Author's note- Hello, Everyone! I've got a couple of sonfics out right now.
The first one's called Harry's Lady in red (Or just Lady in Red, I'm not
quite sure) and the second one is called Drops of Jupiter. They relate to
my story a little and the first one is just a more intense scene of the
chapter I'm writing right now!
Ginny woke to someone shaking her awake.
"Hmmmm," she grumbled, opening one eye. Hermione was standing over her, shaking her shoulder abruptly.
"Wake up, sleepy head! It's already nine o'clock!" Hermione said cheerfully. "Everyone's already out of my dorm so we'll have it all to ourselves!"
"Hermione, the trip isn't until three!" Ginny moaned.
"First you've got to eat," said Hermione, stuffing some toast in Ginny's mouth forcefully. "Then, We've got to go through the whole book of advanced beauty spells."
Ginny swallowed her food as Hermione threw a huge pink book on the front of the bed. She grabbed onto her legs as though afraid the book would eat them.
"Are you mad? You can't expect me to sit around for six hours while you put spell after spell on me, can you?" Ginny said.
"I can and I will," Said Hermione simply. Ginny sighed.
"Fine, then. I'm desperate."
* * *
When the full makeover was nearing an end, Ginny looked up from her shining pink nails into the mirror. Her face was covered in hardening green goo that Hermione had applied with the tip of her wand half an hour earlier.
"It's supposed to tan your ace and dull your freckles," she had said.
"When do you take this thing off?" Ginny muttered with difficulty; the mask held her face in the same position making it hard to move it.
"In about five minutes," said Hermione, checking the book.
Ginny was beginning to grow anxious- they left for Hogsmeade in fifteen minutes and she wasn't even dressed yet.
"Don't worry, you'll be there in time," said Hermione, reading Ginny's mind. Ginny let out a sigh through her clenched, whitened teeth.
Ridged and sore, Ginny had been sitting upright in the chair for the past six hours, Hermione buzzing around her doing spell after spell and muttering Latin words under her breath.
After a few tense minutes, Hermione checked her watch once again.
"Okay, It's time to take the mask off."
* * *
"What if she's at Hogsmeade?" Ron asked nervously.
He was, like he had so many times before, pining over the lost girl in his dormitory.
"Ron, get a hold of yourself!" said Harry, putting down the magazine he was reading called "Broom Obsessions." "She's not going to be there!" Harry knew for a fact that this was a lie; in fact, Harry would be sitting right next to her.
"I just wish I knew who she was- She must be an angel," Ron said dreamily. Harry snorted. If Ron knew who he was talking about-
Harry was suddenly struck with a malicious idea. Now that Ron's cold was cured (Hermione had finally convinced him to go to the hospital wing), he would have no trouble finding out who the girl was.
"Why don't you just go into the girl's dormitories if you're so desperate?" Harry said. Ron looked at him like he was utterly insane.
"Are you crazy? I can't go in there!" Ron said.
"Well then," Harry said casually. "I guess you'll never know who your true love is then!" That cracked him.
"I- You think I could get away with it? - Well- Maybe-" Ron argued.
"JUST GO!" Harry shouted.
Ron sprinted out the door and up to the girl's dormitory door, his heart beating madly.
* * *
"Ouch!" Ginny squealed as Hermione dug her nails into the side of the mask.
"It'll be over soon," Hermione said. The mask gave way and Ginny scrunched up her face in pain, making the mask crack.
"Don't do that! It'll only make it worse!" Hermione scolded.
But both their thoughts were broken when the door to the dormitory flew open. Instinctively, Hermione wheeled Ginny's chair around to face the wall and covered her head with a towel.
She herself flopped on her bed spread-eagle as Ron bustled over to the first bed in the row as if they weren't even there.
Hermione shook herself from her state of shock. "RON!" She screamed. Ron continued- it looked very much like sniffing- each of the beds. "WHAT IN SATAN'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Ron answered her, though not discontinuing his sniffing.
"Smelling," he said simply.
The blood rushed from Hermione's face leaving her frail and pale (hey, that rhymes!). Ron had gone down to the hospital.
"For what?" she asked shakily, though she knew quite well already.
"That- angel- that came into my dorm last month," said Ron.
The color reappeared in Hermione's cheeks as she blushed furiously and smiled, flattered at his comment.
"You- You really think I- SHE is an angel?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Well, yeah! What else could she be?" Ron asked.
As Ron neared her bed, the color once again rushed out of Hermione's face. She jumped up and out of her bed, guarding it from Ron. Ginny was utterly bewildered.
"Hermione, I'm pretty sure it wasn't You who was in my dorm- Imagine That! But- just to be sure-" Ron joked. Hermione laughed nervously but did not move.
Hermione thought quickly.
"Oh, Ron- I almost forgot to tell you- I think that Sabrina- You know, the blond haired sixth year?- has the perfume you've been describing." Ron didn't even listen to all that she had to say. He was out the door in a mili-second.
"What was THAT all about?" Ginny asked curiously.
Hermione heaved a great breath.
"Well, You might as well know," Hermione said. She went on to explain the whole story in a short summary- after all, they only had a few minutes before the carriage left for Hogsmeade.
