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"Come on Hermione!" Parvati pleaded. "Come sit with us for once!"
"I'm sitting with Harry and Ron though." Hermione protested. "We're talking about homework. We need to talk. Right guys?"
She looked at them with pleading eyes, which they didn't seem to catch because they were picking up the Bertie Bots Every Flavour Beans that Ron spilled all over their Hogwarts robes.
"Nah!" Mumbled Ron. "Homework can wait till Hogwarts. We want to talk about Quidditch. Go talk with the girls, Hermione."
"Oh alright." Hermione groaned.
She got up from where she was sitting in their compartment and walked out with Parvati and Lavendar.
They walked for a bit until they found another empty compartment and sat down. It was quiet for about 15 minutes.
"So Hermione," Lavendar began, finally breaking the ice, "given any thought to what we proposed last year?"
"Yes." She said simply, staring out of the window.
"And?" Both girls asked together.
Hermione turned and looked at them. "No. I don't want a makeover. I'm happy with the way I am."
"Come on!" Parvati pleaded. "With bushy hair and no tan? You've got to be kidding me!"
Hermione snorted at their insult.
"Why do you care what I look like?" Hermione asked.
"Because." Lavendar said. "Hermione, you haven't had a boyfriend since Victor Krum, if you could call him a boyfriend. Plus he couldn't even say your name right!"
"So?"
"So I'm saying that we should give you a make-over!" Exclaimed Lavendar.
"What would that help?" Asked Hermione. "I'd still be the same person. That's what boys like, right? Personality? If my looks change, and my personality doesn't, nothing will happen. No guys like my personality, except Harry and Ron, and that's totally platonic. Besides, I'm not even sure they like my personality."
Parvati and Lavendar exchanged glances.
"Hermione," Parvati began, "your only smart about some things. For one thing Hermione, you do happen to be pretty, but a makeover could only help. Second of all, personality isn't the only thing guys go for. Do you think if a girl had err, pink hair, one eye, green skin and 5 teeth, but a knockout personality, she could get a boy- no- man, like Draco Malfoy?"
"Great personality doesn't mean a thing to a Malfoy. Besides he couldn't see past anyone's features and bloodlines to see their heart. He can barley see around his head. He's such and egotistical prat! I bet he couldn't even spell personality." Hermione answered.
"Look Herms," Parvati began, "We're not trying to say your ugly-"
"Coz your not!" Interrupted Lavendar.
Parvati gave her a fierce look. "We're not trying to say your ugly or anything, we're just saying you could be prettier."
"What great friends you are." Snorted Hermione. "You tell me I'm not pretty enough."
Hermione got up to leave, but they grabbed both of her arms and pulled her back down.
"We're not saying that Herms!" Pleaded Parvati.
"We can't explain it, because we always word everything wrong, like we just did!" Said Lavendar. "But Hermione! Gods! Just please let us Hermione. It's out last year at Hogwarts. Live a little!"
Hermione looked at them for a bit, contemplating their question.
"Oh alright!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat, "but you two owe me big."
They squealed and hugged Hermione.
"But not a word to anybody until this happens. We'll do it at school." Continued Hermione.
"Okay." They said together.
"Alright," Said Hermione. "I'm going back to sit with Harry and Ron."
"Bye." Came their response, together again.
Hermione just waved a hand and walked out. She walked a bit until she found Harry and Ron's compartment again. She walked in and they were talking about quidditch, so they obviously didn't hear her come in.
"I showed her! The Chudley Cannons won because they are the best! Cho Chang knows nothing about Quidditch!" Said Ron, while he brought up his fist and punched the air.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and then put on a fake smile. "Hiya guys!"
She closed the door behind her and went and took her seat across from Harry, but sitting next to Ron.
"Hey Herms." Said Ron, finally turning away from Harry. "How was girl talk? You wouldn't have been talking about how fit a certain read head is this year now, were you?" He asked, puffing his chest and pushing his nose into the air.
Hermione rolled her eyes and tickled his stomach, and he deflated like a balloon.
"Can't tell you that now, Wealsey. It's girl talk." Hermione stated matter- of-factly.
"I want to know what girls talk about when they're alone!" Complained Ron.
"Hey, mate, all you have to do is become a girl!" Harry laughed.
"Wicked Idea!" Exclaimed Ron, jokingly. "Hermione, can you give me a make- over?"
Hermione froze at this comment.
"Herms, you okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Fine."
Harry sighed.
"You could use some cheering up, Harry." Said Ron.
"Why, what happened?" Asked Hermione, coming out of her shock-state.
"This summer, Dudley found it amusing to use me as a horse. Then he found it amusing to make me get rid of the bees nest in the front yard. Then he found it amusing to spit gum in my hair and insist he cut it out for me, but he got mad when he found out my hair always grows back. He snipped my ear while cutting my hair, which he found amusing. He found so many things amusing this summer." Harry said, sighing again.
