Force It On A Girl Why Don't You?

Chapter Ten: Fined, a Fight and Few Pence Whores.

My head was cocked to one side as I stared at myself in the mirror. Actually, at this point I wasn't even certain if it was Hermione Granger staring back at me with her dark, smoky eye shadow rather than a cheap whore that could be bought for a few pence. Well, I guess whore would be carrying it a bit far, but the dress went above my knee, and it showed off my back! Now if that didn't scream 'indecency' then standards had certainly dropped since the last time I went out on a date.

I groaned and angled my body differently, looking back. I actually had an arse in this dress! There was a knock on the door and I span around, nearly knocking myself flat on my new-found behind because of the ridiculous (albeit completely gorgeous) shoes that Ginny had forced onto my feet earlier.

"How goes it?" Ginny asked, swinging open the door, apple in hand. She took a bite and eyed me before whistling. "Me and Lav did a pretty good job, wouldn't you say?"

"Don't you have any manners?" I snapped, not bothering to gape at myself any longer. It would only satisfy Ginny more. It was nine o'clock and all I wanted to do was curl up and sleep, not go out and pretend to be someone I'm obviously not. It was like putting a little girl in adult's clothing and telling her to save the world. Cute, but impossible.

"Oy, I knocked, didn't I?" Ginny commented before flopping down on my bed. For a model she sure was ungraceful sometimes. Ginny's red hair was up in a casual pony tail and her face was void of any make up. Oh how I envied her right now. "Anyway, I came to tell you that you should leave now, he's already down at La Musa waiting."

"Why don't you just tell me who the bloke is Gin?" I complained, picking up my only black clutch and wobbling towards the front door. "And why are we meeting at a muggle restaurant?"

"Maybe he's muggle," Ginny retorted, pushing me out the door.

"Ginny!" I exclaimed in horror. A muggle, she couldn't be serious!

"It's a joke Hermione," Ginny laughed. "Lighten up a little, seriously!"

She leaned against the door and continued, "Remember, no apparition, cab only, see you when you get home, maybe tomorrow morning if you get lucky."

And with that she shut the door in my face.

"GINNY!" I shouted, banging on my door. The stupid little brat!

I had been locked out of my own apartment. Lucky me. Sighing, defeated, I turned and hobbled down the stairs towards the street. A cab was already there waiting. Well at least Ginny had planned some things thoroughly. Climbing into the cab I placed my clutch onto my lap.

"La Musa please," I told the man quietly slipping on my seat belt. One always had to be safe and follow the law, right? Glancing at the driver, an elderly man with grey and white peppered hair, I realized that he forgot to put back on his own seatbelt. "Um excuse me?"

"Uhm," He grunted. Well wasn't he just polite.

"You forgot to put back on your seat belt," I informed him, motioning for my own seat belt so as to make sure I got my point across.

"Why bother with the bloody things, uncomfortable if you ask me," He grumbled, pulling out onto the street but still not bothering to secure himself.

"Aren't you going to put it on?" I asked and the man eyed me warily.

"Are you going to shut up if I do?" He retorted. I scowled. I was just trying to make sure his bloody head didn't do in if the car in front of us decided to stop suddenly. Sue me for trying to save his life.

"Yes," I decided. His life was the most important thing I assumed. He just grunted and rolled his eyes again. "You know, you could be fined a lot of money for now wearing it."

Another grunt. Clearly we were getting nowhere.

"I'd really feel more comfortable if you'd just put it on," I told him solemnly. He glanced at me with one raised eyebrow.

"Would you now?" He asked and I nodded. "Well personally princess, I don't care."

"Why you!" I fumed, crossing my arms. "I'm just looking out for your safety!"

"Let me guess," The man continued, looking out the window at the traffic slowly building up behind us. "You've got a date or important meeting with some bloke and this is the way you take out your anxiety."

"You," I mumbled, highly irritated. "You know nothing."

I silently glared out the window and could faintly make out the bloke smirking in triumph. The arse.

"Oh really now?" He said amused and I growled.

"You are really infuriating-"

"You could shut up any time now," The man interrupted rudely and I gasped, well, the nerve of this bloody idiot.

I glanced in front of me, we were about a block away from the restaurant now. I sighed. There was only one thing I could do. So I plucked up my courage and reached over to the man.

"What the hell are you doing?" The man exclaimed but I just reached for his seat belt and pulled it across, fastening it.

"There," I stated happily, brushing invisible dust off of my hands. "That wasn't too difficult, now was it?"

The man eyed me for a moment, as if disbelievingly, as if wondering if what I just did actually happened until finally he started to laugh loudly. As we pulled up in front of the quaint, Italian restaurant people started to stare so I squirmed uncomfortably in my seat.

"You're a right case, you know that?" The man told me as I placed twenty quid in his hands. With pursed lips, I got out of the car and began to climb up the stairs towards the sleek, glass door. Well, that was the last time I ever saved a person's life.

A/n Hey guys, it's been so long since I've posted, I know, but I decided since it's vacation I'm going to see how far I can get before exams start! So please, review, if you're still out there and thank you to those who have stuck with me so far.