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I was standing on the fifth floor waiting for the Prince of Slime himself. Why, you may ask? Because I'm a nutter.
If I left right now, however, I'm pretty sure he'd never know. And then he'd just give up on this stupid 'challenge' and let me live my life in peace.
I peered around the corner, I should just go.
Quickly I start to walk away right before –
"Going somewhere, Weasley?"
I stopped dead in my tracks. Bugger.
I turned around to look at the prat and he quirked an eyebrow.
I shook my head.
"That's what I thought." He said smirking, and gripping my upper arm as if we were about to apparate.
He then steered me towards the wall – finally let go of my arm, and paced back and forward in front of it, until a door appeared.
Before turning around to face me, with a smirk.
He gestured for me to go through the door first – but I shook my head. Who knows, it could've been a trap! I still don't trust him.
"Never heard of ladies first, Weasley? Oh well, I suppose with you it doesn't count-"
I shoved past him, and went through the door.
It was seemingly normal. A spacious room. There was however a dressing table with a large mirror attached to it and a bright pink fluffy chair in front of it. I raised my eyebrows at this – but he ignored me, and once again yanked my arm, forcing me to sit on a couch (though thankfully this wasn't pink and fluffy).
I looked around the room curiously, before he opened his mouth – bringing me back to the land of the living.
"So Weasley. Tell me about yourself."
"You're serious?" I said, looking up at his face – and he really did look serious.
"Yes." He said simply, nodding. "I need to know about you, so I can understand how to make you more – er – likeable."
Ouch.
I took a deep breath – remember why you're here Rose, you want to make McLaggen jealous!
"I was born at St Mungo's, on the 26th of February. I am now sixteen years old, and a student at Hogwarts School of Witch-"
"Okay!" He said holding his hands up to stop my talking. He actually appeared to be enjoying this by the look on his face, clearly he was in his element. "I said tell me about yourself. Not give me a history essay!"
I frowned.
"You didn't let me finish."
He rolled his eyes. Git.
"Well what do you like to do?"
Easy question. "Well, I spend most of my time at the Library studying, but sometimes," I paused for dramatic effect – he seemed more interested, "I go for a walk to the lake and read my book under a tree!" I whispered like it was some exciting activity (believe me, I know it's not what the 'cool kids' would be doing)
"God Weasley, you are such a-a, well, I really don't know how to describe it." He folded his arms behind his head. "I guess," he said, moving forward to the edge of the couch. "We should try a different approach."
I looked up at him, from my feet, once again he appeared to be one hundred percent serious.
"Who do you want the most?"
I frowned, he was pretty straight up . . .
"What I mean is, if you could date anyone at this School, who would it be?" He was looking all intense again – and I stopped to think about it. "Oh, and not including me – obviously."
"As if Malfoy." I said, still pondering the question. Yeah, its really likely that I have a secret crush on Malfoy. Keep dreaming loser!
"Who is it then?"
Patience Malfoy, patience.
"Tom Davies."
Ravenclaw, Quidditch captain, seventh year, absolute God. Seriously, I mean drool worthy. He had dark brown, yet not black hair that was perfectly styled and bright blue eyes that made you atop and stare – though in a different way to Malfoys – I mean not that I was looking at them. Anyway, Tom is a babe, and every girl wants him – and yes, I happen to be one of his admirers.
He sniggered, and swiftly changed it into a serious look, as I stood up.
"No – Weasley – wait!"
I turned around to face him, crossing my arms. This ought to be good.
"I'm sorry."
Wow that was unexpected.
"I mean – can't you just wait till we finish this – er – lesson?"
And he was flustered as well, this was well, bizarre.
"Then you can decide properly if you want to back out of this, arrangement."
I sighed. Why did I keep on giving in to this loser?
I headed back towards the couch.
"No, no Weasley – stand right over there."
Demanding much?
I gave him a look, and he crossed his arms. He pointed at the furniture free half of the room. And I walked over - grudgingly, turning around to face him.
"Good. Stay right there."