"Aww.poor you, Harry. I've got just the thing to cheer him up then, Ron!" Said Hermione, grinning.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Harry asked, a little unnerved by her grinning.
"This!" Hermione half-yelled.
She jumped at him, pinned his to the seat and started tickling him.
"Agh! Ron! Help mate! Help!" Harry yelled, between laughing, and struggling against Hermione.
Ron got up and started tickling Hermione so she stopped tickling Harry.
"Ron! No! Stop, Ron!" Hermione said between giggles.
Ron picked her off Harry and pinned her down on the opposite bench.
"Ron, no!" Hermione begged.
Ron sat on her legs and pinned her hands over her head. "Harry, come on! I got her down."
Harry got up from the bench and looked at Hermione struggling against Ron, being unsuccessful. Then he smirked.
"No! Harry, please, don't!" Hermione pleaded as she struggled.
"Aw. Look. Our little 'Mione is captured." Harry teased. "Our own little damsel in distress."
Harry reached down with both hands, and let his fingers lightly graze down her sides making her go crazy with giggles.
"Harry, no!"
Then he started tickling her underarms, making her squirm like a worm, but Ron kept a tight grip on her. She kept squealing.
Then Harry tickled her neck and went back to her sides. He moved down to her hipbones, which had a shocking effect. She squealed, while struggling more.
"Ron, Harry, Geroff!"
Ron switched his hands so both of her wrists were in one of his hands. Then he started tickling her hipbones too, while Harry moved back to her sides.
"This is wicked fun, Harry!" Exclaimed Ron, while Hermione struggled more, squealing. "We got to do this more often!"
"Indeed." Said a suave voice from behind them.
Harry and Ron stopped tickling, but Hermione was still struggling to get free. She stopped when she noticed they stopped.
"Geroff, Ron! You weigh a ton!" Hermione complained.
They boys turned their heads around to find Draco Malfoy standing there, smirking at them. Ron was still sitting on Hermione; with her hands pinned above her head. She couldn't see Malfoy over Ron, but she knew it was him.
"Well, isn't that a promising position you're in, Granger?" Malfoy sneered. He looked at Ron and Harry, pulled up his hands and made squeezing gestures, then pointed towards her breasts. Then he smirked, dropped his hands and mouthed 'I would'. Harry and Ron seemed in a trance for a moment, thinking, but they got out of it after about 3 minutes when Hermione started struggling again.
"Come on, Ron! Get off of me! My legs are going numb!" She said, struggling.
They looked at Malfoy again, and Malfoy made the same gestures, this time with a look on his face that was daring them to do it.
Ron looked back at Hermione and then let go and got off her, moving to the other side of the compartment, as well as Harry. Hermione sat up and shot Ron and Harry a glare, then moved her glare to Malfoy.
"Sod off, Malfoy." Hermione muttered, loudly.
"Well, if you didn't forget we have a prefects meeting that started 10 minutes ago in the prefects compartment, then I'll just leave you to your pathetic friends, and your ways." Malfoy said, grinning. "Oh Granger. Just to let you know, you and I could try that sometime. I'd never turn down a good lay. Well, maybe not good, per say." He drawled, sarcastically.
"Damn!" Hermione said, pretending not to hear his last comments.
She jumped up, pushed Malfoy aside, opened the door of the compartment and ran down the hall to the prefects compartment.
Malfoy smirked at Harry and Ron. "You guys have no brains do you? There was a woman sitting under you, struggling to get free from the grip you had on her, which by the way, was her hands over her head, and you Weasley were sitting dangerously close to- never mind. The point is, you didn't do anything. You guys make me sick!"
Malfoy turned around and walked out of the compartment, leaving Harry and Ron to their thinking.
(Back to Hermione)
Once she got the prefects compartment, nobody was there. Malfoy got there only moments later, and snickered.
"Where is everyone?" She wondered, out loud. "He said I was 10 minutes late!"
"I did?" Malfoy asked, trying to look innocent. "I meant, if you went now you would be 10 minutes early. I'm so sorry, Granger."
"Oh shut it, Malfoy." Hermione said, plopping herself down on the seat, to wait for everyone to arrive.
Every time Malfoy tried to talk to her about the tickling incident, she would start saying 'La, la, la, I can't hear you.'
Finally about 5 minutes later, people started arriving. Then at 10 minutes later, McGonnigal arrived.
"Everyone, Professor Dumbledore changed a rule this year." She said
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"Come on Hermione!" Parvati pleaded. "Come sit with us for once!"
"I'm sitting with Harry and Ron though." Hermione protested. "We're talking about homework. We need to talk. Right guys?"
She looked at them with pleading eyes, which they didn't seem to catch because they were picking up the Bertie Bots Every Flavour Beans that Ron spilled all over their Hogwarts robes.
