Chapter 5 - The Changing and Shopping
Alex walked back towards the Three Broomsticks in a cheerful mood. She, Alexandra St. Raven, got one up on Harry Potter. No other girl had ever been able to do that before. Yet she had.
"What are you smiling about?" Hermione's voice called from behind her.
Alex whirled around and faced her best girl friend. "Lets just say that I did the so called impossible," she smiled as she linked her arm through Hermione's and guided her towards the robe shop.
"I'm going to start by getting you a new wardrobe, and then we'll go to hair and make up, okay?"
Hermione nodded her head mutely as they entered the door of the robe shop.
"Right," Alex frowned as she looked over Hermione's body. "Let's see. Pastel's wouldn't go well with your skin, so lets try bold colors, okay?"
Hermione sighed as resigned. After all, Alex would know more about clothes and makeup and everything else than she did, since Alex's Grandmother was a fashion designer. "Alright."
After trying on numerous amounts of clothes, it was decided that Hermione looked better in dark reds, black, blue, green, and white. Not that much of a variety, but they all brought out her features a little more than any other color.
"I'm not wearing something that short Alex!" Hermione hissed as she looked at the mini skirt that barely covered her ass.
"'Mione," Alex sighed, "How high up are you wearing the skirt, because I assure you that it should cover most of your upper thighs."
Hermione's mouth formed an 'o' and blushed. It never occurred to her to let the skirt sit on her hips instead of pulling it up to her bellybutton. Hermione's blush deepened as she grabbed the skirt and stormed back into the dressing room.
"Miss?" Alex called out to the sales lady whom was behind the counter reading the latest copy of Witches Weekly. The young blonde haired woman looked at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Yes?" she snapped irritably.
Alex raised an eyebrow at the sales woman's attitude and pointed towards the pile of clothes that had gather on an ottoman that was going into Hermione's wardrobe. "I'd like to put these on the St. Raven's account please."
"We need a St. Raven here to do that," the woman replied in a shrill, snobbish voice that made Alex envisioned slapping her smirk right off that candy cotton pink mouth.
"One is here. Me." Alex glared.
The sales woman's cheeks turned bright red, and her mouth dropped open. "Sorry, Miss. St. Raven. I didn't mean to sound so rude. I'll get on it right now," the lady said.
Alex turned sharply and walked towards the muggle gowns so that she could pick something out for the ball. "Alex," she heard as she walked past the dressing room.
Alex turned and looked at Hermione, and her jaw fell slack. 'She looks beautiful!' Alex thought as she walked over to her friend. "Bella," Alex whispered. "You look fabulous. It fits you, and you have the tanned legs that seem to go up to your ears," Alex smiled. 'Yes, she will have Malfoy's heart in the palm of her hand before I'm finished with her.' "Guys will be falling left and right for you."
"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked skeptically. Alex nodded her head as she circled Hermione, checking out how the outfit displayed her curves to perfection. Most guys didn't know what kind of curves girls had in Hogwarts do to the bulky robes that they wore.
"You'll have his heart in the matter of weeks, cara," Alex promised.
Hermione smiled brightly. "Well then, we might as well finish this . . . make over. If I'm going to do something, I might as well do it right, right?" she smiled as she turned and walked back towards the dressing room to change into her clothes.
Alex smiled and continued on her way to the dresses. She knew what she wanted. A dress that left her shoulders bare, that hugged to her upper body, and that matched her eyes to perfection. That's what she wanted.
After going through two racks, she found nothing that was to her liking, and she sighed. 'Maybe I can get Grandmother to design something for me,' she thought as she walked up to the front desk and signed the bill slip with a flourish.
"Ready?" she asked Hermione.
"Ready as I'll ever be," was the reply.
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Alex walked back towards the Three Broomsticks in a cheerful mood. She, Alexandra St. Raven, got one up on Harry Potter. No other girl had ever been able to do that before. Yet she had.
"What are you smiling about?" Hermione's voice called from behind her.
Alex whirled around and faced her best girl friend. "Lets just say that I did the so called impossible," she smiled as she linked her arm through Hermione's and guided her towards the robe shop.
"I'm going to start by getting you a new wardrobe, and then we'll go to hair and make up, okay?"
Hermione nodded her head mutely as they entered the door of the robe shop.
"Right," Alex frowned as she looked over Hermione's body. "Let's see. Pastel's wouldn't go well with your skin, so lets try bold colors, okay?"
Hermione sighed as resigned. After all, Alex would know more about clothes and makeup and everything else than she did, since Alex's Grandmother was a fashion designer. "Alright."
After trying on numerous amounts of clothes, it was decided that Hermione looked better in dark reds, black, blue, green, and white. Not that much of a variety, but they all brought out her features a little more than any other color.
"I'm not wearing something that short Alex!" Hermione hissed as she looked at the mini skirt that barely covered her ass.
"'Mione," Alex sighed, "How high up are you wearing the skirt, because I assure you that it should cover most of your upper thighs."
Hermione's mouth formed an 'o' and blushed. It never occurred to her to let the skirt sit on her hips instead of pulling it up to her bellybutton. Hermione's blush deepened as she grabbed the skirt and stormed back into the dressing room.
"Miss?" Alex called out to the sales lady whom was behind the counter reading the latest copy of Witches Weekly. The young blonde haired woman looked at Alex with raised eyebrows. "Yes?" she snapped irritably.
Alex raised an eyebrow at the sales woman's attitude and pointed towards the pile of clothes that had gather on an ottoman that was going into Hermione's wardrobe. "I'd like to put these on the St. Raven's account please."
"We need a St. Raven here to do that," the woman replied in a shrill, snobbish voice that made Alex envisioned slapping her smirk right off that candy cotton pink mouth.
"One is here. Me." Alex glared.
The sales woman's cheeks turned bright red, and her mouth dropped open. "Sorry, Miss. St. Raven. I didn't mean to sound so rude. I'll get on it right now," the lady said.
Alex turned sharply and walked towards the muggle gowns so that she could pick something out for the ball. "Alex," she heard as she walked past the dressing room.
Alex turned and looked at Hermione, and her jaw fell slack. 'She looks beautiful!' Alex thought as she walked over to her friend. "Bella," Alex whispered. "You look fabulous. It fits you, and you have the tanned legs that seem to go up to your ears," Alex smiled. 'Yes, she will have Malfoy's heart in the palm of her hand before I'm finished with her.' "Guys will be falling left and right for you."
"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked skeptically. Alex nodded her head as she circled Hermione, checking out how the outfit displayed her curves to perfection. Most guys didn't know what kind of curves girls had in Hogwarts do to the bulky robes that they wore.
"You'll have his heart in the matter of weeks, cara," Alex promised.
Hermione smiled brightly. "Well then, we might as well finish this . . . make over. If I'm going to do something, I might as well do it right, right?" she smiled as she turned and walked back towards the dressing room to change into her clothes.
Alex smiled and continued on her way to the dresses. She knew what she wanted. A dress that left her shoulders bare, that hugged to her upper body, and that matched her eyes to perfection. That's what she wanted.
After going through two racks, she found nothing that was to her liking, and she sighed. 'Maybe I can get Grandmother to design something for me,' she thought as she walked up to the front desk and signed the bill slip with a flourish.
"Ready?" she asked Hermione.
"Ready as I'll ever be," was the reply.
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