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Summary: A Halloween dance is approaching and Harry and Herm are missing one thing.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. If any of u read my other h/hr fic (I Luv U Came Too Late . . . . read it!) then u know that I like to twist things up. I only ask that u keep faith in me. One reviewer said that this is the best h/hr fic ever or something like that. Y thank u SOOOOO much! I truly appreciate that. I didn't think this was a super great story. The idea sortta popped in my head and I went with it. On another note, another reviewer mentioned that Ron really hasn't made an appearance. That is true. Why? I guess all I can say is that I never wrote him in. He's not in my other h/hr story but it's kindda good that he's not in that one but yea, I apologize and putting Ron in this chapter is one of my priorities. So, since Halloween is coming up I better get on with this. So here's chapter 4.
Tricks and Treats
Chapter 4
"Hermione, have you gone out of your mind?!"
Hermione's head shot up right away and looked straight into the eyes of her other red haired friend, Ron.
"Ron," she whispered, "this is a library."
"Hermione," Ron started again, sitting down across from his friend, "have you gone mad?"
"Quieter Ron," she whispered, not lifting her head from her book.
"Have you gone ballistic?" Ron finally whispered, so quietly that Hermione could hardly hear him.
"What have I done now Ron?"
"You know what you've done," he muttered harshly.
"No," she said blankly, "I don't."
"Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," Ron answered, sitting back and crossing his arms with a satisfied grin.
"Ron," Hermione replied, slamming her book down, "after you go and grow up, why don't you fill me in on what's wrong."
"Please tell me that you are not going to the Pumpkin Bash with Malfoy."
"What's wrong with that?" Hermione asked.
"It's Malfoy, that's what's wrong!" Ron replied, raising his voice and making other students turn to stare at him. "Oh, stop eavesdropping! People these days," he muttered, not realizing the dirty looks he was given.
"For your information, Ron," Hermione said in a controlive manner, "he apologized quite kindly for all the crap he's done in the past. He asked me quite nicely to go to the dance with him. And, he even called me Hermione. Not Mudblood, not Granger, but Hermione, my name. I took that as a sign of definite change in the guy."
"Hermione," Ron said, controlling his tone, "listen to me. Malfoy has been bad news from the start. He's one hell of a bastard and I heard those guys can be great actors too. I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I won't get hurt, Ron!" Hermione protested, standing up.
"You don't take Divination anymore, how would you know?"
"If you're the friend you think you are," she warned, "you'll let me take care of my own problems. And right now, I don't have any problems so please just mind your own business if you know what's good for you!"
With that, Hermione stormed out of the library, Ron glaring at her backside. Within moments she was out of sight and Ron sat back, dreading what was to come on Saturday night.
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"Should I put my hair up," Hermione said to her mirror image, holding her wavy hair on her head, "or down?" she asked, dropping her soft, chocolate locks.
"Up," Ginny's voice said from the door.
"You made it," Hermione sighed, turning to face her friend. "I was getting lost in a world of hair care, make up, and pedicures."
"You are the muggle you know," Ginny pointed out, "shouldn't you know more about that stuff than me?"
"You're talking to me about this Gin," Hermione answered, plopping down on her bed, "what do you think?"
"That's what I thought," Ginny replied, "so I brought these." She held up a large bag she was carrying and turned it over on top of the bed. Out fell more make up and hair care products Hermione had seen in any muggle mall in her life.
"Wow," Hermione muttered, her jaw dropping a bit, "what do we do with it?"
Ginny giggled.
"This is going to take a lot of work."
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"Do you see her yet?"
"Harry," Ron sighed, sitting in a large red armchair in front of the blazing fire, "you asked me that five minutes ago. For the hundredth time, no, I do not see Hermione coming down that stairs yet."
"Oh," Harry muttered, taking a seat in the chair across from his friend. Surprisingly Harry couldn't find a date and he had decided to play some quidditch instead of go to the Pumpkin Bash. "Do you think she likes him?" he asked suddenly.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked, turning to face his best friend. "No way Harry. Hermione is too good for him. She knows that, whether she'll admit it or not."
"If anything happens tonight I swear I'll.." and then Harry trailed off, staring deeply into the bright orange flames.
"You swear you'll do what?" Ron asked. Suddenly his face lit up and his jaw dropped. "Harry, you don't fancy Herm do you?"
"What?" Harry asked, taken aback. "Of course not you git. Herm is my friend. I don't want to see her get hurt that's all."
"The only way I'll get hurt this evening is if I break one of these heels," Hermione's voice said from the staircase.
Harry and Ron turned and both of their jaws dropped. Hermione looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing the skirt and shirt she had bought at Build the Castles of Your Dreams and Ginny had done a fantastic job on her hair and make up.
