Whoop! I can't believe I'm actually getting out a 2nd chapter. I'm so lazy,
so if all my stories take long to update I apologize. But school's over in
like, 16 days or something, so I'll have more time. Yipee!
Chapter 2- - -
"Look, Hermione, this is the only way." Parvati said, pulling Hermione's hair out of its clips.
Hermione scrunched up her nose, feeling weighted down by the make- up covering her face. Normally, you wouldn't even think Hermione cared for make- up, but at the moment she had a soft pink eye shadow with a little black eye liner on her bottom eye-lid. Her lip- gloss shimmered when light passed over her, and her naturally tanned cheeks had a pink blush completing her look.
"I know you're tired of Lavender spending all her time with Ron, but why do I have to go this far to improve my looks?" Hermione complained as Pavarti magically toned down the frizziness in her hair.
"Hermione, stop complaining. You've lost your boyfriend, and I feel like I'm losing my best friend. She doesn't spend any time with me anymore, and I'm sick of it."
"But why- -" Hermione began again.
"Because this is how you'll catch his attention." Pavarti interrupted quickly, causing Hermione to scowl. Then suddenly, she smiled. "And when we bring another guy into the picture." She trailed off, raising her eyebrows.
Hermione had come to Pavarti Patil for a sure fire hit way to win Ron back. Even if it meant she had to suffer through make- up, and a slightly modernized hairdo. But what really made Hermione think twice about getting help, was the fact that Pavarti thought she needed to get a new boyfriend, not to mention, flaunt him in front of Ron.
Yet, why would he notice when a blonde's all over him, Hermione thought bitterly to herself, he'd have all his attention on her!
"Sorry to break it to you Pavarti, but I've had two, three at most, boyfriends in my life, and one of them was when I was in 3rd grade!" Hermione propped her chin on her hand, and sullenly looked around her bedroom.
Pavarti sighed. "Quit being so negative, smile, look happy. Maybe people will actually come near you. You must admit, you're kind of scary when you have all those books surrounding you. And short- tempered-"
"Okay, okay. Sheesh." There was a short pause.
"Yeah well, I don't have much experience as you see, and I can't "attract" guys considering I'm not pretty, I don't have breasts, I can't flirt, and finally, I just CAN'T get any guy I want like you can!" Hermione's outburst surprised Pavarti into dropping her wand.
"Just give it a chance Hermione. It'll work, trust me." Parvati picked up her wand, and began working on Hermione's light brown curls.
"Yeah, like hell it will." Hermione muttered sarcastically.
"Done!" Parvati smiled, finally allowing Hermione to turn around. "You look great."
Hermione nodded, still slightly uncomfortable by the absent of frizz that surrounded her face. Her hair was still very long, and extremely curly, and that was good enough for Pavarti. Hermione, still surprised by how nice her hair looked, swished it around a bit.
"I'm guessing you like it then?" Parvati asked, grinning. "You're hair is really pretty."
"Yeah," Hermione mumbled. "So. What now?"
"A guy."
"How about no. Look, this will never work. I'm telling you."
"Hermione, shut up already!" Pavarti's laughed, clearly annoyed. "You're going to have to understand that I know what I'm doing."
"Doubt it." Hermione's face showed a sneer that could clearly compete with the famous Draco Malfoy sneer any day.
"Just come on." Pavarti pulled Hermione up, and dragged her out of the dorm.
"Where are we going?"
"To find the right guy." Pavarti smiled mischievously.
- -
"Hey Hermione," Harry smiled, and moved over for both of the girls. He gave Hermione a second glance. "Did you do something different today."
"Uh, just a little with my hair." Hermione blushed self- consciously.
"Oh." He said simply, then returned to his game.
The Gryffindor decorated common room seemed over-filled with 1st- 7th year students walking from place to place, and conversing with other house members. Hermione sat down at a couch where Harry and Ron were playing a game, which was, of course, Wizarding Chess. By the looks of it, Ron was once again winning.
"Hey Hermione, Pavarti." Ron grinned at both, receiving a forced smile from Hermione.
"Hi," she said weakly, and then focused her attention on Pavarti, who was currently scanning the room. "What are you doing?"
"Looking." She whispered simply.
"For what?"
"What do you think?" Pavarti gave Hermione a weird look. "We've only been talking about this for maybe an hour."
Hermione shrugged, then leaned back in her seat.
Seamus, Dean, and Colin passed by, with Pavarti giving an appraising look, then a whispered "No" at each one.
Thank the lord, Hermione thought to herself.
Half an hour later, Hermione was getting restless. Harry and Ron had long since finished their Chess game, and were now talking with a few other people. Most likely about Quidditch or some other muggle sport that they're trying to help Ron understand. Hermione sighed and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Pavarti asked, looking suspiciously at Hermione's retreating back.
"Ladies room." Hermione called over her shoulder, and continued on her way.