I stood there, feeling like a right prat, as he stared at me. I crossed my arms around myself, feeling kind of self conscious – something about the look in his eye was kind of, I don't know; disturbing?
Then it got a bit ridiculous when he started to circle around me, still looking me up and down. If I wasn't mistaken he was . . . Checking me out. Really not the ideal way to spend my evening . . .
"Malfoy, what are you doi-"
"Hang on Weasley!"
He circled back around me as we came face to face.
"Why on earth do you wear this variation of the uniform?"
"I-I, its more practical." I say, sniffing and holding my head up high.
"And you do up all the buttons on your blouse?"
He sounded like he was refraining from laughter. The dickhead!
"Yes, actually." I looked away from him. I'm allowed to wear my uniform how I want!
"Well, aren't we in for a surprise?"
He smirked and pulled out his wand.
"What are you doing?" I asked, reaching into my pocket to grab my wand – bad habits die hard I guess, the amount of times Malfoy and I have got into duels.
"Expelliarmus!" He said, before I had the chance to get my wand out properly.
"What was that for!"
"Right, now-" Said Malfoy, cutting me off once again. I glanced at my wand over in the corner.
He started moving his wand, obviously doing some spells non-verbally.
I gasped; as I suddenly felt more air on my legs – and looked down to see my skirt shortening – and gaining more shape. He did not just make my skirt mid thigh! Below the knee is a good enough length thank-you very much!
I placed my hand on my hips frowning at him.
"I can't believe you just did th-"
He smirked, as I looked down, interrupting myself. My blouse was now tight, and shaped and unbuttoned one button to many . . . My baggy jumper evolved into a cardigan, and my shoes turned from clompy into dainty little ballet like shoes and I now really girly. So not my style. Honestly.
"Malfoy. What the hell?"
But he was looking at me weirdly again, particularly at my legs, which was just really plain awkward.
"Didn't know that's what you were hiding under all that! Otherwise I would've done this years ago!"
"Malfoy, if you seriously think that I'm going to walk about looking like this," I gestured to my new, and not improved outfit. "Because I will not!"
I looked at him seriously and he laughed. He's trying to turn me into some, I don't know, tart.
"Weasley, you really are some-"
But at that moment the door opened, and I attempted to cover myself up. I really did look ridiculous, you see.
"Sophie!"
"Scorpius," Said Sophie Carter, a Seventh year, who was as bedazzled as er, well, a bedazzled thingy.
"So where is she?"
He gestured to me, and I saw Sophie's heavily made up eyes give me a once over.
"Seat! Seat!" She demanded, coming up behind me, steering me towards the dressing table and forcing me to sit down.
"Right, well, where to begin, where to begin."
I glanced back at her, and saw her pulling several things out of her bag, some make-up, what looked like hair potion, and lastly her wand.
"No! No!" I said, as she took my hair out of its ponytail.
I liked my hair – despite the frizz . . .
"Don't worry, I won't take off any of the length." She leant closer to me, as I saw my worried expression in my reflection.
"Definitely got some raw material here though, Scorpius."
I frowned. I should be far more offended then I'm making out. . .
"I'm right here!" I say angrily.
"Just sit on the couch, and occupy yourself, Scor. This may be a while."
She said smirking. Well this was just a weird situation . . .
He nodded, and sat down, as she reverted her attention back to me.
She pulled out a pair of scissors as I raised my eyebrows.
"I prefer to use scissors," she said, seeing my face, "it gives the hair, more life, more bounce. Rather than using my wand . . ."
"Er, right." I say.
What the hell am I doing?
Oh my God.
I keep my eyes down, and see the amount of hair that is falling to the ground, and the constant snipping of the scissors starts to freak me out.
"Don't worry Weasley," I hear Malfoy call from the other side of the room, "When we're done with you, you'll have more of a life."
I raised my eyebrows.
Maybe this could be good for me?
After all, Tom Davies was mighty fine.
I looked up to my reflection, and began to smile.
Well it can't get any worse.
I hope you like it(: sorry I took so long to update, I've been doing my other story! Next Chapter = Rose's big reveal! Review and let me know if you liked it!
