Make Some Real Magic 6

A Slytherin Makeover For a Gryffindor Student

Disclaimer:  I am not the mastermind behind HARRY POTTER--J.K Rowling is!

"This is going to be the worst day of my life," Ron groaned.  He was walking with Harry down the hall.  Harry was helping him find a date.

"Lighten up, will you?" Harry asked.  "It could be worse, you know."

"Oh yeah, how?"

"Voldemort could show up suddenly and kill us all."

"That's not funny, Harry," Ron muttered, "and you of all people should not say that name!"

"Hello, gentlemen," Draco said.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Harry demanded.

"You're not getting away with this," Ron said.  "We know that you're just taking Hermione to the dance to humiliate her!"

"You're just saying that Weasley because I asked her before you," Malfoy sneered, "and you're trying to get back at me anyway you can.  So, have you found a date yet?"

"We're looking," Ron said.

"Well, good luck," Malfoy said.  "You'll need it."

"You don't care about Hermione," Ron said.  "Why did you ask her?"

"I can have anyone in the whole school, you know," Malfoy bragged.  "I could've asked your sister if I wanted too."

"I'm taking Ginny," Harry said.

"Typical," Malfoy said. 

"Stay away from my sister, Malfoy!" Ron shouted.

"Oh, you think you can keep me from getting any girl I want?" Draco demanded.  He laughed and walked away.

"He's just lying, Ron," Harry insisted.  Ron turned and ran back to Gryffindor Tower.  "Ron?  Where are you going?"

"Ginny!" Ron cried as he ran back to Gryffindor Tower, "Ginny!"  He ran up to the girl's dorm, "GINNY!"

"Ron, what?" Ginny demanded.  "Is there a mountain troll in the school again?"

"Oh, Ginny!" he pulled her into a tight, excruciating hug. 

"Ro-ohn…what are you doing?  Ow, must you hug me so tight?"

"Promise me something, Ginny," Ron said.

"What?"

He stepped back, "stay away from Draco Malfoy!  He's bad, bad, bad, BAD!"

"What would I want with Draco?  He's a jerk!"

"Just promise me that you'll keep away from him," Ron said.  "Okay?"

"Okay, okay…I promise.  Get a grip, Ron!"

"Oh, good," he embraced her again.  "That's my girl!  And if Draco ever tries to talk to you, you just come and tell me all right?"

'Why can't any of my brothers be normal?' Ginny wondered.

*******

"There you are, Miss Granger."

"Huh?" Hermione turned to see Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle.

"We were sent for you," Vincent said.  "Please come with us."

"Um, okay."  She took a bulky arm and they led her to the Slytherin Wing.  "Something wrong?"

"No."  Greg said.  "It's more of a surprise really."

When they entered the Slytherin Common room, Pansy Parkinson was standing there with several other Slytherin girls behind her.  "Hello, Granger," she said, a fake happy smile appearing on her lips.  "Today's the big day.  You're goin to the Yule ball with Draco."

"That's right," Hermione said, half expecting Pansy to jump her right then in there.  Hermione knew that Pansy had it bad for Draco.

"Well, it's time for us to make you beautiful."

"What?"

"Just relax, Hermione," Pansy insisted, taking her by the hand.  "This will be a lot of fun."  She led her to the girl's dorm.

******

Pansy Parkinson shampooed and conditioned Hermione Granger's curly hair.  Afterwards, she took a comb and started to comb it.  Hermione scrunched her face up and tried to keep her grunts of pain at a minimum decibel.

"Uh, Pansy, why don't we just use our wands?" asked Blaise Zabini, another Slytherin girl.  "It'd be easier."

'Less painful, too,' Hermione added mentally.

"I know," Pansy said, "but I thought it would be more fun this way.  This is how muggles get makeovers and stuff, right, Hermione?" taking the comb down her knotty hair, trying not to take pleasure in Hermione's pain.  "Too bad they don't have magic to get their hair silky and everything, hmm?"

"Yeah," Hermione said.

