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CHAPTER 2: SHOPPING AND SUPRISES
I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS JUST THE PLOT
After the exhausting talk with her parents earlier that day, she felt an immediate change of attitude. She got out of her precious used silver Volkswagen given to her from her parents, and strolled through the mall entrance. She kept walking until she got to the first section of stores. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the entrance of BCBG. She had always secretly admired the muggle models posted up in the shop's windows. They seemed like they hadn't a care in the world and looked amazingly confident too. Today was the day that her life had flipped upside down. Some confidence would be good for her, she reasoned.
"Besides, it's not like there hasn't been enough change in my life" she told herself. "And a new look wouldn't hurt."
After arguing with and against herself for the next minute or so, she finally got the nerve, and strolled into the store purposely.
Within minutes, she had found herself tops and pants, the first of her clothes to properly fit. She took a deep breath and walked up to the counter to pay.
"The total comes to $1,057.68" the cashier said. Hermione took out her wallet to pay and noticed a new credit card. She took it out. It read, 'to my darling daughter. Get what ever you want - on me'
That's weird. She thought. Mum and dad have never given me a credit card. Unless… No way! She thought. He wouldn't have given it to me. But how did it get there in the first place? The first answer that came to her mind was magic. She decided to try it out, and handed the impatient cashier the credit card. She snatched the card form her, and on went the bill.
"Bloody brilliant," Hermione said out loud to no one.
'Well, considering he decided to tell me now that he is my father, there should be no harm in letting him 'pay' for the seventeen years' She thought. So she headed to juicy couture, Coach, United Colors of Benetton, Express, and Burberry. She also made a stop in Sephora and Victoria's Secret to get new makeup, and "other" things. She couldn't wait to see the expression on her 'fathers' face when he saw how much she spent. At the end of her spree, she had spent roughly around $8,000.
'Thank god 'daddy' gave me that credit card!' she thought to herself. 'I could really get used to this.'
At 7:30 it was time to head home and spend some time with her fake parents 'The Grangers'.
*****
She was quietly ignoring her parents at the dinner table, when an owl flew in through the open window. "MY HOGWARTS LETTER!" Hermione screamed, jumping form the table and running to the flapping bird.
She hastily took the letter from tit's beak and rewarded the owl before it made its departure.
Hermione ripped it open and a badge fell out, along with 3 parchments.
It read…
HOGWARTS
SCHOOL
of
WITCHCRAFT and
WIZARDRY
Headmaster:
Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf
Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Miss. H. Granger,
We are pleased to welcome you back for yet another year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Enclosed in this envelope you will find a list of books and potion ingredients needed for your 7th year at Hogwarts. We look forward to seeing you next week. Thank you, and have a magical evening.
Sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
She tossed the letter aside and glanced at her potion ingredients. She scoffed at how many they had to buy and silently cursed Snape. Finally she read the yellow half-sheet slip:
HOGWARTS
SCHOOL
of
WITCHCRAFT and
WIZARDRY
Headmaster:
Albus Dumbledore
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf
Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Hermione J. Granger,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been selected as this years Head Girl. Please wear the badge enclosed on the Hogwarts Express and arrive early to Platform 9 3/4 to meet this year's Head Boy.
Sincerely,
Deputy Headmistress Minerva McGonagall
Minerva McGonagall
"Yes!!!" Hermione squealed, completely forgetting about the no-talking rule she had designated against her mum and dad.
"I've been made Head Girl!" Hermione says to her parents with a huge grin on her face.
"That's great sweetie I knew you had it in you!" Mr. Granger says. Her dad pats her on the back and her mum kisses her on the cheek.
She runs upstairs trying to contain her excitement.
Hermione flops down on her bed. She squeals into her pillow and giggles before she remembers that just this morning she was sobbing on the kitchen table. She got out a quill and paper, and wrote out a letter to Ron and Harry.
Dear Harry and Ron,
How have your summers been? I haven't heard from you in a while. Are you ok?
She paused at a loss for words. She decided against telling Ron and Harry about her new 'father' and continued…
My summer's been good so far, and I've been made Head Girl! How about you both? Have either of you been made Head Boy? Please write me back. I hope that both of you are having a good time at the burrow. I'm sorry I couldn't come this year, but I had some family matters to take care of.
