A/N: Written for prompt 82 "Supermodel AU" on the Are You Crazy Enough to Do It challenge. Word count: 602
Hermione kept her eyes closed for several long moments once her surrounding felt solid once more. There was a dull roar around her they hinted she was surrounded by people who were all speaking, but no one seemed to be speaking to her.
She opened her eyes, and her stomach fell to the floor.
A mirror sat opposite her, and the face looking back at her was not her own. She leaned forward, trying to connect with this stranger the same way she did herself, and she began to detect the subtle hints that this was her body, albeit with a multitude of changes.
She couldn't figure out if the changes were Muggle or magical in nature, but she pushed those worries to the side quickly. It didn't fundamentally matter.
As she leaned forward, she became certain that her cheekbones were different than they'd used to be, and she wasn't sure that Muggles could do that, though she also had no idea what anyone was capable of in the world she found herself in.
Her appearance had captivated her so thoroughly that several minutes passed before she had any awareness of her surroundings.
Though she had never followed fashion, the room she was in was recognizable to her as some sort of dressing room for a fashion show.
There were various men and women, all as gorgeous as her new body, moving around. Many of them were in states of undress as they switched between outfits.
No one was paying Hermione any attention, so she continued to sit in her chair in front of the mirror. She had no more desire to look at herself, so she watched everyone else instead, wishing there was someone who looked at ease enough that she could ask them some simple questions.
No one was at ease though. She'd found herself in a room that held more tension than the Ministry of Magic.
There was far more makeup open in front of her than Hermione had ever seen at once, but she already had a full face of it. She didn't think it would have been possible to add more product.
"Hermione!"
She jumped before glancing over her shoulder at a tall woman with dark skin.
"What are you doing?" the woman demanded. "You're meant to be on the runway in less than a minute."
Without waiting for an answer, she shooed Hermione out of her chair and towards the dressing room exit. Hermione went without a fight, panic rising in her chest. She had no idea how any version of herself had found herself as a model because she had no idea how to pull of the outlandish outfit she was wearing in front of a crowd of people.
The unnamed woman deposited her in line, where the other models were too focused on their own impending performances to say much of anything to her. She was thankful for it as she was beginning to feel like she might vomit. Strangely enough, this didn't seem to catch anyone's attention, and Hermione wondered if her stage fright was a regular thing even though she did this for a living here. She could easily imagine that being the case.
When it was her turn to take the runway, she had no choice but to wing it. She put all her effort into strutting like she'd watched the models before her do, but she refused to look at the audience to see whether they were buying it or not.
She merely focused on putting one foot in front of the other until the whole world dissolved once more.