A/N: There is a Three Broomsticks in Diagon Alley Now. Why? B/c I messed
up and put one there. I meant to put the Leaky Cauldron but was tired.
*This is all regarding chappie one* Sorry, I'm dumb. I won't write tired
ever again! Erm. I mean, I'll pay more attention from now on.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything Harry Potter related. I, unfortunately, do not. The plot is the only thing that will come out of my twisted little mind.
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Hermione walked into the salon dragging her feet the entire way. She told the lady at the front desk her name. With a sly smile, the lady said, "Oh YOU'RE the one that gets the makeover. Oooo we'll have fun with you!"
"Great," muttered Hermione, "They're going to have FUN with me. ERG!!!"
Three minutes later a tall guy with white blond hair that looked as though he might weigh almost thirty pounds walked out.
"Hey chickie! I'm Matt. I'll be making you even more gorgeous than you already are! Let's get started okay girl?"
With a groan Hermione got up and walked over to the chair. She plopped down. Matt looked at her and said, "What are we going for today?" He was running his hands through her slightly frizzy really curly brown hair.
"My parents gave me money and told me I can't spend it on books."
"O….kay. I'm just going to go ahead to play then, okay?"
"Whatever."
With that, Matt walked way. He showed up 10 minutes later with two bowls, gloves on, a paintbrush and some foil. Hermione closed her eyes. She wasn't opening them until he was done. She felt Matt pulling on her hair and separating it into chunks. She blocked everything out and meditated for a while.
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Draco was sitting in the hall still. He had no idea what to do. With a wave of his wand, he cleaned up his little mess. But there was still the matter of the bedroom. What to do, what to do? AHHH!! The front door opened. "Lucius? Draco? I'm home! How was your day?"
Narcissa Malfoy was walking up the stairs.
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Hermione was walking through the foyer of a gigantic house. She looked around herself and saw pictures of pale blonde men. She wondered aloud, "Where am I…" She walked into the living room. It looked as though someone had robbed this beautiful house. Only, everything was smashed. She saw some stairs nearby. From upstairs, someone wretched. She was making her way towards the stairs---
"Time to rinse!" said a cheery voice. She was still in the salon, not in some fancy mansion.
"What a dream…" Matt sat her down in another chair. He was rinsing the dye out of her hair.
"I decided you needed a new look, I went for a totally new color, sweetie! I hope you like it." Five minutes later, Hermione was walking back over to her original chair. "Hmm…yeah, we'll try it. Honey, your hair is going to be shorter! Trust me." Matt took his scissors out and started snipping away.
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Draco ran down the stairs to meet his mother. "What happened to the living room?" she asked. Draco grabbed his mother by the shoulders and led her to a chair. She sat down and looked at his face. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know where to start…" Draco took a deep breath. "Mom, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'd hate for you to have found it and not me."
"What's happened?!"
Another deep breath. "Father is dead. I am pretty sure Voldemort has killed him. Had you been home, he would have killed you. Also, I'm pretty sure that he was looking for me, not dad, but when I wasn't home, Voldemort took his rage out on dad. I'm sorry."
Narcissa had burst into tears. Draco sat for a long while holding her while she cried, not shedding a tear himself. No, no. He was far too angry for that. His father's death would be avenged.
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"I…look…GORGEOUS!" Hermione squealed. Her hair was a nice auburn with blonde highlights. It came to her shoulders and was faceframed. "Eeeeee!" She gave Matt a huge hug.
"Now it's time for your makeup! This is Loretta. She will be your makeup stylist today." Hermione looked up.
"Make me pretty!"
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The house elves had cleaned up the mess in Narcissa's room. The only thing was, no one would go in. Narcissa slept in one of the guest rooms. Draco spent his nights awake in his own room, wondering his fate. How was he going to get himself out of this one?
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Hermione couldn't believe that she was actually this pretty. She bought the makeup they used on her and paid for her haircut. She had enough money left over to get some food on her way home. She stopped at the local deli and got a chicken salad sandwich. Sitting down a table, she ate her sandwich in small bites. Guys were staring at her, and it was making her uncomfortable. She went home to find a little owl sitting on her doorstep. "Pig!" she cried and ran up to it. This was not a good idea, since it scared the poor thing into flying around. After a few minutes of chasing, Pig handed over the letter. Ron was reminding her that she was to be at the Burrow tomorrow. "I wonder what they'll think of my new look…?"
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OK! Thanks to:
Sandra: I had planned to, but I have a much better way! After thinking about it, I know what I'm going to do. Thanks bunches
TheSlayerinBlack: It's my fave!
Elektra: I will NOT turn Draco into Mr. Joyously-Frolicking-In-The- Sunshine. Actually part of my summary that didn't make it in was this will not be your typical "Hermione-and-Draco-all-of-a-sudden-fall-in-love-for-no- apparent-reason" type of fic. Just have to figure out HOW.
SusieAsparagus: Good to hear from you today! They were in Diagon Alley, and as per my author's note, there is now a Three Broomsticks in Diagon Alley.
