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A/N: Wow, I got my first review, I think that I'll wet myself now... No! Just kidding (I think...). Anyway, when I figure out how to update chapters, I will, and special thanks to you, reviewer number one!
Diclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, It all belongs to the magnificent J.K. Rowling. (Does a person who just wrote that she was going to wet herself really sound like some one who could write like J.K. Rowling?)
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I was beside myself with embarrassment, not only had I made a fool of myself in front of Malfoy, but now the Transfirguration teacher wanted my head in a duffle bag!
"Hermiiiiiiione?" Ron annoyingly said, waving his hand in front of my face.
"What?!" I snapped.
"Geez, I just wanted to know what happened," he said with a smile that made me want to put his head in a duffle bag.
"If you must know, I was just insulted by none other than Mr. Malfoy hiself. It seems that I have reached a whole new level of low, considering I jumped right into it."
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"Do you see this?! This?!" I moved my hand up and down in front of myself. He nodded. "He did this. He transformed me, into this. And now he's being a total ass and won't admit that he did it!"
Ron laughed, making me feel very insecure. "Uhuh, sure Hermione."
"Oh sod off you great big prat! Forget it, I made it all up. Yeah, that's right. I made it all up!" I spun on my heel and walked against the flow of students that had been pushing me back. Neither Harry, nor Ron followed, to my relief. Who knows what I would have done if they had come too close and interrupted my current juju/ vibe.
"I can't believe them!" I muttered to myself.
"Talk to yourself much Granger?"
I spun around. "You!" I shrieked.
"I know, its me. I am irresistible," Malfoy said with another smirk.
"Irresistible my ass-"
"Actually," he said. He took a step backwards and placed his hand on his chin, observing me from a menial distance. "Your ass is-"
"Don't you say it," I angrily stated. "I am very- VERY pissed with you right now."
"Oh really? That's nice." He stepped forward again. "But anyway-" He stopped suddenly as if he was going to be sick. He pirroetted across the hall and turned and spun like frickin' ballerina on crack. I watched skeptically.
"You, are in very, very beeeg trouble," he said in a french accent again. "I thought zat I told you to look beautiful, not like zis!" He flailed his arms wildly. "What is zis drab that you wear? Pleh, it iz horrible, like those filthy Americans. Ppp-plu- I spit on them!"
"Malfoy, cut the crap. This was so twenty four hours ago," I tapped my foot impatiently.
"Who iz zis Malfoy you speak of? I am Pierre- Pierre Montague, at your serveez," he slurred. My brainding was telling me that one of us was obviously drunk, and I hoped to god that it was me.
"Now, take zis and use zem well-" he said. He handed me a bag. "Go now, and change, before I shoot myself, out of looking at zat ugly outfit. Go, go, go go," he ushered.
I ran in the opposite direction with the duffle bag. Up the stairs, I strode, avoiding the glares of several ghosts when I walked through them. "Sorry," I managed to yell behind me. I didn't stop moving until I reached the common room.
Hurriedly I slammed the bag on the bed, smiling at the satisfying 'crunch' sound that came of it. I unzipped it carefully. Inside there were hundreds, maybe thousands of shrunken articles of clothing. I pulled one out, and as soon as I did, it grew to the appropriate size.
"This isn't right," I said to it. "This thing barely covers anything at all!" Then I gulped. "Oh," I said out loud. My nervous laughter filled the air. "I'll just save you for when I- uh... for some other time." I threw the minimal coverage clothing back in the bag. "I hope you're all not like that," I said, peeking back into the bag.
Rain still beat down outside of the windows and every so often lightning would illuminate the scene. I lit some candles to adjust the lighting. I took out half the clothes and placed them on the bed. I tried some on.
***** I could practically hear music playing in the background, it was just like one of those cheesy runway- model movies when they go to the mall, try on millions of clothes, and leave with too many bags to carry. It was insane!
By the time I had successfully tried on all of the clothes (minus the minimal coverage one), it was rounding three o'clock, and it was still raining. I chewed on my lip thoughtfully. Should I attempt to go down to the quidditch pitch or not?
Just then, Ginny rushed in, sopping wet.
"Ginny! You're a wreck!" I exclaimed.
"Yes I know," she said disdainfully. "I just came to warn you to not meet Gred and Forge outside today. Its raining cats and dogs, even Dumbledore warned us all not to go outside. Hey, what are those?" she asked, pointing to the bed.