In fact, it didn't look like Hermione was wearing make up at all. Her face was light and creamy and her cheeks were the shade of a delicate pink. Her brown eyes were enhanced with a little mascara and a light pink shadow over her lids. Her lips had a light gloss over them that made them shine in the firelight. But her hair had to be the most stunning feature of all. Ginny had helped Hermione curl her hair and pinned it all up on her head, leaving a few strands curled in the front to frame her face. And to literally top that off, tiny pink roses had been placed about her head, making her look like a sweet, innocent rose.
"Fortunately," Hermione continued, walking towards her friends, "I was sure to cast a spell so that my heels won't break at all." A grin had come across her face and after a few moments of silence she began to blush. "I don't look that terrible do I?"
"No," Harry muttered, "you look, astonishing."
"Why thank you Harry," Hermione giggled, "Ginny is an artist."
"That is true," Ginny joked.
"Well Ron," Hermione said after a few more moments of awkward silence from the boys, "won't you accompany your sister and I down to the Entrance Hall. Parvati told me that Padma would be waiting for you there."
"Right," Ron answered, standing up and dusting himself off, "let's go ladies. He held out his arms and Ginny and Hermione both took one, the two trying hard not to laugh.
"Oh Harry," Hermione said, turning around one last time, "are you sure you don't want to go to the dance anyway? You can't celebrate Halloween alone, you know?"
"I'm sure I can manage," Harry replied, offering a small grin. Hermione returned it.
"Alright then, let's go."
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The Entrance Hall was full of anxious students, dressed to impress. But Hermione by far was the most impressive looking of all. Many people who hardly uttered a word to her before had complimented her outfit and even Pansy Parkinson had nothing harsh to say.
"I wonder where Draco is," Hermione muttered to Ginny as she stood in the center of the crowd.
"He'll be here shortly, don't worry," Ginny replied. "Oh, there's Seamus, gotta run. Have fun!" With that she left Hermione standing to fend for herself
"Were you talking about my Draco?" Pansy suddenly snarled at the two girls.
"I didn't know he was your property," Hermione answered sarcastically.
"Thank you for making me the center of your world ladies," a voice from behind drawled.
"Hello Draco," Hermione smiled brightly, turning to face her escort.
"Granger," Draco nodded to her presence and then turned to talk with some other Slytherin friends of his.
"Excuse me Draco," Hermione said, a little irritated this time.
"What do you want Granger?" Draco exclaimed, turning around with a scowl on his face.
"Well, nothing, I guess," Hermione stuttered, "it's just, they're beginning to let people into the Great Hall and I thought."
"Thought what?" Draco asked, getting up into her face. "That I would take you to this so-called dance? Don't you know who I am? I would never take a filthy, ugly, good for nothing, Mudblood to a dance."
Hermione stared at Draco, a look of total shock in her eyes.
"What's the matter Granger?" Pansy spoke up. "Draco is my property. He doesn't belong to a disgrace like you." Pansy then began to play with Hermione's sleeve. "I mean honestly," the witch ((not magic witch, other kind)) continued as she began to circle Hermione, "you are nothing but a piece of whiney, goody goody, smartass muggle trash!"
Before Hermione could get a word in, Pansy pulled on the sleeves of Hermione's beautiful shirt and tore them off so that shreads hung from the shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, hoping that no one would notice the tears that were begging to flow.
"Don't cry Granger," Draco added, stepping close to her, "at least your hair looks gorgeous." He pulled on it and more strands fell out, the once beautiful hair now looking thrashed. "Opps," Draco sniggered, "guess I was wrong. I'm rather surprised Granger. See, I thought you were smart enough to know that I wasn't serious. It was just a joke, a trick, a load of rubbish. You know, that kind of stuff. I guess hanging around with that thick headed Potter has rubbed off on you."
"Don't you dare talk about Harry that way," Hermione spoke up for the first time.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Draco asked, stepping so close to Hermione that their noses touched. "Tattle? Oh wait, you have a reputation to uphold. Well," he huffed, "not anymore." He picked at her hair once more until almost all of it had fallen down completely.
Hermione was crying silent tears but she held her head high and did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She slapped him. After that, she ran as fast as she could in her heels. She knew he would have been surprised at her action and that it had to have hurt him badly. She didn't bother to look. She ran outside the castle and all the way down to the lake. Finally, stopping to take a breath, she sat at the waters edge and began to cry, hoping that someone was there to comfort her.
*Yes, Yes. That's the end of the chapter. I don't like Draco much, couldn't you tell? Hermione actually did hit him hard so he'll end up with a swollen face soon. Anyway, I must go to bed, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. It's only getting better. Remember, plz be kind and R/R! Thanx! ~MtL
Summary: A Halloween dance is approaching and Harry and Herm are missing one thing.