As she finished the story, Ginny broke out into an unstoppable giggle fit. Hermione shot daggered at her with her large , cinnamon-brown eyes.
"It's not funny!" she said, frustrated. Ginny snorted loudly.
"Oh, no! My brother falling in love with a SMELL isn't funny at all! No, No!" Ginny said sarcastically. Hermione glared at her.
"Shut up!" Hermione snapped, ripping the rest of the mask from her face painfully. "Just get ready and I'll meet you down stairs."
Hermione closed the door on her way out of her dormitory, leaving Ginny alone. She looked into the mirror and nearly fainted from surprise.
Was this her? Yes, it was, but the only way she could tell was from her hair, and that was filled with brand new, large streaks of blond and full of waves that gave it large amounts of body. Her face was an intense shade of peaches n' cream, and her freckled were no more. Her smile was bright with surrounded by sparkling pink lips.
Her eyes were outlined with long, dark eyelashes and the color of her eyes had been enhanced at least a hundred times. Her ears were laced with sterling silver, dangling ear pieces that shined in the new sun.
She finally realized how long she had been staring at herself and tore her eyes from the mirror, clothing herself in her new, elegant dress robes and necklace.
* * *
Ron spun his bar side chair around and around like a small child as Hermione beside him with disapproval. He had obviously had a few too many butterbeers.
"The-monkey-goes-QUACK!" Ron said as he spun his chair for every word. He gave a loud belch and stopped spinning abruptly by grabbing onto the bar. He wobbled in his chair for a moment and fell with a great THUMP! To the floor.
Hermione, who's look of disapproval had vanished, was now stifling laughs; both of them knew that butterbeer contained no alcohol but a stupidity serum that made the drinker intoxified, yet still healthy.
Ron's hand waved feebly from the floor.
"Waitress-person-lady-man! More-Hic-beerbutter pleases!"
Madame Rosmerta ignored him. Harry began to wonder if Ginny was coming. They had been waiting for at least an hour and there was no sign of her anywhere.
He picked up his own mug of butterbeer and put it to his mouth.
"Cheers," he said. But the warm liquid never found the inside of Harry's mouth. At that moment, Ginny Weasly stepped into the doorway of the three broomsticks looking utterly magnificent and Harry threw the drink over his shoulder accidentally splattering it all over the table behind him.
He took no notice of the shouting bald man behind him as Ginny walked- no, floated- over to the intoxicated Ron, the smiling Hermione, and the bedazzled Harry.
She smiled brilliantly at Harry. The music stopped playing and every face turned towards Ginny as her flowing voice met their ears.
"Hello, Harry."
A/N- Okay, so this chapter wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, but I'm getting there.
Ginny woke to someone shaking her awake.
"Hmmmm," she grumbled, opening one eye. Hermione was standing over her, shaking her shoulder abruptly.
"Wake up, sleepy head! It's already nine o'clock!" Hermione said cheerfully. "Everyone's already out of my dorm so we'll have it all to ourselves!"
"Hermione, the trip isn't until three!" Ginny moaned.
"First you've got to eat," said Hermione, stuffing some toast in Ginny's mouth forcefully. "Then, We've got to go through the whole book of advanced beauty spells."
Ginny swallowed her food as Hermione threw a huge pink book on the front of the bed. She grabbed onto her legs as though afraid the book would eat them.
"Are you mad? You can't expect me to sit around for six hours while you put spell after spell on me, can you?" Ginny said.
"I can and I will," Said Hermione simply. Ginny sighed.
"Fine, then. I'm desperate."
* * *
When the full makeover was nearing an end, Ginny looked up from her shining pink nails into the mirror. Her face was covered in hardening green goo that Hermione had applied with the tip of her wand half an hour earlier.
"It's supposed to tan your ace and dull your freckles," she had said.
"When do you take this thing off?" Ginny muttered with difficulty; the mask held her face in the same position making it hard to move it.
"In about five minutes," said Hermione, checking the book.
Ginny was beginning to grow anxious- they left for Hogsmeade in fifteen minutes and she wasn't even dressed yet.
"Don't worry, you'll be there in time," said Hermione, reading Ginny's mind. Ginny let out a sigh through her clenched, whitened teeth.
Ridged and sore, Ginny had been sitting upright in the chair for the past six hours, Hermione buzzing around her doing spell after spell and muttering Latin words under her breath.
After a few tense minutes, Hermione checked her watch once again.
"Okay, It's time to take the mask off."
* * *
"What if she's at Hogsmeade?" Ron asked nervously.
He was, like he had so many times before, pining over the lost girl in his dormitory.
"Ron, get a hold of yourself!" said Harry, putting down the magazine he was reading called "Broom Obsessions." "She's not going to be there!" Harry knew for a fact that this was a lie; in fact, Harry would be sitting right next to her.
"I just wish I knew who she was- She must be an angel," Ron said dreamily. Harry snorted. If Ron knew who he was talking about-
Harry was suddenly struck with a malicious idea. Now that Ron's cold was cured (Hermione had finally convinced him to go to the hospital wing), he would have no trouble finding out who the girl was.
