are again, another silly story...possibly MORE silly than IPoMG. I apologize for this being so short, but I wanted to give you a taste of the story to come. Chapter one shall be along shortly. Please note, this story isn't to be taken seriously - it's for laughs, a kind of parody, with a tiny bit of drama mixed in. Thanks to Jamie for beta reading this for me. :o) I hope you enjoy this, all. More to come...and let me tell you, some of it may be a shock.
And I am SUCH a tease. :oD
~*The Polyjuice Masquerade*~
Prologue
~*&*~
On the evening of Sunday, October the nineteenth, at approximately 15 minutes and six seconds after nine o'clock in the PM, while lying in her bed in the Gryffindor tower, wearing fuzzy pink pajamas with these little bitty clouds and blue bunnies that her mother had bought for her for her birthday the past year when she had turned sixteen, even though she begged her Mother to buy her the slinky red silk night gown as she was immensely embarrassed by the child like quality of the pajamas, but nevertheless, not the point of this rambling, with her lips puckered brilliantly, Hermione Elizabeth Granger received her glorious first kiss.
Well, no, I guess that would be a lie.
Seeing as how the man who was supposedly doing the kissing, one Ronald Arthur Weasley, was fast asleep in his own bed at that very moment with his mouth open wide, there was actually no possible way he could have been kissing Hermione at that specific time, or any time that evening.
No, she realized as she sat up in her bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she had not been kissing Ron at all. It had only been a wonderful dream. She pounded her fists into the covers, her hair billowing madly about her face. It had only been a wonderful dream! Oh, it just wasn't fair! She didn't want to have wonderful dreams! She wanted the real thing!
She looked around her room, the books laying cluttered, the notes scattered on her desk. None of it really mattered. She climbed from her bed, carefully placing her feet on the cold floor and making her way to the window. As she gazed out at the Hogwart's grounds, her breath fogging the window, she rubbed her arms for warmth. It was unusually cold for October, she noted. Almost as cold as her friendship with Ron. As much as she flirted shamelessly, hinting about her feelings to him nearly every day, he never took the bait. When she would rub up against him in hopes of getting a reaction, Ron's eyes would widen slightly, but he would not acknowledge her game. It left her feeling empty, and hopeless. She sighed as the thought that he didn't feel the same fluttered through her mind.
She needed reassurance.
She needed answers.
She needed a plan.
She scrambled back to her bed, her hands searching for parchment and a quill on her bedside table. She grabbed her copy of "Teenage Witch: 1001 Things You Should Know," ripping the back page out mercilessly. She tossed the book onto her bed, her mind reeling as she scribbled on the parchment. "In...library...bathroom...cauldren...Harry...question...like me...yes!" She punched the air, squealing happily. She was so brilliant.
As she climbed back under her covers, a smile gracing her lips, Hermione was positive that in just a short time, Mr. Ronald Weasley would be seeing her in a totally different light.
~*&*~
Ahh, so very short...but I promise, chapter one will be longer. Until then!