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Anyway I start this chapter with Roselyn's intro. Enjoy :)
Roselyn Malfoy Johnson was a lonely girl. No one used to consider her in the population of London. All she was a meek young woman of twenty two, a student of History, and a part time Nanny. She never complained if any of her neighbors left their little babies or menaces with her, giving the reason; 'I love kids'. Funny isn't it? She shared the very same interest as her neighbor for almost four years, and best friend; Hermione Granger.
They had been friends since they were little girls. Roselyn was in Kindergarten, while Hermione was a first grader. They faced every life and death situation together. Both of them were bushy haired, buck toothed little girls, who were taunted by all the guys who thought highly of themselves and by those girls who were too upmarket to be friends with them. Hermione was like her elder sister, or rather a big protective brother, who used to defend and protect her from all the bullies and mean girls. No one even dared to touch Roselyn, knowing that Ms. Hermione 'Hitler' Granger would be by her side.
As years passed, Hermione got a letter from a Wizarding school Roselyn had never heard about. The nine year old was heartbroken that her bodyguard and best friend was leaving her to study somewhere far away from London. But Hermione promised that she would never forget her and send regular letters, exchanging their experiences in schools without each other.
Years passed and Roselyn was suddenly sixteen. Her platinum blonde mane was bushier than ever and her eyesight had grown weaker than was it was almost a decade ago. Hermione hadn't written to her for the past one year, making her worry more about her whereabouts. As much as Roselyn loved Hermione, she started envying her looks. All the boys used to fall for Hermione's tender brunette curls, her perfect petite body and her huge brown doe like eyes. She envied all of it. But then, she couldn't hate the person who had become her surrogate sister and the dearest person in her life. Roselyn knew that Hermione was a witch and was happy for what she was. But for her, as true as it was, magic only happened in fairytales. After what she looked, Roselyn was sure that she never find herself a guy. 'I mean, who would marry an ugly, geeky girl like me?' she used to think. But one day changed one of the mysteries of her life.
Draco Malfoy turned at her doorstep and declared himself as her only living cousin brother. Roselyn was in shock when she learned that she was born into a Pureblood family and that her parents were wizards; just like Hermione. They had dumped her into an orphanage just because she didn't show signs of magic at birth. It was when the Johnsons adopted her, giving her the very same love they would've given to a child of their own. But then, her heart soared that she had her cousin with her; to protect her, to love her, to be there for her whenever she needed him. To her surprise, Draco said that he knew Hermione in school and had treated her like filth. Roselyn was shocked at his confession but was relieved when he said that he and Hermione had buried the hatchet and had decided to become friends after a war the Wizarding World had. And it had been almost four years ever since she had been living an unusual life. Until the day Hermione's sister got married.
Roselyn had caught the bouquet. She was the next to be married. No guy had even bothered to talk to her after that incident. But who would even like her? It had been almost four months and no one even bothered to come and check on her.
She sat on her kitchen island, munching on her favorite Nutella sandwich, when she heard the doorbell ring. Roselyn hadn't been expecting visitors at twelve noon. Who could it be? To her surprise, it was Hermione. She gave her a huge smile, and invited herself into the house. Roselyn found her friend's behavior a bit out of herself as she shut the door and followed the brunette into the kitchen.
"What are you doing here?" Roselyn asked as Hermione took one of the Nutella sandwiches and started to munch on it, sitting on one of the chairs of the island.
"Good morning to you too!" Hermione said cheerfully, motioning Roselyn to sit with her. "How are you? I haven't seen you after the wedding."
The blonde sighed and sat next to her friend. Her face bore a small frown as she spoke. "I have just been very cranky lately. There is a lot going in my mind." She said.
"You got rid of your braces!" Hermione said excitedly.
Roselyn gave a small smile. "Yeah I did. Just yesterday. Why are you here?"
"Are you on your period?" Hermione asked. "You've been very-"
"No! I'm not!" Her friend screeched. "It's just that, you haven't seen me in ages."
"Aww. I know and I am sorry." Hermione said, pulling the girl into a hug. "I was just busy and I thought I could come and pay you a visit. And take you for our birthday shopping! Hope you remember that we share our birthdays-"
"Hermione, I don't want to ruin your twenty fifth birthday."
