Love for a Change, Chapter II

Hermione becomes more and more obsessed with changing herself to please Ron. She does not know yet, but she's heading down a dark path.

Thanks for the positive feedback to Chapter I. Chapter II is another shorty, although it is considerably longer than the last installment. I have decided that if I get some more good vibes from the feedback, this will be followed up by four more chapters dealing with Hermione's transformation in depth. Hope you enjoy, and Happy New Year!

Without her books, potions class was bound to be decidedly grueling. Snape took particular pleasure in pointing this out.

"I see you have forgotten your resource materials," he sneered, warping each syllable into a hiss, "How very out of character, Granger."

Hermione simply sneered back.

"Perhaps you need to become better acquainted with my character, Severus."

Snape opened his mouth to retort, but must have shortly decided against doing so, as he waved a hand in dismissal and slithered off to the front of the class.

Hermione smiled at her silent victory. She turned to peer over at Ron.

Oh Ron. Do you know how much I adore you?

Clearly the answer was a resounding No, which he swiftly made evident by wrapping his arm around Miranda and planting a small kiss on her full, red lips. Not once did he even glance in Hermione's direction. He had eye's only for Miranda Mink, it appeared.

Mink. How I detest her!

Ron and Miranda shared another, longer kiss at the back of the class.

How I envy her. If only Ron would look at me like that.

"No," she corrected herself quietly, "Ron will look at me like that."

Hermione turned slowly back to focus on the classwork at hand, only just realizing that Snape was already in mid-lecture.

"As any historian will tell you", he droned on to the class, "Most of the more formidable potions of our time were discovered amongst the Vl'uth tribes in the deepest wilds of South America by a Doctor Edward Remora. Remora himself vanished in the jungle, and what happened to that bastard is anyones guess, but his letters contained brewing instructions for what we now call the 'Remora Death Brew.'"

Hermione had heard of the Remora disappearance. Some claimed the tribal men sacrificed him, others said he fell victim to the vicious fauna of the jungle. It was all very fascinating.

But Miranda obviously didn't think so. She and Ron were still snobbing. Snape either did not notice this, or simply did not care, as he carried on.

"The potion is not exceptionally difficult, no. It simply happens to be very obscure. Can anybody enlighten us as to why that is?"

By second nature, Hermione began to lift her hand.

Mink didn't know a thing about the Remora Death Brew.

Then neither do I.

Mink's hand isn't raised.

Then neither is mine.

Hermione let her hand fall and shut her mouth.

There was a short, unusual silence. One that was so typically filled by a response from Hermione that to not have one was almost uncomfortable. Even Ron disconnected his lips from Mink's, if only briefly, to peer down at her in curiosity.

Turning his confused gaze away from Hermione, Harry cautiously answered in her place.

"Is it sir, because the ingredients are hard to locate?"

"The Yaquara jungle lands are amongst the most deadly places on the planet, Potter," Snape snarled without so much as looking at him,"Locating the ingredients is one thing, surviving the journey is another altogether."

That night Hermione lay awake. She wanted Ron, and Ron wanted Mink. The only way Ron could ever want her was if she became Miranda Mink. This much was clear. However, not reading and not answering Snapes questions were hardly enough. She need to look like Mink. She needed to act like Mink. But most importantly, she has to think like Mink.

"Miranda?"

Miranda woke to find Hermione Granger gazing down at her.

"Hermione?" she whispered in her pretty, high pitched voice, "What time is it?"

"I couldn't sleep." Hermione replied half heartedly.

"Oh, right. What's up?"

Hermione didn't respond straight away. She was busy staring at Mink's perfect body with what could only be described as lust. Her bedheaded blonde hair looked gorgeous even at this hour, and her ever so slightly parted red lips gave her an aura of sensuality that could not be denied. Her torpedo breasts were perky and nicely rounded, even given the fact that she was lying on one side, just woken up.

"I was thinking," she whispered, moving her eyes up from Miranda's breasts and to her pretty face,"that we don't talk much. Why aren't we friends?"

Mink just looked confused.

"Iunno, we never talked before."

She had a valid point.

"Well, what sorta' things do you like?"

Mink put a finger to her cheek and stuck out her bottom lip as she thought.

"I like Ronny!"

Ronny? That was her nickname for him? Even from Mink, Hermione had expected something slightly more inspired.

"What else?"

"Well, I like doing my hair and my make up. I like my clothes. I like cooking, shopping, stuff like that."

A modern housewife in training.

"Whadda you like, Hermione?"

Remembering Minks earlier actions, Hermione poked out her bottom lip and placed her hand at her cheek.

"Well, I like clothes shopping and buying clothes and trying on clothes," Hermione lied, unable to think of much else that might appeal to Minks sensibilities, "Y'know. Wearing clothes. It's my thing."

Miranda giggled in excitement.

"No way! Me too! We should totally hang out!"

"We totally should!"

Miranda yawned, covering her mouth as she did so.

"But I really needa, like, sleep now, Hermione."

"Me too", Hermione lied again, "I totally need to get off to bed."

"G'night Hermione."

"Sweet dreams, Miranda."

Hermione hopped off to her own bed, where she dived under the covers and produced a spell book from under the mattress. The books lettering was a luminescent pink, so the dark was not a problem as Hermione found Chapter IV.

Breast enlargement spells.