After combing out all the knots in Hermione's hair--which took about twenty minutes--Pansy scooped her hands into a container of gel and slid it into Hermione's hair.  She slicked Hermione's hair back, making sure every strand of hair had more than enough gel on it. They were doing the make over in front of a desktop mirror with all the supplies they were using on top of it.  Hermione blinked at how greasy her hair looked but didn't ask Pansy to half the gel out.  She looked more like Draco Malfoy's sister, the way her hair was new greased back like his, instead of his date and the girls have just started the makeover.

With Hermione's hair heavy with enough gel grease cooking pans, Pansy began to French braid it while two other Slytherin girls filed Hermione's nails, one hand each. Hermione relaxed, wondering why Pansy was being so nice as to give her this makeover and get her ready for the Yule Ball.  She knew perfectly well that Pansy had the biggest crush on Draco Malfoy and would rather go out with him.  When they first started Hogwarts, Pansy would never talk or touch Hermione and here she was, braiding her hair and chatting up a storm about how magical the night would be and how honored she was to give her the makeover. 

"So, whom are you going with?"  Hermione asked suddenly when Pansy was halfway done with French braiding her hair.

Pansy stopped braiding, "well--"

"She's going with Vincent Crabbe," Millicent Bulstrode answered, close to the giggles.

"Oh, Vincent," Hermione whispered, trying not to laugh herself, "Well, he's um, nice."  'And dumb-haha' she added to herself.

"Yeah, I'm going with Vincent," Pansy said, trying to brag.  "I think he's got bigger muscles than Gregory Goyle, don't you think, Millicent?"

"Millicent's going with Gregory," informed Blaise in a hushed voice.

Pansy finished braiding Hermione's hair and secured it with a rubber band. As Millicent and Blaise Zabini to file Hermione's nails, Pansy went through the different colors of nail polish. 

"I think pink suits her better," Millicent said.

"Pink?" Hermione and Pansy gasped, with the same amount of disgust in their voices.  Hermione was surprised that pink wasn't her good color was one thing they could agree on, besides the fact that Draco Malfoy had to be the sexiest boy in Hogwarts, or at least Slytherin house.

"I thought you liked pink," Millicent shrugged as Blaise nearly laughed her head off.

"I like red," Hermione said

'Sure, it's a Gryffindor color, isn't it?' Pansy wanted to say with the angriest, coldest tone.  It sure wasn't easy for her to dress her up, Hermione Granger, her rival to the best dance of the year with the boy of her dreams and keep a smile on her face, but she was doing good so far. 'This had better be worth it!' Pansy swallowed and picked up the different enamels.  "We need to find one that will match your dress and lipstick and make up."

"What color is my dress?" Hermione asked.  "Is it blue?"

"Didn't you wear a blue dress last year?" asked Millicent when she was finished filling Hermione's pinky, the last finger.  She blew on her nails.

"Yes I did."

"You shouldn't wear the same color of dress every year, you know," said Blaise, "it's bad luck."

"Oh, that's a stupid theory, Blaise," Millicent said.  "Besides, I think it's fun to wear a totally different dress each year."

"Can I see my dress?" Hermione asked, antsy.

"Not yet," Pansy said, trying to be enthusiastic.  "It's a surprise!"

"What color is it?  Is it even my size?  Have you seen it?"

Pansy almost broke one of the enamels in frustration.  It was taking all of Pansy's strength and sense to keep from yelling at Hermione, which wasn't a lot.

"It's a very pretty dress," Millicent said.  "Draco picked it out for you himself."

"Oh, you've seen it?" Hermione asked.

Millicent and Blaise nodded.  "It will look very pretty on you," Blaise said.

Pansy could not believe how nice Millicent and Blaise were being to Hermione.  Well, they didn't have to worry about a mudblood taking away their guys.  Blaise was going to the Yule ball with some fourth year and Millicent was going with Greg.

"I found a color," Pansy said, taking out two bottles of silver nail polish from the collection and handing them to Blaise and Millicent as she turned back to the table to picked out new items for the rest of the makeover.

