Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: This chapter sucks. No need to tell me. I'm bad at plot developments, so please don't bother pointing out how bad it was in your review. Cuz I know.
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Days later, Hermione was still smiling. The look on his face, ah, it had just been an amazing photo op. Who knew what confidence could do to you?
"I should've done this years ago." She thought.
Classes were over for the day, and Hermione was changing into a blouse and some jeans to go meet Harry in the common room. She laughed out loud again as she brushed her hair. Ah, Ron would love the new her. Hopefully, anyway.
Hermione glanced at herself in the mirror, and, satisfied, turned to leave. But a sudden idea sprung to her mind and made her turn back. She took a deep look at herself in the mirror, examining her white blouse, wrinkle free and buttoned all the way to the collar. Somehow, it wasn't exactly her anymore. Hermione tentatively undid the first button, then the next. Then, nervously, the next.
"Why am I so scared? I can always just button it back up." She thought. But Hermione's shirt stayed unfastened, just the way it was. "So what?" she thought. It looked =good=. Her chest was more developed than she'd ever given herself credit for, and the way the lace of her bra was just visible when she bent over a little bit was suddenly a welcoming sight. Not a slutty look, but inviting, and almost cute. Sexy, even.
Ron would like it. That was all that mattered, right?
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"Um." Hermione leaned over the chessboard a tiny bit, letting a bit of hair fall into her eyes. Knowing that Seamus Finnigan was most likely staring down her shirt right now shouldn't make her feel happy. But Hermione was biting her lip to keep the smile from spreading across her face.
Harry had explained he'd forgotten about the potions essay and had to pull an all-nighter to finish it. Hermione, of course, had finished it days ago. So, having nothing to do, she'd sat on a couch for a while, until Seamus challenged her to a game of chess. Now she bit her lip, contemplating her next move.
"Oh! Queen to E4. Checkmate." Hermione said. "I won."
"Huh, wha?" asked Seamus.
"My queen killed your king. I won." Hermione repeated.
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." He said. Hermione rolled her eyes. With her shirt buttoned, she never would have won that game. Amazing what a little bit of sex appeal could do to guys. It was crazy, really.
"Well, thanks for the game. I gotta go." Hermione said, being sure to lean into him just a bit as she spoke. She had had no idea how fun it would be, acting like this.
"Hey wait, stay for awhile. We could play again." He said. Hermione wanted to consent, but chess was just so =boring.=
"No thanks." She lifted her arms up to stretch. "I need some beauty sleep." Seamus immediately focused his stare on the ceiling to avoid the nice view he could have been getting.
"See ya later", she said, letting the smile finally spread across her face.
Mission: Accomplished. For tonight, anyway.
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"Hee, hee, no, what are you doing, hee hee."
"Um." Thought Hermione. There were some undeniably weird noises coming from that corner of the hallway. She had given up hope of finding something to do, and was just going to go to bed early. Now, it appeared some random people were making out, again. God, the hallway in front of her room was more frequented than any other in the whole school, even the one in front of the girls' showers.
Hermione had her hand on the doorknob, but paused when the incessant giggling once again reached her ears.
"Ron, stop. Hee hee. No, Ron, hee hee." As Hermione looked at the couple, a bright red head of hair came into view, the face of which was pressed onto the face of a girl in a miniskirt and tight black sweater.
Ron and that girl, what's-her-name.
A tight wrenching feeling suddenly formed in her stomach. Hermione knew that Ron had been seeing someone new, and that he seemed to like her, but suddenly having it shoved in her face hurt more than she expected. It was so real all of a sudden. For the past few weeks, she'd never seen them together. But suddenly, there they were. Right outside her room. The room Ron knew was hers. Suddenly, Hermione's hair was once again too big, her clothes too plain, her personality too dull. Something about this girl was just draining away all the confidence she had. Hermione reached up and rebuttoned her shirt. It wasn't exactly fitting anymore.
She briefly contemplated interrupting them, but then decided to just go to sleep.
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"Ugh, the way he sits there with that satisfied look on his face." Hermione stared across the Potions classroom at Ron. Since yesterday, she'd gotten over his little PDA with whateveryouwanttocallher. Hermione had simply realized it was going to take a bit more to win him back, that was all.
Snape's faraway voice resonated in her mind, something about a project. Hermione yawned. She'd ended up lying awake for hours, thinking about Ron.