A/N: Thanks for the reviews. If any of u read my other h/hr fic (I Luv U Came Too Late . . . . read it!) then u know that I like to twist things up. I only ask that u keep faith in me. One reviewer said that this is the best h/hr fic ever or something like that. Y thank u SOOOOO much! I truly appreciate that. I didn't think this was a super great story. The idea sortta popped in my head and I went with it. On another note, another reviewer mentioned that Ron really hasn't made an appearance. That is true. Why? I guess all I can say is that I never wrote him in. He's not in my other h/hr story but it's kindda good that he's not in that one but yea, I apologize and putting Ron in this chapter is one of my priorities. So, since Halloween is coming up I better get on with this. So here's chapter 4.
Tricks and Treats
Chapter 4
"Hermione, have you gone out of your mind?!"
Hermione's head shot up right away and looked straight into the eyes of her other red haired friend, Ron.
"Ron," she whispered, "this is a library."
"Hermione," Ron started again, sitting down across from his friend, "have you gone mad?"
"Quieter Ron," she whispered, not lifting her head from her book.
"Have you gone ballistic?" Ron finally whispered, so quietly that Hermione could hardly hear him.
"What have I done now Ron?"
"You know what you've done," he muttered harshly.
"No," she said blankly, "I don't."
"Well, if you don't know, I'm not going to tell you," Ron answered, sitting back and crossing his arms with a satisfied grin.
"Ron," Hermione replied, slamming her book down, "after you go and grow up, why don't you fill me in on what's wrong."
"Please tell me that you are not going to the Pumpkin Bash with Malfoy."
"What's wrong with that?" Hermione asked.
"It's Malfoy, that's what's wrong!" Ron replied, raising his voice and making other students turn to stare at him. "Oh, stop eavesdropping! People these days," he muttered, not realizing the dirty looks he was given.
"For your information, Ron," Hermione said in a controlive manner, "he apologized quite kindly for all the crap he's done in the past. He asked me quite nicely to go to the dance with him. And, he even called me Hermione. Not Mudblood, not Granger, but Hermione, my name. I took that as a sign of definite change in the guy."
"Hermione," Ron said, controlling his tone, "listen to me. Malfoy has been bad news from the start. He's one hell of a bastard and I heard those guys can be great actors too. I don't want to see you get hurt."
"I won't get hurt, Ron!" Hermione protested, standing up.
"You don't take Divination anymore, how would you know?"
"If you're the friend you think you are," she warned, "you'll let me take care of my own problems. And right now, I don't have any problems so please just mind your own business if you know what's good for you!"
With that, Hermione stormed out of the library, Ron glaring at her backside. Within moments she was out of sight and Ron sat back, dreading what was to come on Saturday night.
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"Should I put my hair up," Hermione said to her mirror image, holding her wavy hair on her head, "or down?" she asked, dropping her soft, chocolate locks.
"Up," Ginny's voice said from the door.
"You made it," Hermione sighed, turning to face her friend. "I was getting lost in a world of hair care, make up, and pedicures."
"You are the muggle you know," Ginny pointed out, "shouldn't you know more about that stuff than me?"
"You're talking to me about this Gin," Hermione answered, plopping down on her bed, "what do you think?"
"That's what I thought," Ginny replied, "so I brought these." She held up a large bag she was carrying and turned it over on top of the bed. Out fell more make up and hair care products Hermione had seen in any muggle mall in her life.
"Wow," Hermione muttered, her jaw dropping a bit, "what do we do with it?"
Ginny giggled.
"This is going to take a lot of work."
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"Do you see her yet?"
"Harry," Ron sighed, sitting in a large red armchair in front of the blazing fire, "you asked me that five minutes ago. For the hundredth time, no, I do not see Hermione coming down that stairs yet."
"Oh," Harry muttered, taking a seat in the chair across from his friend. Surprisingly Harry couldn't find a date and he had decided to play some quidditch instead of go to the Pumpkin Bash. "Do you think she likes him?" he asked suddenly.
"Malfoy?" Ron asked, turning to face his best friend. "No way Harry. Hermione is too good for him. She knows that, whether she'll admit it or not."
"If anything happens tonight I swear I'll.." and then Harry trailed off, staring deeply into the bright orange flames.
"You swear you'll do what?" Ron asked. Suddenly his face lit up and his jaw dropped. "Harry, you don't fancy Herm do you?"
"What?" Harry asked, taken aback. "Of course not you git. Herm is my friend. I don't want to see her get hurt that's all."
"The only way I'll get hurt this evening is if I break one of these heels," Hermione's voice said from the staircase.
Harry and Ron turned and both of their jaws dropped. Hermione looked absolutely stunning. She was wearing the skirt and shirt she had bought at Build the Castles of Your Dreams and Ginny had done a fantastic job on her hair and make up.