After using her dorm's restroom, Hermione walked back down the stairs, taking her time. If only Pavarti knew how much pain she's putting me through, she thought bitterly, feeling her hair, then she would realize I cannot make Ron jealous.
She peered around a corner and looked into the Common Room. Just look at them, they're having three times as much fun as Ron had with me. She could hear Ron's throaty laugh, and Lavender's high-pitched giggle.
Pulling up as much dignity that she could, Hermione made her way back to Pavarti. In her haste to avoid other students, she tripped over a pillow, crashing into someone on her way down.
"Ow!" A muffled voice came from under her. Oliver Wood peered up at her. "Um, hello there."
Hermione blushed a dark red. "Uh." She stuttered.
Oliver grinned, in spite of her embarrassment, then gave her a strange look. "So, would you mind getting off of me? You're kind of squishing- -"
"Oh!" Hermione blushed even more, if it was possible, and hurriedly got off of him. She held a hand down to help him up, and he gratefully took it.
"So." Oliver gave her another strange look. "You should play that muggle sport. Uhh." He seemed to be searching for the word. "Oh yeah, wrestling! You pinned me awfully well." He smiled, showing her he was teasing her.
She shook her head a little, and grinned back. "Yeah, I did didn't I?"
"I could take you any day."
"Yeah right."
Oliver smiled again. "Well, we'll have to see about that later, but right now, I have Quidditch practice to attend." He turned around, towards the Common Room. "Hey Harry, it's time to go!"
"All right. Be there in a sec." He called back. Him and Ron soon left the Room.
"Well, see you later Herm, maybe I'll, uh, run into you later." He winked, and strolled out of the portrait door.
Hermione shook her head, and safely approached Pavarti, whose eyes were very big.
"That's him." She almost yelled.
"What? Who?" Hermione looked at her, confused.
"I found the perfect guy for you to." She paused. "Entrance with your beauty."
"Ha! The only problem is I have no beauty." Hermione sat, and sank into a couch.
"No, no. This is perfect. He's really cute, nice, smart, and did I mention cute?" Pavarti babbled on.
"Yes, you mentioned cute!" Hermione said exasperated.
"I'm just trying to put you in the right mood." Pavarti began talking a little too much again.
"Who?" Hermione exclaimed, becoming increasingly annoyed with her friend.
"Oliver Wood."
"What? That's crazy." Hermione seemed relived, because he WAS cute, smart, and nice, so there was no chance she'd ever accomplish her goal.
"No it's not. Nothing's impossible."
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Kind of bad I must say. This chapter stinks. Worse than poop. Oh well, hopefully the next one's will be better! Review! Purdy please?
Chapter 2- - -
"Look, Hermione, this is the only way." Parvati said, pulling Hermione's hair out of its clips.
Hermione scrunched up her nose, feeling weighted down by the make- up covering her face. Normally, you wouldn't even think Hermione cared for make- up, but at the moment she had a soft pink eye shadow with a little black eye liner on her bottom eye-lid. Her lip- gloss shimmered when light passed over her, and her naturally tanned cheeks had a pink blush completing her look.
"I know you're tired of Lavender spending all her time with Ron, but why do I have to go this far to improve my looks?" Hermione complained as Pavarti magically toned down the frizziness in her hair.
"Hermione, stop complaining. You've lost your boyfriend, and I feel like I'm losing my best friend. She doesn't spend any time with me anymore, and I'm sick of it."
"But why- -" Hermione began again.
"Because this is how you'll catch his attention." Pavarti interrupted quickly, causing Hermione to scowl. Then suddenly, she smiled. "And when we bring another guy into the picture." She trailed off, raising her eyebrows.
Hermione had come to Pavarti Patil for a sure fire hit way to win Ron back. Even if it meant she had to suffer through make- up, and a slightly modernized hairdo. But what really made Hermione think twice about getting help, was the fact that Pavarti thought she needed to get a new boyfriend, not to mention, flaunt him in front of Ron.
Yet, why would he notice when a blonde's all over him, Hermione thought bitterly to herself, he'd have all his attention on her!
"Sorry to break it to you Pavarti, but I've had two, three at most, boyfriends in my life, and one of them was when I was in 3rd grade!" Hermione propped her chin on her hand, and sullenly looked around her bedroom.
Pavarti sighed. "Quit being so negative, smile, look happy. Maybe people will actually come near you. You must admit, you're kind of scary when you have all those books surrounding you. And short- tempered-"
"Okay, okay. Sheesh." There was a short pause.
"Yeah well, I don't have much experience as you see, and I can't "attract" guys considering I'm not pretty, I don't have breasts, I can't flirt, and finally, I just CAN'T get any guy I want like you can!" Hermione's outburst surprised Pavarti into dropping her wand.
"Just give it a chance Hermione. It'll work, trust me." Parvati picked up her wand, and began working on Hermione's light brown curls.
"Yeah, like hell it will." Hermione muttered sarcastically.
"Done!" Parvati smiled, finally allowing Hermione to turn around. "You look great."
