I Know it's taking a long time, but we are nearly there i promise. And this one should have you on the edge of your seat waiting. It will be worth it. But how long will you have to wait? I haven't decided yet!

The next day Hermione didn't get out of bed for breakfast, she felt sick. After having a long shower she looked in the mirror, she ran her hands over her hips. What she would give for proffessor Snape to be touching them right now! She laid back on the bed and closed her eyes. She'd sent out an owl to all her teachers the previous night. All except one, sitting up she thought she should let him know she would not be attending his lesson. Grabbing the nearest peice of parchment she scribbled and scribbled, screwing up parchment after parchment, nothing sounded right. Finally she looked down at the letter.

Professor Snape,

Unfortunatley i am still feeling ill. I realise this is a very important study lesson, but i feel i should rest and try to get better. However your potion last night did help me a lot. So I hope it okay that i still attend our, one on one, session tonight.

Mrs Granger.

She grabbed an old pair of jeans and a baggy top and tied her hair back, everyone was in lesson so she felt no need to be interuppeted or to make herself look presentable. Snape would be teaching now, and so she had no fear of any one that mattered seeing her like.

As she made her way into the owlery she saw Pigwideon. Ron wouldn't mind, so she attached the letter to the owl and shooed her out the window.
By the time she had made her way back to her room there was already a skinny black owl tapping on the window. She let it in and as it stuck her leg out she untied the letter.

Mrs Granger.

6oclock. No later. No earlier.

Snape.

She read the letter again and again before checking the clock, 3 hours, she couldn't wait that long. But as she sat up to put her robes on she looked over at the drawer on the side of the room. She stifled through the clothes, and came to a tight black body con dress. She reached further into the bottom, and found the little pink parcel she was looking for. It still had the tag on.
'To Hermione, wear it for me'

It was from Ron she opened it up and saw the suspenders and stockings he had brought her a month ago for her birthday although she'd never worn them for him despite all his pleading, she said she didnt want to do that in school. It just didn't feel right to her. But now she found herself yearning for her professor to see her in them. She shook her head, dare she do it. She shut the drawer quickly and headed over to the mirror she found herself reaching for the make up she only used on special occassion and she put it on, taking special care to accentuate her eyes and conture her cheek bons, she looked much older. Then she glanced her eyes over to a pair of unused straightners and couldnt resist. She knew it would be different, she would look different.

But maybe that would help him see her as Hermione. Not just Mrs Granger, the know-it-all.

After she had done she stood back, pleased. It had passed some time soon, her usually untamable bush looked sleek and slick. It hung down her back and looked longer, it fell across her face seductively and she couldnt help but laugh, her lips looks plumped and red. Her cheekbones more prominent. She stood up and walked over to the suspenders, fingering them slowly. She peeled off her school robes and put them on, they ran over her smooth legs and she fastened them with ease. She then put on her black bra admiring herself in the mirror. Walking over to the black dress she put it on, skin tight, and low, another gift from Ron but for once she thanked him now. She only had one hour to go now so she pulled her robes over the outfit, and stuffed a medium pair of heels in her bag. As she made her way out the door and started the walk to the dungeons she almost had a second thougts.

But knowing she had to do something drastic she carried on. She walked past people, they murmured, the usually bushy haired, plain girl, now looked like a woman. She carried herself with more confidence and more than once a group of boys did a double take. She walked and walked and when she got to the dungeon she had 3 minutes to go so leaning on the wall she put on the four inch heels and she held her breathe and knocked on the door.

'Enter Mrs Granger' she heard from inside.