In fact, it didn't look like Hermione was wearing make up at all. Her face was light and creamy and her cheeks were the shade of a delicate pink. Her brown eyes were enhanced with a little mascara and a light pink shadow over her lids. Her lips had a light gloss over them that made them shine in the firelight. But her hair had to be the most stunning feature of all. Ginny had helped Hermione curl her hair and pinned it all up on her head, leaving a few strands curled in the front to frame her face. And to literally top that off, tiny pink roses had been placed about her head, making her look like a sweet, innocent rose.
"Fortunately," Hermione continued, walking towards her friends, "I was sure to cast a spell so that my heels won't break at all." A grin had come across her face and after a few moments of silence she began to blush. "I don't look that terrible do I?"
"No," Harry muttered, "you look, astonishing."
"Why thank you Harry," Hermione giggled, "Ginny is an artist."
"That is true," Ginny joked.
"Well Ron," Hermione said after a few more moments of awkward silence from the boys, "won't you accompany your sister and I down to the Entrance Hall. Parvati told me that Padma would be waiting for you there."
"Right," Ron answered, standing up and dusting himself off, "let's go ladies. He held out his arms and Ginny and Hermione both took one, the two trying hard not to laugh.
"Oh Harry," Hermione said, turning around one last time, "are you sure you don't want to go to the dance anyway? You can't celebrate Halloween alone, you know?"
"I'm sure I can manage," Harry replied, offering a small grin. Hermione returned it.
"Alright then, let's go."
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The Entrance Hall was full of anxious students, dressed to impress. But Hermione by far was the most impressive looking of all. Many people who hardly uttered a word to her before had complimented her outfit and even Pansy Parkinson had nothing harsh to say.
"I wonder where Draco is," Hermione muttered to Ginny as she stood in the center of the crowd.
"He'll be here shortly, don't worry," Ginny replied. "Oh, there's Seamus, gotta run. Have fun!" With that she left Hermione standing to fend for herself
"Were you talking about my Draco?" Pansy suddenly snarled at the two girls.
"I didn't know he was your property," Hermione answered sarcastically.
"Thank you for making me the center of your world ladies," a voice from behind drawled.
"Hello Draco," Hermione smiled brightly, turning to face her escort.
"Granger," Draco nodded to her presence and then turned to talk with some other Slytherin friends of his.
"Excuse me Draco," Hermione said, a little irritated this time.
"What do you want Granger?" Draco exclaimed, turning around with a scowl on his face.
"Well, nothing, I guess," Hermione stuttered, "it's just, they're beginning to let people into the Great Hall and I thought."
"Thought what?" Draco asked, getting up into her face. "That I would take you to this so-called dance? Don't you know who I am? I would never take a filthy, ugly, good for nothing, Mudblood to a dance."
Hermione stared at Draco, a look of total shock in her eyes.
"What's the matter Granger?" Pansy spoke up. "Draco is my property. He doesn't belong to a disgrace like you." Pansy then began to play with Hermione's sleeve. "I mean honestly," the witch ((not magic witch, other kind)) continued as she began to circle Hermione, "you are nothing but a piece of whiney, goody goody, smartass muggle trash!"
Before Hermione could get a word in, Pansy pulled on the sleeves of Hermione's beautiful shirt and tore them off so that shreads hung from the shoulder. Hermione closed her eyes tightly, hoping that no one would notice the tears that were begging to flow.
"Don't cry Granger," Draco added, stepping close to her, "at least your hair looks gorgeous." He pulled on it and more strands fell out, the once beautiful hair now looking thrashed. "Opps," Draco sniggered, "guess I was wrong. I'm rather surprised Granger. See, I thought you were smart enough to know that I wasn't serious. It was just a joke, a trick, a load of rubbish. You know, that kind of stuff. I guess hanging around with that thick headed Potter has rubbed off on you."
"Don't you dare talk about Harry that way," Hermione spoke up for the first time.
"And what are you going to do about it?" Draco asked, stepping so close to Hermione that their noses touched. "Tattle? Oh wait, you have a reputation to uphold. Well," he huffed, "not anymore." He picked at her hair once more until almost all of it had fallen down completely.
Hermione was crying silent tears but she held her head high and did the only thing she could think of at the moment. She slapped him. After that, she ran as fast as she could in her heels. She knew he would have been surprised at her action and that it had to have hurt him badly. She didn't bother to look. She ran outside the castle and all the way down to the lake. Finally, stopping to take a breath, she sat at the waters edge and began to cry, hoping that someone was there to comfort her.
*Yes, Yes. That's the end of the chapter. I don't like Draco much, couldn't you tell? Hermione actually did hit him hard so he'll end up with a swollen face soon. Anyway, I must go to bed, I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did writing it. It's only getting better. Remember, plz be kind and R/R! Thanx! ~MtL