Summary: There's a Beauty Pageant, guess who's Hogwarts' candidate? Please read and review…thanks
Disclaimer: Hmmm... still not mine...
Author's Notes: Thanks for all those who reviewed... I know you're going up the wall after the cliffhanger... so here's the new Chap...Oh, don't forget to R&R...
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Chapter 4
Revelation
"Ouch! Who the hell – "
Hermione braced herself for a possible attack. If there's one thing that she learned from all her encounters with Mad Eye Moody, fake or not, is constant vigilance. She took off her other shoe and prepared to sling it towards her possible attacker, but somehow, the attack never happened. Instead, she heard the deep voice say, "Lumos."
A strong light engulfed the room and soon, Hermione came face to face with a tall, pointy faced Slytherin who's holding her other shoe. "I thought I'd never see the day that Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor fashion victim will use these." Malfoy said with his trademark smirk.
"What the hell are you doing here? Malfoy, is that a second year?" Malfoy's jaw dropped once he realized the point that the Head Girl is trying to make.
"Bloody hell Granger, I'm not a molester if that's what you're insinuating." Malfoy reasoned out while the second year Ravenclaw's face paled.
"Miss Granger, I was cleaning the lamps for my detention." The girl waved the dirty rug on her hands. Hermione raised an eyebrow at her co-Head Student.
"Was it really necessary to clean lamps in a dark room? Malfoy, as Head Boy you should've at least tried to help out the poor girl by lighting the room." The Head Girl said but was cut off by Malfoy.
"I have direct orders from Professor Sprout that I am not to lend help of any form. Being the obdient student that I am, I have no choice but to obey. apparently, this nitwit destroyed half the school's mandrakes." Hermione looked at the girl with disbelief. Nobody has managed to do so much damage in Herbology, even Crabbe and Goyle never had the chance to exhibit their stupendous stupidity in that class.
"Mr. Malfoy, I think I'm done." The Ravenclaw girl timidly said. Malfoy just nodded, the girl took it as a signal and scurried out of the room.
Once the girl is out of earshot, Malfoy threw Hermione's shoes at her. "Whatever happened to that wooden stick you call a wand? For being the so-called 'brightest witch of our age', you sure are daft when it comes to certain vital protocols." Hermione glared at the Slytherin as she moved back to a wall and put on her shoes.
"Are you ready to quit yet?" Malfoy sat on the teacher's table mockingly staring at the Head Girl.
"Sorry Malfoy, quitting is only for cowards otherwise known as Slytherins." Hermione smirked at her blond counterpart and walked out of the room leaving her scowling nemesis.
The next morning, a loud, annoying banging on her door woke up the bushy haired Gryffindor.
" 'Ermione, you better open up or I'll blast 'zis door off." The booming voice of Fleur Weasley said. "Wake up, you 'ave to jog around 'ze lake to get fit for 'ze competition." Fleur shook her student from her sleeping form.
"I can't, leave me alone, my feet hurts!" Hermione moaned.
"You only 'ave two choices, jog around 'ze lake or fly with 'ze Gryffindor Quidditch team." Hermione jolted out of the bed and went to change her clothes in a matter of minutes. There are two things in Hogwarts that Hermione would be caught dead before ever trying it out, Divinations and Flying.
"I hate you." She muttered while brushing her teeth.
It took Hermione an hour and a half to take five laps around the lake. By the time she finished, it was almost time for breakfast. Fleur followed her towards her room where she waited until Hermione has finished with her bath.
"'ere wear zis." After a grueling hour of putting makeup on the Gryffindor and styling her hair, Fleur threw Hermione a dress that the studious Head Girl wouldn't even dare to get her hands on. It was a dress from a very well known muggle brand called Valentino.
"Where did you get this?" Hermione's eyes show all signs of amazement as she wears the expensive clothing. Being a muggleborn, she has always dreamed of wearing one of those dresses that seems to only look better worn by models. Now, she's holding such a divine yellow halter topped dress that she wouldn't even think of covering up with her robes even if it's a bit revealing for her liking.
"Are you done?" Fleur asked, sitting on Hermione's bed.
Slowly, Hermione went out of the bathroom, a bit apprehensive on what will be her coach's reaction. When she finally revealed herself, all hell breaks loose as Fleur went into a feral, hormonal cry.
"I knew it." Fleur managed to say in between sobs.
"Is it THAT bad?" Hermione sighed. She really felt sad about Fleur's reaction but as always, she tried her best to supress her emotions.
"No, far from it. You're gorgeous!" Fleur excitedly screeched. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and can't help but agree with Fleur, she didn't look like herself. Her usually bushy hair, falls into long sexy curls while her face looks radiant with natural shades. Her body fits perfectly with the elegant dress. For once in her life, she truly felt beautiful.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
What do you think? R&R...thanks