"I will now assign you partners for this project, which is worth close to one third of your entire grade." Hermione's head snapped up. Assigned partners? Shit! "What if I get stuck with Ron?"
She listened as Snape went agonizingly slow down the list of partners he'd written out.
"Potter and Zabini." Hermione saw Harry sink low into his seat.
"Granger and Parkinson." Hermione's heart temporarily leaped, but then crashed back down. Pansy? She had to do this project with =Pansy?=
"Weasley and Malfoy."
"Ha!" Hermione thought. "Ron has to work with Malfoy! Ron has to work with Malfoy."
"Please sit next to your partners and begin research." Snape said after explaining what the project was to be about. Hermione begrudgingly got up and sat net to Pansy.
As much as it pained Hermione to say, Pansy was no longer that bad looking. Despite her over-padded bra and piles of eye makeup, she was the basic picture of pretty.
"Ohmygod so Milicent, yeah, I'm sooo totally asking Draco out, again. I mean, we are just totally and completely meant to be together." Hermione tuned the girl out and started in on some research.
"Blehg." She said; Pansy had flipped her ocean of shiny hair (magicked to be perfectly straight, of course) right into Hermione's mouth. She choked and brushed it away from her.
Hermione glanced across the room at Ron. Him and Malfoy were busying themselves with staring at each other. They both turned to look at her, and she quickly averted her eyes to find Seamus staring at her, trying to see if her robes were open and revealing another semi-buttoned blouse. She rolled her eyes. There was definitely a dangerous side to being pretty.
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"Hermione!" came a voice. Potions had finally been dismissed after an eternity of listening to Pansy talk about what guys she was hopelessly in love with.
"Yeah." She turned around. "Oh, hi Seamus."
"I'm sorry." He blurted out, breathless from running down the hall.
"For what?" she asked.
"For staring at your boobs all last night and today. I didn't mean to, it's just, I don't know. I can't explain." Something about Seamus' forwardness just made her want to hug him.
"That's okay. I knew what I was doing with that shirt." She said.
"There's something about you, I don't know. You've changed, that's all I can say." Seamus shook his head. "We've noticed, just these past few days."
"We? Who's we?" she asked.
"Me, Harry, Dean, Ron, even Neville."
"So, what, do you guys just sit up in your dormitory and have a panel discussion about my boobs?" she asked, a bit alarmed. Who else had noticed? She hadn't even changed that much.
"How did you guess?" Seamus asked. "No, really. Last night was the first time I've seen you dress revealing in almost seven years of knowing you. Basically, we've just noticed your change in personality. Really, what happened?"
"Um." Hermione said. She was quite at a loss for words; "I slept with some guy I barely knew last summer and now Malfoy's giving me sex lessons" didn't seem appropriate.
"Oh, nothing, really."
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Believe me, I am hiding under the computer table right now. Um, this one wins for badness. But OH WELL, the next one should make up for it, I hope.
Oh, and I've got my idea for my new smutty fic, hopefully to be out this weekend, yay.
27 reviews, I almost beat my record. (Which was 27. Arg.)
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Disclaimer: Not mine
A/N: This chapter sucks. No need to tell me. I'm bad at plot developments, so please don't bother pointing out how bad it was in your review. Cuz I know.
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Days later, Hermione was still smiling. The look on his face, ah, it had just been an amazing photo op. Who knew what confidence could do to you?
"I should've done this years ago." She thought.
Classes were over for the day, and Hermione was changing into a blouse and some jeans to go meet Harry in the common room. She laughed out loud again as she brushed her hair. Ah, Ron would love the new her. Hopefully, anyway.
Hermione glanced at herself in the mirror, and, satisfied, turned to leave. But a sudden idea sprung to her mind and made her turn back. She took a deep look at herself in the mirror, examining her white blouse, wrinkle free and buttoned all the way to the collar. Somehow, it wasn't exactly her anymore. Hermione tentatively undid the first button, then the next. Then, nervously, the next.
"Why am I so scared? I can always just button it back up." She thought. But Hermione's shirt stayed unfastened, just the way it was. "So what?" she thought. It looked =good=. Her chest was more developed than she'd ever given herself credit for, and the way the lace of her bra was just visible when she bent over a little bit was suddenly a welcoming sight. Not a slutty look, but inviting, and almost cute. Sexy, even.
Ron would like it. That was all that mattered, right?
