Chapter 3
More Surprises
"Today's lesson, in honor of Dumbledor's ridiculous new policy, is a Fasinious Potion. This potion can change hair color, clothing color, and nail polish color without smudge or fail. I highly recommend this potion to you, Mr. Potter.", sneered Snape, glaring at Harry's black nail polish.
The class burst into laughter, and however embarrassed Harry was on the inside, he kept his cool.
The rest of potions class had gone the same way, Snape busting on his every move and criticizing every piece of clothing he had on. At the end of the lesson, Harry noticed that Hermione and Ron didn't wait for him to walk to the next class, and it was like that all day. Harry was alone, and even his best friends weren't there to console him. Never had he felt so rotten.
That night, Harry sat in the common room alone, gazing blankly into the fireplace. The sound of footsteps caused Harry to turn around. He saw Hermione approaching him slowly.
"Harry? Can I talk to you for a moment?", she whispered.
"Sure."
Hermione sat on the opposite end of the couch Harry was sitting on, "Harry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you like that."
"Why did you?", Harry asked, even though he already had her answer in mind.
"Because, well, I was afraid you would be mad at me for the way I acted when you walked into the Great Hall this morning. I tried not to faint, I really did."
"You mean, the reason isn't because of the way I'm dressed? You thought I would be mad at you?"
"Yeah, I really like the way you dress. It suits you."
"Really?", said Harry, now blushing uncontrollably.
"Really. In fact, it kind of makes you look."
"Look what?"
"Never mind, you'll think I'm being silly."
Before Harry could say another word, Hermione got up and ran up the stairs to her dormitory.
"Hermione, come back!", Harry yelled after her, but she had already shut the door. Harry sighed and smiled to himself. He felt the heat that still lingered on his cheeks, causing them to be red instead of pale white.
The next morning, Harry sat at the Gryffindor table near the end where there weren't many people. He noticed that Hermione wasn't at breakfast. He thought too soon.
Hermione strode over to the table in a black T-shirt and jeans and spikes. But the most noticeable change was her hair. It was dyed blood-red and straightened. Her skin was almost pure white, and her eyes were outlined in black pencil. She took a seat next to Harry and filled her plate with food.
"Hi Harry.", she said coolly.
"Hi.", was all Harry managed to say. He then was able to summon up some courage and keep his cool, "You look.cool."
"Thanks, you too. I really like those pants, I think I'll get myself a pair of them."
The rest of the day went perfectly well. Harry no longer felt like an outcast. He was still being made fun of and he knew it. He knew now that he had one person left who still cared about him, no matter what he wore. But the most of it all was yet to come. **What do you think? I'll start the next chapter as soon as possible. And remember, DON"T DIS THE GOTHS! YOU DIS US, WE DIS YOU***
"Today's lesson, in honor of Dumbledor's ridiculous new policy, is a Fasinious Potion. This potion can change hair color, clothing color, and nail polish color without smudge or fail. I highly recommend this potion to you, Mr. Potter.", sneered Snape, glaring at Harry's black nail polish.
The class burst into laughter, and however embarrassed Harry was on the inside, he kept his cool.
The rest of potions class had gone the same way, Snape busting on his every move and criticizing every piece of clothing he had on. At the end of the lesson, Harry noticed that Hermione and Ron didn't wait for him to walk to the next class, and it was like that all day. Harry was alone, and even his best friends weren't there to console him. Never had he felt so rotten.
That night, Harry sat in the common room alone, gazing blankly into the fireplace. The sound of footsteps caused Harry to turn around. He saw Hermione approaching him slowly.
"Harry? Can I talk to you for a moment?", she whispered.
"Sure."
Hermione sat on the opposite end of the couch Harry was sitting on, "Harry, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have ignored you like that."
"Why did you?", Harry asked, even though he already had her answer in mind.
"Because, well, I was afraid you would be mad at me for the way I acted when you walked into the Great Hall this morning. I tried not to faint, I really did."
"You mean, the reason isn't because of the way I'm dressed? You thought I would be mad at you?"
"Yeah, I really like the way you dress. It suits you."
"Really?", said Harry, now blushing uncontrollably.
"Really. In fact, it kind of makes you look."
"Look what?"
"Never mind, you'll think I'm being silly."
Before Harry could say another word, Hermione got up and ran up the stairs to her dormitory.
"Hermione, come back!", Harry yelled after her, but she had already shut the door. Harry sighed and smiled to himself. He felt the heat that still lingered on his cheeks, causing them to be red instead of pale white.
The next morning, Harry sat at the Gryffindor table near the end where there weren't many people. He noticed that Hermione wasn't at breakfast. He thought too soon.
Hermione strode over to the table in a black T-shirt and jeans and spikes. But the most noticeable change was her hair. It was dyed blood-red and straightened. Her skin was almost pure white, and her eyes were outlined in black pencil. She took a seat next to Harry and filled her plate with food.
"Hi Harry.", she said coolly.
"Hi.", was all Harry managed to say. He then was able to summon up some courage and keep his cool, "You look.cool."
"Thanks, you too. I really like those pants, I think I'll get myself a pair of them."
The rest of the day went perfectly well. Harry no longer felt like an outcast. He was still being made fun of and he knew it. He knew now that he had one person left who still cared about him, no matter what he wore. But the most of it all was yet to come. **What do you think? I'll start the next chapter as soon as possible. And remember, DON"T DIS THE GOTHS! YOU DIS US, WE DIS YOU***