Summary: There's a Beauty Pageant, guess who's Hogwarts' candidate? Please read and review…thanks.
Disclaimer: Nope, HP still isn't mine…
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Chapter 3
TORTURE
After the special assembly, Hermione was asked by Prof. McGonagall to go to her office for a short briefing. Her best friends, Harry and Ron practically dragged her towards the gargoyle to make sure that she meets with the Headmistress.
"Put me down or I'll hex you to hell and back!" She scolded at her best friends who are indifferent after that ear splitting yell.
"Relax, We just have to make sure that you give this your full attention. We don't want you spending a week in Malfoy's house." Harry told his best friend.
"Then you prefer being snogged by Malfoy instead?" The bushy haired Gryffindor said with a smirk. The boys cringed at the revolting thought.
When they reached the gargoyle, they saw Fleur Weasley being twirled by her loving husband, Bill. "What the bloody hell are you doing here?" Ron asked his older brother who frowned at Ron's poor choice of words.
"Is that how you greet your eldest brother who is about to become a Dad?" The trio's jaw dropped at the sudden news.
"Bloody hell, you were just married!" Ron managed to say after an awkward pause.
Hermione nudged her red haired friend. "There's such a thing as a honeymoon Ronald." Hermione said, grinning at the couple while Ron stood flabbergasted.
"Congratulations Mate!" Harry shook hands with the terrible scarred red head while Ron hugged his older brother.
"Now, if you'll excuse us, Hermione and I 'ave a meeting to go to." Fleur took Hermione by the hand and dragged her upstairs towards the Headmistress' office.
"What day is it, 'Drag-Hermione-day'?" Hermione said, making Harry, Ron and Bill chuckle from downstairs.
"Good evening!" Fleur said as she and Hermione entered the office.
The portraits seem to take notice of the brown haired girl. Some are shaking their heads while others are smiling politely at Hermione. "Please sit down." Professor McGonagall said.
"Professor, I 'ave brought some things for 'ze girl and I want special permission to require 'er to wear 'zis items inside 'ze school." Hermione looked at the part-veela grimly.
"Can you tell us what you've brought so I can deliberate on my decision?" Professor McGonagall said with a spark of interest in her usually emotionless eyes.
"I bought her a new pair of shoes, it 'as four inches of stiletto heels to give her poise and grace when she walks." Hermione eyed the shoes with actual fear for her life.
"I'll just end up hurting my self with those shoes." Hermione said.
"Then so be it, if you want to win you must make some sacrifices." Fleur handed her the shoes which Hermione took with hesitations.
"What else did you bring?" Fleur took out a shrunken bag from her pocket and enlarged it to its normal size.
"I'm requesting that she'll be excused from wearing 'er uniform until the competition 'iz over. She'll we wearing some dresses that I picked out for 'er." Professor McGonagall nodded in agreement.
"That is fine with me; however I hope that her training won't hinder her from coming to her regular classes." Hermione sighed in relief, at least she won't be denied of a normal education.
"Hermione, as much as it pains for me to see you suffer, I'd have to oblige you to wake up at 4:00 in 'ze morning for a jog around 'ze lake, After 'zat I want you to prepare yourself by putting makeup and 'ze Sleekeazy potion for zat tragic 'air of yours." Fleur instructed to a now peeved Hermione as she handed her a box containing a bunch of makeup and a huge amount of Sleekeazy hair potion.
"You are not to wear socks, but 'zis silk stockings will do. I forbid you from eating carbohydrates and drink lots of water. You will also be banned from going to the kitchens without my permission." Fleur said in a tone that will make Mrs. Weasley proud.
"Someone stab me now." Hermione groaned.
That night, After a grueling day walking around the castle with Fleur's deadly shoes, Hermione went to do her rounds. She is incredibly tired that she forgot to take her wand with her. As she walked along the dark halls of the castle, she heard strange noises from a vacant room.
"That's it. Rub it a little more." She heard a deep voice say.
"Like this?" an all-too-innocent voice from a girl replied.
Hermione didn't know what to do so she picked up the only weapon that she can think of at the moment, her stiletto shoes. She entered the room and threw it towards the first sign of movement that she has seen.
"Ouch! Who the hell - "
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