Also thank you to all who posted. I'm sorry I'm far too lazy to type a list, but I have a meeting to be at in 45 minz and it's like a half hour drive from here. I love all my reviewers! I LOVE YOU ALL!! REALLY I DO!! Happy Reading!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns everything Harry Potter related. I, unfortunately, do not. The plot is the only thing that will come out of my twisted little mind.
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Hermione walked into the salon dragging her feet the entire way. She told the lady at the front desk her name. With a sly smile, the lady said, "Oh YOU'RE the one that gets the makeover. Oooo we'll have fun with you!"
"Great," muttered Hermione, "They're going to have FUN with me. ERG!!!"
Three minutes later a tall guy with white blond hair that looked as though he might weigh almost thirty pounds walked out.
"Hey chickie! I'm Matt. I'll be making you even more gorgeous than you already are! Let's get started okay girl?"
With a groan Hermione got up and walked over to the chair. She plopped down. Matt looked at her and said, "What are we going for today?" He was running his hands through her slightly frizzy really curly brown hair.
"My parents gave me money and told me I can't spend it on books."
"O….kay. I'm just going to go ahead to play then, okay?"
"Whatever."
With that, Matt walked way. He showed up 10 minutes later with two bowls, gloves on, a paintbrush and some foil. Hermione closed her eyes. She wasn't opening them until he was done. She felt Matt pulling on her hair and separating it into chunks. She blocked everything out and meditated for a while.
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Draco was sitting in the hall still. He had no idea what to do. With a wave of his wand, he cleaned up his little mess. But there was still the matter of the bedroom. What to do, what to do? AHHH!! The front door opened. "Lucius? Draco? I'm home! How was your day?"
Narcissa Malfoy was walking up the stairs.
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Hermione was walking through the foyer of a gigantic house. She looked around herself and saw pictures of pale blonde men. She wondered aloud, "Where am I…" She walked into the living room. It looked as though someone had robbed this beautiful house. Only, everything was smashed. She saw some stairs nearby. From upstairs, someone wretched. She was making her way towards the stairs---
"Time to rinse!" said a cheery voice. She was still in the salon, not in some fancy mansion.
"What a dream…" Matt sat her down in another chair. He was rinsing the dye out of her hair.
"I decided you needed a new look, I went for a totally new color, sweetie! I hope you like it." Five minutes later, Hermione was walking back over to her original chair. "Hmm…yeah, we'll try it. Honey, your hair is going to be shorter! Trust me." Matt took his scissors out and started snipping away.
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Draco ran down the stairs to meet his mother. "What happened to the living room?" she asked. Draco grabbed his mother by the shoulders and led her to a chair. She sat down and looked at his face. "What's wrong?"
"I don't know where to start…" Draco took a deep breath. "Mom, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I'd hate for you to have found it and not me."
"What's happened?!"
Another deep breath. "Father is dead. I am pretty sure Voldemort has killed him. Had you been home, he would have killed you. Also, I'm pretty sure that he was looking for me, not dad, but when I wasn't home, Voldemort took his rage out on dad. I'm sorry."
Narcissa had burst into tears. Draco sat for a long while holding her while she cried, not shedding a tear himself. No, no. He was far too angry for that. His father's death would be avenged.
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"I…look…GORGEOUS!" Hermione squealed. Her hair was a nice auburn with blonde highlights. It came to her shoulders and was faceframed. "Eeeeee!" She gave Matt a huge hug.
"Now it's time for your makeup! This is Loretta. She will be your makeup stylist today." Hermione looked up.
"Make me pretty!"
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The house elves had cleaned up the mess in Narcissa's room. The only thing was, no one would go in. Narcissa slept in one of the guest rooms. Draco spent his nights awake in his own room, wondering his fate. How was he going to get himself out of this one?
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Hermione couldn't believe that she was actually this pretty. She bought the makeup they used on her and paid for her haircut. She had enough money left over to get some food on her way home. She stopped at the local deli and got a chicken salad sandwich. Sitting down a table, she ate her sandwich in small bites. Guys were staring at her, and it was making her uncomfortable. She went home to find a little owl sitting on her doorstep. "Pig!" she cried and ran up to it. This was not a good idea, since it scared the poor thing into flying around. After a few minutes of chasing, Pig handed over the letter. Ron was reminding her that she was to be at the Burrow tomorrow. "I wonder what they'll think of my new look…?"
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OK! Thanks to:
Sandra: I had planned to, but I have a much better way! After thinking about it, I know what I'm going to do. Thanks bunches
TheSlayerinBlack: It's my fave!
Elektra: I will NOT turn Draco into Mr. Joyously-Frolicking-In-The- Sunshine. Actually part of my summary that didn't make it in was this will not be your typical "Hermione-and-Draco-all-of-a-sudden-fall-in-love-for-no- apparent-reason" type of fic. Just have to figure out HOW.
SusieAsparagus: Good to hear from you today! They were in Diagon Alley, and as per my author's note, there is now a Three Broomsticks in Diagon Alley.
Also thank you to all who posted. I'm sorry I'm far too lazy to type a list, but I have a meeting to be at in 45 minz and it's like a half hour drive from here. I love all my reviewers! I LOVE YOU ALL!! REALLY I DO!! Happy Reading!