"Nah!" Mumbled Ron. "Homework can wait till Hogwarts. We want to talk about Quidditch. Go talk with the girls, Hermione."
"Oh alright." Hermione groaned.
She got up from where she was sitting in their compartment and walked out with Parvati and Lavendar.
They walked for a bit until they found another empty compartment and sat down. It was quiet for about 15 minutes.
"So Hermione," Lavendar began, finally breaking the ice, "given any thought to what we proposed last year?"
"Yes." She said simply, staring out of the window.
"And?" Both girls asked together.
Hermione turned and looked at them. "No. I don't want a makeover. I'm happy with the way I am."
"Come on!" Parvati pleaded. "With bushy hair and no tan? You've got to be kidding me!"
Hermione snorted at their insult.
"Why do you care what I look like?" Hermione asked.
"Because." Lavendar said. "Hermione, you haven't had a boyfriend since Victor Krum, if you could call him a boyfriend. Plus he couldn't even say your name right!"
"So?"
"So I'm saying that we should give you a make-over!" Exclaimed Lavendar.
"What would that help?" Asked Hermione. "I'd still be the same person. That's what boys like, right? Personality? If my looks change, and my personality doesn't, nothing will happen. No guys like my personality, except Harry and Ron, and that's totally platonic. Besides, I'm not even sure they like my personality."
Parvati and Lavendar exchanged glances.
"Hermione," Parvati began, "your only smart about some things. For one thing Hermione, you do happen to be pretty, but a makeover could only help. Second of all, personality isn't the only thing guys go for. Do you think if a girl had err, pink hair, one eye, green skin and 5 teeth, but a knockout personality, she could get a boy- no- man, like Draco Malfoy?"
"Great personality doesn't mean a thing to a Malfoy. Besides he couldn't see past anyone's features and bloodlines to see their heart. He can barley see around his head. He's such and egotistical prat! I bet he couldn't even spell personality." Hermione answered.
"Look Herms," Parvati began, "We're not trying to say your ugly-"
"Coz your not!" Interrupted Lavendar.
Parvati gave her a fierce look. "We're not trying to say your ugly or anything, we're just saying you could be prettier."
"What great friends you are." Snorted Hermione. "You tell me I'm not pretty enough."
Hermione got up to leave, but they grabbed both of her arms and pulled her back down.
"We're not saying that Herms!" Pleaded Parvati.
"We can't explain it, because we always word everything wrong, like we just did!" Said Lavendar. "But Hermione! Gods! Just please let us Hermione. It's out last year at Hogwarts. Live a little!"
Hermione looked at them for a bit, contemplating their question.
"Oh alright!" Hermione exclaimed, throwing her hands up in defeat, "but you two owe me big."
They squealed and hugged Hermione.
"But not a word to anybody until this happens. We'll do it at school." Continued Hermione.
"Okay." They said together.
"Alright," Said Hermione. "I'm going back to sit with Harry and Ron."
"Bye." Came their response, together again.
Hermione just waved a hand and walked out. She walked a bit until she found Harry and Ron's compartment again. She walked in and they were talking about quidditch, so they obviously didn't hear her come in.
"I showed her! The Chudley Cannons won because they are the best! Cho Chang knows nothing about Quidditch!" Said Ron, while he brought up his fist and punched the air.
Hermione rolled her eyes, and then put on a fake smile. "Hiya guys!"
She closed the door behind her and went and took her seat across from Harry, but sitting next to Ron.
"Hey Herms." Said Ron, finally turning away from Harry. "How was girl talk? You wouldn't have been talking about how fit a certain read head is this year now, were you?" He asked, puffing his chest and pushing his nose into the air.
Hermione rolled her eyes and tickled his stomach, and he deflated like a balloon.
"Can't tell you that now, Wealsey. It's girl talk." Hermione stated matter- of-factly.
"I want to know what girls talk about when they're alone!" Complained Ron.
"Hey, mate, all you have to do is become a girl!" Harry laughed.
"Wicked Idea!" Exclaimed Ron, jokingly. "Hermione, can you give me a make- over?"
Hermione froze at this comment.
"Herms, you okay?" Harry asked.
"Yeah. Fine."
Harry sighed.
"You could use some cheering up, Harry." Said Ron.
"Why, what happened?" Asked Hermione, coming out of her shock-state.
"This summer, Dudley found it amusing to use me as a horse. Then he found it amusing to make me get rid of the bees nest in the front yard. Then he found it amusing to spit gum in my hair and insist he cut it out for me, but he got mad when he found out my hair always grows back. He snipped my ear while cutting my hair, which he found amusing. He found so many things amusing this summer." Harry said, sighing again.
"Aww.poor you, Harry. I've got just the thing to cheer him up then, Ron!" Said Hermione, grinning.