The brunette broke the embrace and frowned. "You are certainly not doing that Roselyn Malfoy-!"
"Johnson."
"You are Malfoy by birth."
"Still."
"Come on Rosie. Tell me what's wrong!"
Roselyn gave up when Hermione used the 'sister' tone with her and gave her a pleading puppy dog look. She tore her gaze away from the brunette and said "I shouldn't have caught the bouquet in the first place. I know I would never get myself a-"
"That's all?" Hermione asked with her eyes wide open in surprise. "You could've told me before!"
"But you were busy." Roselyn mumbled.
"I would've done something for you!" Hermione whined as she got up and pulled her friend by the hand. "Come on now! We are going!"
"But where?" The blonde meekly asked.
All Hermione did was to give her a smirk and said "For your makeover."
The two friends wandered around the infamous Oxford Street in muggle London when Hermione spotted a lingerie shop and forcefully pulled in Roselyn with her.
"Hermione !" The blonde whined like a little child. "I don't want undergarments! I recently bought them!"
Hermione turned around and put her hands on the hips. "Did you get your fitting done?"
"Well no, but-" Roselyn cut off as Hermione completely pulled her into the store.
"I am going to get your fitting done missy!" She scolded when the owner of the store, a stout mid aged woman came walking over to the two friends.
"Oh hello dears!" She boomed. "How can I help you?"
Roselyn tried her best to pry off herself from Hermione's hold but failed.
"Well nothing for me miss. I had got my fitting done just yesterday. I just came here for my friend. You see, she is a bit shy."
Roselyn glowered at Hermione as the lady said "That's not a problem. I can get her fitting done." She looked at the blonde. "Come on honey. I'm sure you have a perfect figure under those baggy clothes you are wearing."
"Please Rosie!" Hermione begged. "You know I am doing this for you."
Roselyn kept throwing icy glares at the brunette when she finally decided to follow the lady into to fitting room. Hermione followed as the owner took out a measuring tape and asked Roselyn to take off her jacket. The blonde unwillingly did what she was asked to. The woman took the sides of her baggy t-shirt and pinned it at the back, bringing out the curves of her body.
"I knew you were a perfect B cup." She said as Roselyn turned maroon. "Am I right dear?"
The blonde nodded and caught Hermione smiling at her. The lady turned around and asked Hermione to get some bras and knickers and night dresses. Roselyn knew that her friend would bring her push up bras or the lace ones with matching knickers and a simple tank top and shorts for a nightdress. To her horror that's what happened.
"I don't want to open a collection of undergarments of various colors!" Roselyn said in annoyance as Hermione kept passing her the garments through the slit of the curtains. It had almost been five sets of bras and still Roselyn hadn't shown herself.
"Rose, you need to have it for every occasion." Hermione said, rolling her eyes. "Now open the curtains! I want to see whether they perfectly fit you or not!"
"You surely don't want to see my hairy body." Her friend warned.
The brunette sighed at her friend's lack of confidence and said "Believe me, I'm as hairy as you are. It's okay Rosie. I'm not a guy."
Roselyn chuckled behind the curtains when she finally opened them, bringing Hermione to gape at her. The blue push up bra and the matching knickers would take any guy's breath away. She wasn't hairy at all, except for her arms and her bikini area. Her legs ran for kilometers and bore the slightest amount of blonde traces on them. Realization hit Hermione that her friend was so beautiful on the inside and had a body that any man could die for.
"Thank god Draco declined my offer to join us." Hermione said. "Or else he would've forgotten that you are his sister."
Roselyn blushed as Hermione continued. "And you're not as hairy as I am. Believe me. That is why we will be going for waxing." Roselyn frowned. "I haven't got my legs or arms waxed after the wedding and I find myself extremely hairy."
"Do you really have to take me for waxing?" Roselyn asked uncertainly.
"Why of course!" Her friend said. "I know you haven't done it before. So I need to be with you. After buying these and the dress shopping I'm taking you to a spa and a salon. We seriously need to do something about your hair."
And Roselyn knew that she was going to cry the hell out of herself.
A/N: Hermione is being a but hard on her isn't she? What do you think?