"Oh, my dress is silver, huh?" Hermione asked.

"Maybe," Pansy muttered.

"I like silver," Hermione said as Millicent and Blaise started to paint her nails silver.

Milicent and Blaise exchanged glances and grinned.  Hermione liked silver, a Slytherin color.  The cloak that Draco had given her was hunter green, another Slytherin color and they were sure she liked that too.  Hermione was becoming a Slytherin student. Pansy picked through the different lipsticks and cosmetic utensils.  After Millicent and Blaise painted a second coat on Hermione's fingernails, they put a topcoat of clear nail polish on to make the enamel shine.  They used their wands to make them dry instead of having to blow on them. 

Pansy approached Hermione with tweezers in her hand.

"What are you going to do with those?" Hermione demanded, her eyes on the tweezers.

"Your eyebrows need to be tweezed," Pansy replied, trying hard not to grin. 

"Um, maybe you should use your wand instead," Hermione suggested. "Blaise and Millicent used theirs to dry the nail polish."

"This shouldn't be too long.  Just keep still." Pansy said and reached forward with the tweezers and began to pluck each hair that was between her eyes or out of place.  Hermione said "Ouch" and winced every time.  Blaise and Millicent touched their own eyebrows and grimaced just watching.  Two minutes later, Hermione's eyebrows were shaped more defined.  She handed the tweezers back to Blaise, who gave it to Millicent and she put it back onto the counter.

Pansy kept her palm open.  "Foundation."

Millicent picked up a bottle of foundation that matched Hermione's skin tone and a triangular sponge, handed it to Blaise and Blaise handed it to Pansy.  Pansy put a little blob on the sponge and dabbed Hermione's forehead, cheeks and chin and spread it out throughout her face and neck.  She handed it back and requested the next item.

"Eyebrow pencil.  Black."

 Pansy etched Hermione's eyebrows softly and handed it back.

"Eye liner.  Midnight."

Millicent picked up the liquid eyeliner entitled Midnight and handed it to Blaise who handed it to Pansy.  Pansy painted a thick line on her eyelid, next to her eyelashes and handed it back to Blaise.

"Eye shadow.  Smoke."

Millicent turned to the table and searched for the Smoke eye shadow.  There were many plums, greens, golds.  'Hmm, where is it?' she thought.  She went around the table and got on her hands and knees to check and see if it fell down.

"Millicent," Pansy grunted.  "Can't you find it?"

"I just saw it…" an eye shadow dropped, from out of nowhere and onto her head. "Ouch…oh, here it is!"

 She picked it up and on the back it said Smoke.  She handed it to Blaise with the eye shadow applicator.  Pansy put a heavy amount on the applicator and smeared it on Hermione's eyelids. 

"Eye-lid brush."  She brushed the shadow to make it smooth.

"Mascara.  Black."

Hermione assumed the position for the mascara applying-situation, an awkward open-wide mouth and her eyes half-open and forward.  Pansy wanted to poke her eyes out with the applicator.  She applied two coats to for both the top eyelashes and bottom eyelashes for each eye.

"Eye-lash curler."

Hermione squirmed slightly.  It was even worse than the mascara.  Nonetheless, she stayed still. 

"Blush."  She was handed a wine-color blush and she brushed it onto Hermione's cheekbones.

"Lipstick.  Silver."

Millicent searched the table for the silver lipstick but didn't find it, just as she had trouble finding the smoke eye shadow.  "It's not here."

"Did you use it all?" Pansy demanded.

"No," Millicent retorted.

"Blaise?

"I didn't use it!" Blaise shouted.  "It was just here a second ago!"

"Maybe it fell down somewhere," Millicent suggested. 

"Or maybe someone stole it!" Blaise grunted.  "Like Peeves. We can't even get ready for a dance without him poking around!"

"That's okay," Hermione said, "I'd look funny with silver lips anyway.  It would be like having a metal mouth."