Hermione nodded, still slightly uncomfortable by the absent of frizz that surrounded her face. Her hair was still very long, and extremely curly, and that was good enough for Pavarti. Hermione, still surprised by how nice her hair looked, swished it around a bit.
"I'm guessing you like it then?" Parvati asked, grinning. "You're hair is really pretty."
"Yeah," Hermione mumbled. "So. What now?"
"A guy."
"How about no. Look, this will never work. I'm telling you."
"Hermione, shut up already!" Pavarti's laughed, clearly annoyed. "You're going to have to understand that I know what I'm doing."
"Doubt it." Hermione's face showed a sneer that could clearly compete with the famous Draco Malfoy sneer any day.
"Just come on." Pavarti pulled Hermione up, and dragged her out of the dorm.
"Where are we going?"
"To find the right guy." Pavarti smiled mischievously.
- -
"Hey Hermione," Harry smiled, and moved over for both of the girls. He gave Hermione a second glance. "Did you do something different today."
"Uh, just a little with my hair." Hermione blushed self- consciously.
"Oh." He said simply, then returned to his game.
The Gryffindor decorated common room seemed over-filled with 1st- 7th year students walking from place to place, and conversing with other house members. Hermione sat down at a couch where Harry and Ron were playing a game, which was, of course, Wizarding Chess. By the looks of it, Ron was once again winning.
"Hey Hermione, Pavarti." Ron grinned at both, receiving a forced smile from Hermione.
"Hi," she said weakly, and then focused her attention on Pavarti, who was currently scanning the room. "What are you doing?"
"Looking." She whispered simply.
"For what?"
"What do you think?" Pavarti gave Hermione a weird look. "We've only been talking about this for maybe an hour."
Hermione shrugged, then leaned back in her seat.
Seamus, Dean, and Colin passed by, with Pavarti giving an appraising look, then a whispered "No" at each one.
Thank the lord, Hermione thought to herself.
Half an hour later, Hermione was getting restless. Harry and Ron had long since finished their Chess game, and were now talking with a few other people. Most likely about Quidditch or some other muggle sport that they're trying to help Ron understand. Hermione sighed and stood up.
"Where are you going?" Pavarti asked, looking suspiciously at Hermione's retreating back.
"Ladies room." Hermione called over her shoulder, and continued on her way.
After using her dorm's restroom, Hermione walked back down the stairs, taking her time. If only Pavarti knew how much pain she's putting me through, she thought bitterly, feeling her hair, then she would realize I cannot make Ron jealous.
She peered around a corner and looked into the Common Room. Just look at them, they're having three times as much fun as Ron had with me. She could hear Ron's throaty laugh, and Lavender's high-pitched giggle.
Pulling up as much dignity that she could, Hermione made her way back to Pavarti. In her haste to avoid other students, she tripped over a pillow, crashing into someone on her way down.
"Ow!" A muffled voice came from under her. Oliver Wood peered up at her. "Um, hello there."
Hermione blushed a dark red. "Uh." She stuttered.
Oliver grinned, in spite of her embarrassment, then gave her a strange look. "So, would you mind getting off of me? You're kind of squishing- -"
"Oh!" Hermione blushed even more, if it was possible, and hurriedly got off of him. She held a hand down to help him up, and he gratefully took it.
"So." Oliver gave her another strange look. "You should play that muggle sport. Uhh." He seemed to be searching for the word. "Oh yeah, wrestling! You pinned me awfully well." He smiled, showing her he was teasing her.
She shook her head a little, and grinned back. "Yeah, I did didn't I?"
"I could take you any day."
"Yeah right."
Oliver smiled again. "Well, we'll have to see about that later, but right now, I have Quidditch practice to attend." He turned around, towards the Common Room. "Hey Harry, it's time to go!"
"All right. Be there in a sec." He called back. Him and Ron soon left the Room.
"Well, see you later Herm, maybe I'll, uh, run into you later." He winked, and strolled out of the portrait door.
Hermione shook her head, and safely approached Pavarti, whose eyes were very big.
"That's him." She almost yelled.
"What? Who?" Hermione looked at her, confused.
"I found the perfect guy for you to." She paused. "Entrance with your beauty."
"Ha! The only problem is I have no beauty." Hermione sat, and sank into a couch.
"No, no. This is perfect. He's really cute, nice, smart, and did I mention cute?" Pavarti babbled on.
"Yes, you mentioned cute!" Hermione said exasperated.
"I'm just trying to put you in the right mood." Pavarti began talking a little too much again.
"Who?" Hermione exclaimed, becoming increasingly annoyed with her friend.
"Oliver Wood."
"What? That's crazy." Hermione seemed relived, because he WAS cute, smart, and nice, so there was no chance she'd ever accomplish her goal.
"No it's not. Nothing's impossible."
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Kind of bad I must say. This chapter stinks. Worse than poop. Oh well, hopefully the next one's will be better! Review! Purdy please?