Love,
Hermione
She handed the letter to her owl Angel. She had gotten Angel as a Christmas gift from Harry in 6th year. Angel had black feathers and vivid blue eyes.
"To the burrow." She commanded.
Angel flew out of the room and through the window downstairs. Hermione spent the next minutes thinking about how much had changed in one day. So far she had been appointed Head Girl, bought an $8,000 new wardrobe, and been told that her parents aren't really her parents. Oh, and that her real father is a mass murderer who wants to kill one of her best friends, the one that hasn't written her back in weeks. She sighed and settled into a long night's sleep.
*****
Hermione woke up at 7:00 the next day, and was sitting under her periwinkle blue quilt thinking. 'I have the new clothing for my new look, but now I need a new hair cut and attitude. She went into her wardrobe and pulled out a low cut pale pink top, fitted jeans from Juicy, high heeled black pumps, and a black satin trench coat. She grabbed her Hogwarts list of books and potions ingredients, and made her way to the fireplace downstairs. She threw in a pinch of floo powder and stepped into the green flames.
"Diagon Ally" she clearly shouted.
She swirled into a book store in Diagon and joined the mob of students trying to find the items from their lists.
She found all of the books on her list from memory and then found some interesting pleasure reading books, which happened to mostly fall into the category of college level textbooks.
The next shop she was headed to was called 'The Beauty of Magic'. She had been told by Parvati that it was a magical store specializing in beauty products. She walked in and looked around. She was amazed by how spacious the store was – from outside, it looked like a quaint little pharmacy.
"Obviously an extension charm." Hermione spoke softly.
The first thing that got her attention was the salon in the back. She walked to the back of the store and up to a black haired man with pink highlights who looked to be a stylist.
"Excuse me sir can I get a haircut and coloring in?" The man looked at her surprised.
"Of course!" he said politely. He took her into the salon and sat her down across from a clean mirror.
"Now, what would you like done today?" he asked.
"Give me something long and stylish," Hermione said. After picking out color samples, the man smiled anxiously and got to work.
*****
"Oh my god, it's perfect!" she squealed. Her hair was now a very dark brown. It was a bit longer, and was straitened (for once) going to her mid back.
She thanked the man and paid him extra with her new credit card for his great work.
She then decided to look around the store.
"Ah ha!" she said lifting up a small purple bottle with spray inside. It was an anti frizz spray, which was just what she needed. She took 3 bottles of that to last her through Hogwarts, and then looked around the store some more.
Maximum curl, mega spikes, multiple coloring spray. Then she stopped and picked up a bottle.
"Self Conscious No More. Hmmm…"
"You know, that stuff does work miracles, but it seems like you don't need it," Said a deep voice behind Hermione.
She slowly turned around. The guy that had spoken was six foot two, had brown hair with golden highlights and entrancing hazel eyes.
"And why would you say that?" asked Hermione, confused as to why this gorgeous stranger was talking to her.
"Because you look like a smart and beautiful girl that knows what she wants," Hermione didn't know what to say.
"Well I don't know about that," said Hermione smiling as a deep blush grew upon her cheeks. The handsome boy handed her a folded piece of paper and said.
"Call me anytime, or write," he said, and walked away leaving a dumbfounded Hermione. She could not believe what had just happened. She opened the paper.
Anthony 276-8932
"I could get used to this!" she said. She put his number in her purse and put five of the self conscious potions into her basket.
'But why would he have a phone number if he's a wizard?' she thought. This perplexed her and the only answer she could think of was that he was muggle-born like she was. Or so she thought she was for the past seventeen years. She would just have to wait and find out! She began walking down the aisle again. She picked hair straitening and tooth shrinking potions, and a 'magical hair dos and don'ts' book.
She went to the counter and checked out. Putting $300 more dollars on the new credit card. She walked out of the store as happy as could be. She loved all the heads she was turning as she walked down the cobblestone streets. She apparated all of her purchases home.
She took a shortcut through an alley toward the book shop, but was tugged by the arm into a corner. She tried to scream, but before she knew it, she was feeling that familiar tug behind her ear.
"Oh no…" she whispered.
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