"Oh yeah, and what's that?" Harry asked, a little unnerved by her grinning.
"This!" Hermione half-yelled.
She jumped at him, pinned his to the seat and started tickling him.
"Agh! Ron! Help mate! Help!" Harry yelled, between laughing, and struggling against Hermione.
Ron got up and started tickling Hermione so she stopped tickling Harry.
"Ron! No! Stop, Ron!" Hermione said between giggles.
Ron picked her off Harry and pinned her down on the opposite bench.
"Ron, no!" Hermione begged.
Ron sat on her legs and pinned her hands over her head. "Harry, come on! I got her down."
Harry got up from the bench and looked at Hermione struggling against Ron, being unsuccessful. Then he smirked.
"No! Harry, please, don't!" Hermione pleaded as she struggled.
"Aw. Look. Our little 'Mione is captured." Harry teased. "Our own little damsel in distress."
Harry reached down with both hands, and let his fingers lightly graze down her sides making her go crazy with giggles.
"Harry, no!"
Then he started tickling her underarms, making her squirm like a worm, but Ron kept a tight grip on her. She kept squealing.
Then Harry tickled her neck and went back to her sides. He moved down to her hipbones, which had a shocking effect. She squealed, while struggling more.
"Ron, Harry, Geroff!"
Ron switched his hands so both of her wrists were in one of his hands. Then he started tickling her hipbones too, while Harry moved back to her sides.
"This is wicked fun, Harry!" Exclaimed Ron, while Hermione struggled more, squealing. "We got to do this more often!"
"Indeed." Said a suave voice from behind them.
Harry and Ron stopped tickling, but Hermione was still struggling to get free. She stopped when she noticed they stopped.
"Geroff, Ron! You weigh a ton!" Hermione complained.
They boys turned their heads around to find Draco Malfoy standing there, smirking at them. Ron was still sitting on Hermione; with her hands pinned above her head. She couldn't see Malfoy over Ron, but she knew it was him.
"Well, isn't that a promising position you're in, Granger?" Malfoy sneered. He looked at Ron and Harry, pulled up his hands and made squeezing gestures, then pointed towards her breasts. Then he smirked, dropped his hands and mouthed 'I would'. Harry and Ron seemed in a trance for a moment, thinking, but they got out of it after about 3 minutes when Hermione started struggling again.
"Come on, Ron! Get off of me! My legs are going numb!" She said, struggling.
They looked at Malfoy again, and Malfoy made the same gestures, this time with a look on his face that was daring them to do it.
Ron looked back at Hermione and then let go and got off her, moving to the other side of the compartment, as well as Harry. Hermione sat up and shot Ron and Harry a glare, then moved her glare to Malfoy.
"Sod off, Malfoy." Hermione muttered, loudly.
"Well, if you didn't forget we have a prefects meeting that started 10 minutes ago in the prefects compartment, then I'll just leave you to your pathetic friends, and your ways." Malfoy said, grinning. "Oh Granger. Just to let you know, you and I could try that sometime. I'd never turn down a good lay. Well, maybe not good, per say." He drawled, sarcastically.
"Damn!" Hermione said, pretending not to hear his last comments.
She jumped up, pushed Malfoy aside, opened the door of the compartment and ran down the hall to the prefects compartment.
Malfoy smirked at Harry and Ron. "You guys have no brains do you? There was a woman sitting under you, struggling to get free from the grip you had on her, which by the way, was her hands over her head, and you Weasley were sitting dangerously close to- never mind. The point is, you didn't do anything. You guys make me sick!"
Malfoy turned around and walked out of the compartment, leaving Harry and Ron to their thinking.
(Back to Hermione)
Once she got the prefects compartment, nobody was there. Malfoy got there only moments later, and snickered.
"Where is everyone?" She wondered, out loud. "He said I was 10 minutes late!"
"I did?" Malfoy asked, trying to look innocent. "I meant, if you went now you would be 10 minutes early. I'm so sorry, Granger."
"Oh shut it, Malfoy." Hermione said, plopping herself down on the seat, to wait for everyone to arrive.
Every time Malfoy tried to talk to her about the tickling incident, she would start saying 'La, la, la, I can't hear you.'
Finally about 5 minutes later, people started arriving. Then at 10 minutes later, McGonnigal arrived.
"Everyone, Professor Dumbledore changed a rule this year." She said
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A/N: I know it's a cliffe and you maybe don't know what the rule is, but it'll be in the chappie if ya want me to go on.Please Review.I love Harry Potter. More than some people, maybe not more than others. All I know is, I LOVE HARRY POTTER. Do You? (You say yes.heehee)* Hands you a sticker* Stickers stick to stuff. They're cool...lol...I'm being weird. You Rock!! I love you all *blows you kisses*..heehee.
Review Please...and check out my other stories pwease.
Cheers,
Princess_Anstaja