"Clothes," I said with pride. She looked them over.
"Nice taste, I didn't know that you had it in you. But you are just full of surprises these days. Everyone notices," she simply said.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"It means that my brother has finally acknowledged the fact that you're a girl. He's always known it, he just didn't want to admit," she said with a manly giggle. (A/n: j/k, haha, just my sick demented mind again.)
"Ron doesn't give a rats ass as to whether I'm a girl or not," I said bitterly.
"Hermione!" she scolded. My face turned a bright red.
"Sorry, that's been happening all day," I admitted. I started folding clothes back up and shrinking than back into the bag.
She stared at me for a moment or two, I stopped paying attention. "You like him," she said after obvious diliberation.
"What? That's crazy!"
"No, you saying more than one curse word and spending the day in your room to look at close when you're really trying to avoid Ron, that's crazy," she retaliated. She crossed her arms over her chest and gave me a look.
"You have a wild imagination."
"True, but I can see when my brother and my best friend both have a thing for each other. It' not that wild of an idea," she reasoned.
"Yes it is."
"No its not."
"Yes it is, and I have no idea where you cooked that one up from," I told her in exasperation. My voice climbed three levels of nervousness.
"Deny, deny, deny," she tutted. "Fine then. Sooner or later things will come around and you'll see that I was right all along. But anyway, wazzup?"
"Nothing much, dawg." Wow, I didn't mean to let that one slip. "I mean, help me pick out an outfit. I'm semi- color blind." Okay, so maybe that last part wasn't completely true, but I didn't want to look like a dolt in front of Ginny.
"Sure, dawg," she laughed. "So what're you getting all spiffied up for? Anyone in particular?"
"No, just my image, I think. But it wouldn't be all that bad if I could catch some one's eye. It never is." Ginny wandered over to the bedside. "Ahcamay," I said, and she was completely dry once again. (btw, Ahcamay is yamacha spelled backwards!)
"Thanks. Now, lets see. You look like a navy kind of girl. So, take these." before she handed them to me, she held them up and studied them. "Lets see, these look like low rise, stretch flared navy blue jeans with a double inseem. Comfortable and casual. JC Penny catalogue, number 538." She beamed at me.
"Since when did you become an expert?"
"Since Social muggle studies. I took it over the summer, it was quite helpful. Haven't had the chance to use any of that information here, though." Her mind wandered back to that of the current problem. "No. No. No, no, no, none of these will work," she commented, still searching. "Give me something to work with. Sleeves or no sleeves? Dark? Light?"
"Er..."
"Nevermind. Aha, this is perfect. With the right accessories, you would look really classy." She handed me a black, sheathy peasant top. The sleeves flowed at the elbow, and the midriff was sewn tighter to cling to the body.
"I like. Now what goes with it? Oh my gosh, I don't have anything!" I realised.
"Stop it, Mione. There's a bag of stuff right here. Honestly, you didn't even remember that you packed it?" she said.
"Uhh… no. That's right. Silly me, I forgot that it was there." I decide that it was a better idea not to let Ginny know that I had gotten the clothes from Malfoy, she might freak out or something stupid similar to that. I walked into the bathroom and changed out of my uniform. The shirt was snug, the jeans were snugger (Is that a word?). But even so, it fit my form well, and I liked what the mirror showed me.
I came back out, flopping my old clothes on the floor. "What did you come up with?"
"This. Put them on." She handed me various oddities, which I took gratefully. Then I put on some make up using tips from Malfoys sheet. I tied on my dark metallic cross that laid on a thin black ribbon around my neck.
"You look good," Ginny commented.
"Thanks to you. You and Malfoy should get together some time."
"Huh?"
"Nevermind," I said quickly. I placed some dark silver hoops in my ears, and put on some black clogs. I slid on a black suede belt around my belt loopholes. I was all set.
"Now then," I said. "Where to go?"
"I don't know, you tell me."
"Crap."
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A/N: I don't really know what the point of this chapter is. But I have the rest of the story all planned out, and let me tell you, it gets pretty darn interesting. You could say, Harry gets more involved, and it has something to do with a word that starts with an 'h' and ends with 'ormones'. If you haven't guess by this already, its one of my favorite words. lol... Sorry for the excessive cursing and clothing description. And I know that the last chapter was really, really long, but I meant to split it up. It was the first fic I posted, I didn't know what I was doing! Be kind, please rewind! (I mean, REVIEW!)