'That shouldn't be a problem,' Pansy thought, 'since you used to have such large teeth and needed braces.'

"How about this red?" Millicent asked.

"I don't remember that red being there," Pansy muttered.

"It's a different red," Blaise told her.  "Pretty dark."

"That's fine," Hermione said.  "I like red."

"Okay," Millicent said and handed the dark red lipstick to Blaise and she handed it to Pansy.

Pansy painted the lipstick on Hermione's bottom lip first and then the top.  She told Hermione to press her lips down and asked for the final item.

"Lip Gloss.  Cherry."

After having two coats of cherry lip-gloss, Hermione asked for her dress.

"We haven't forgotten," Pansy said.

Blaise stepped behind Hermione and placed her hands over Hermione's eyes, careful not to smudge her make up.

"Ooh, can I see?" Hermione asked.

Pansy opened a wardrobe and reached for Hermione's dress.  "You can look now."

Blaise removed her hands from Hermione's eyes, which were closed.  She snapped them open the second Blaise removed her hands.  She took one look at the dress and screamed, making the other girls scream and they screamed as if they thought they would never stop screaming.

*****

"So, did you find a date yet?"  Seamus asked Ron as they went to Gryffindor Tower

"No," he replied.

"The dance is in a few more hours," Seamus said.

"I know," Ron sighed.  "But I'll come anyway."

They went up to the boy's dorm to find Harry shoving something in his trunk.  He closed the lid down. 

"Hi Harry," Ron said.

"Oh…Ron!" Harry spun around. "Hello."

"What's in your trunk?" Ron asked.

"You're hiding the answers to the Transfiguration test, aren't you?" Seamus teased.

"No," Harry said, chuckling.

"Come on, Harry, what's in the trunk?"

"I was just doing some re-arranging, that's all."  Harry insisted.  "So, did you find a date yet, Ron?"

"Would people please stop asking me that?" Ron demanded.

"Ah, dang it!" Seamus groaned.

"What?"  Ron asked.  "You don't have a date either?"

"Oh, I have a date," he said, "I'm going with Parvarti."

"So what's the problem?"

"I left something in Charms, oh, I got to go…" Seamus turned and ran down the stairs.

"I think he's taking lessons from Neville," Harry said.

"Harry, I have an idea," Ron said.

"What?"

"I think we should spy on Hermione."

"Are you crazy?  Hermione's my friend!"

"Well, so am I!" Ron grunted, "and Hermione's not herself so I think we should spy on her so she will stay away from Draco.  We can use your Invisibility Cloak and--"

"Absolutely not!" Harry cried.  "My father didn't leave me his cloak so I can peek on girls, especially if one is my best friend!  And Hermione would be furious if she found out!"

"Oh, come on, Harry," Ron pleaded, "It's for a good cause.  And Hermione wouldn't find out."

"Forget it, Ron," Harry insisted.  "Let's just get ready for the ball.  Jus to let you know, Hermione would find out.  She was able to solve every mystery, you know."

"Well, it was worth a shot," Ron sighed.

*****

"Oh my gosh!" Hermione squealed.  "That is the most beautiful dress I have ever seen!  I'm going to give Draco a very--"

"Glad you like it," Pansy said quickly, to make her stop.

"We pretty much screamed when we saw it too," Blaise said.  "Come on, let's help you try it on!"

The dress was sleeveless and made out of silk with a netting material onto of it that shimmered silver.  It brought out Hermione's eyes. 

"It goes these," Blaise said, opening a box what that the sexiest black and silver shoes with black nylons.  Hermione put them on.

"It goes with these too," Millicent said and placed a shiny, shimmering green shawl around her shoulders and green silk gloves. Hermione glanced in the mirror and grinned.  Pansy was quite impressed. 'Wow, I'm good.' She thought.  'To think I did that to the girl I despise more than anything.'

"Now," Hermione declared as she picked up a perfume bottle and sprayed her neck with it.  It smelt very alluring.  "The real fun begins!"

Next Chapter: Dance 'Till You Drop