"Why don't you just go into the girl's dormitories if you're so desperate?" Harry said. Ron looked at him like he was utterly insane.
"Are you crazy? I can't go in there!" Ron said.
"Well then," Harry said casually. "I guess you'll never know who your true love is then!" That cracked him.
"I- You think I could get away with it? - Well- Maybe-" Ron argued.
"JUST GO!" Harry shouted.
Ron sprinted out the door and up to the girl's dormitory door, his heart beating madly.
* * *
"Ouch!" Ginny squealed as Hermione dug her nails into the side of the mask.
"It'll be over soon," Hermione said. The mask gave way and Ginny scrunched up her face in pain, making the mask crack.
"Don't do that! It'll only make it worse!" Hermione scolded.
But both their thoughts were broken when the door to the dormitory flew open. Instinctively, Hermione wheeled Ginny's chair around to face the wall and covered her head with a towel.
She herself flopped on her bed spread-eagle as Ron bustled over to the first bed in the row as if they weren't even there.
Hermione shook herself from her state of shock. "RON!" She screamed. Ron continued- it looked very much like sniffing- each of the beds. "WHAT IN SATAN'S NAME DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?"
Ron answered her, though not discontinuing his sniffing.
"Smelling," he said simply.
The blood rushed from Hermione's face leaving her frail and pale (hey, that rhymes!). Ron had gone down to the hospital.
"For what?" she asked shakily, though she knew quite well already.
"That- angel- that came into my dorm last month," said Ron.
The color reappeared in Hermione's cheeks as she blushed furiously and smiled, flattered at his comment.
"You- You really think I- SHE is an angel?" Hermione asked quietly.
"Well, yeah! What else could she be?" Ron asked.
As Ron neared her bed, the color once again rushed out of Hermione's face. She jumped up and out of her bed, guarding it from Ron. Ginny was utterly bewildered.
"Hermione, I'm pretty sure it wasn't You who was in my dorm- Imagine That! But- just to be sure-" Ron joked. Hermione laughed nervously but did not move.
Hermione thought quickly.
"Oh, Ron- I almost forgot to tell you- I think that Sabrina- You know, the blond haired sixth year?- has the perfume you've been describing." Ron didn't even listen to all that she had to say. He was out the door in a mili-second.
"What was THAT all about?" Ginny asked curiously.
Hermione heaved a great breath.
"Well, You might as well know," Hermione said. She went on to explain the whole story in a short summary- after all, they only had a few minutes before the carriage left for Hogsmeade.
As she finished the story, Ginny broke out into an unstoppable giggle fit. Hermione shot daggered at her with her large , cinnamon-brown eyes.
"It's not funny!" she said, frustrated. Ginny snorted loudly.
"Oh, no! My brother falling in love with a SMELL isn't funny at all! No, No!" Ginny said sarcastically. Hermione glared at her.
"Shut up!" Hermione snapped, ripping the rest of the mask from her face painfully. "Just get ready and I'll meet you down stairs."
Hermione closed the door on her way out of her dormitory, leaving Ginny alone. She looked into the mirror and nearly fainted from surprise.
Was this her? Yes, it was, but the only way she could tell was from her hair, and that was filled with brand new, large streaks of blond and full of waves that gave it large amounts of body. Her face was an intense shade of peaches n' cream, and her freckled were no more. Her smile was bright with surrounded by sparkling pink lips.
Her eyes were outlined with long, dark eyelashes and the color of her eyes had been enhanced at least a hundred times. Her ears were laced with sterling silver, dangling ear pieces that shined in the new sun.
She finally realized how long she had been staring at herself and tore her eyes from the mirror, clothing herself in her new, elegant dress robes and necklace.
* * *
Ron spun his bar side chair around and around like a small child as Hermione beside him with disapproval. He had obviously had a few too many butterbeers.
"The-monkey-goes-QUACK!" Ron said as he spun his chair for every word. He gave a loud belch and stopped spinning abruptly by grabbing onto the bar. He wobbled in his chair for a moment and fell with a great THUMP! To the floor.
Hermione, who's look of disapproval had vanished, was now stifling laughs; both of them knew that butterbeer contained no alcohol but a stupidity serum that made the drinker intoxified, yet still healthy.
Ron's hand waved feebly from the floor.
"Waitress-person-lady-man! More-Hic-beerbutter pleases!"
Madame Rosmerta ignored him. Harry began to wonder if Ginny was coming. They had been waiting for at least an hour and there was no sign of her anywhere.
He picked up his own mug of butterbeer and put it to his mouth.
"Cheers," he said. But the warm liquid never found the inside of Harry's mouth. At that moment, Ginny Weasly stepped into the doorway of the three broomsticks looking utterly magnificent and Harry threw the drink over his shoulder accidentally splattering it all over the table behind him.
He took no notice of the shouting bald man behind him as Ginny walked- no, floated- over to the intoxicated Ron, the smiling Hermione, and the bedazzled Harry.
She smiled brilliantly at Harry. The music stopped playing and every face turned towards Ginny as her flowing voice met their ears.
"Hello, Harry."
A/N- Okay, so this chapter wasn't as long as I wanted it to be, but I'm getting there.