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"Um." Hermione leaned over the chessboard a tiny bit, letting a bit of hair fall into her eyes. Knowing that Seamus Finnigan was most likely staring down her shirt right now shouldn't make her feel happy. But Hermione was biting her lip to keep the smile from spreading across her face.
Harry had explained he'd forgotten about the potions essay and had to pull an all-nighter to finish it. Hermione, of course, had finished it days ago. So, having nothing to do, she'd sat on a couch for a while, until Seamus challenged her to a game of chess. Now she bit her lip, contemplating her next move.
"Oh! Queen to E4. Checkmate." Hermione said. "I won."
"Huh, wha?" asked Seamus.
"My queen killed your king. I won." Hermione repeated.
"Oh. Yeah. Sure." He said. Hermione rolled her eyes. With her shirt buttoned, she never would have won that game. Amazing what a little bit of sex appeal could do to guys. It was crazy, really.
"Well, thanks for the game. I gotta go." Hermione said, being sure to lean into him just a bit as she spoke. She had had no idea how fun it would be, acting like this.
"Hey wait, stay for awhile. We could play again." He said. Hermione wanted to consent, but chess was just so =boring.=
"No thanks." She lifted her arms up to stretch. "I need some beauty sleep." Seamus immediately focused his stare on the ceiling to avoid the nice view he could have been getting.
"See ya later", she said, letting the smile finally spread across her face.
Mission: Accomplished. For tonight, anyway.
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"Hee, hee, no, what are you doing, hee hee."
"Um." Thought Hermione. There were some undeniably weird noises coming from that corner of the hallway. She had given up hope of finding something to do, and was just going to go to bed early. Now, it appeared some random people were making out, again. God, the hallway in front of her room was more frequented than any other in the whole school, even the one in front of the girls' showers.
Hermione had her hand on the doorknob, but paused when the incessant giggling once again reached her ears.
"Ron, stop. Hee hee. No, Ron, hee hee." As Hermione looked at the couple, a bright red head of hair came into view, the face of which was pressed onto the face of a girl in a miniskirt and tight black sweater.
Ron and that girl, what's-her-name.
A tight wrenching feeling suddenly formed in her stomach. Hermione knew that Ron had been seeing someone new, and that he seemed to like her, but suddenly having it shoved in her face hurt more than she expected. It was so real all of a sudden. For the past few weeks, she'd never seen them together. But suddenly, there they were. Right outside her room. The room Ron knew was hers. Suddenly, Hermione's hair was once again too big, her clothes too plain, her personality too dull. Something about this girl was just draining away all the confidence she had. Hermione reached up and rebuttoned her shirt. It wasn't exactly fitting anymore.
She briefly contemplated interrupting them, but then decided to just go to sleep.
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"Ugh, the way he sits there with that satisfied look on his face." Hermione stared across the Potions classroom at Ron. Since yesterday, she'd gotten over his little PDA with whateveryouwanttocallher. Hermione had simply realized it was going to take a bit more to win him back, that was all.
Snape's faraway voice resonated in her mind, something about a project. Hermione yawned. She'd ended up lying awake for hours, thinking about Ron.
"I will now assign you partners for this project, which is worth close to one third of your entire grade." Hermione's head snapped up. Assigned partners? Shit! "What if I get stuck with Ron?"
She listened as Snape went agonizingly slow down the list of partners he'd written out.
"Potter and Zabini." Hermione saw Harry sink low into his seat.
"Granger and Parkinson." Hermione's heart temporarily leaped, but then crashed back down. Pansy? She had to do this project with =Pansy?=
"Weasley and Malfoy."
"Ha!" Hermione thought. "Ron has to work with Malfoy! Ron has to work with Malfoy."
"Please sit next to your partners and begin research." Snape said after explaining what the project was to be about. Hermione begrudgingly got up and sat net to Pansy.
As much as it pained Hermione to say, Pansy was no longer that bad looking. Despite her over-padded bra and piles of eye makeup, she was the basic picture of pretty.
"Ohmygod so Milicent, yeah, I'm sooo totally asking Draco out, again. I mean, we are just totally and completely meant to be together." Hermione tuned the girl out and started in on some research.
"Blehg." She said; Pansy had flipped her ocean of shiny hair (magicked to be perfectly straight, of course) right into Hermione's mouth. She choked and brushed it away from her.
Hermione glanced across the room at Ron. Him and Malfoy were busying themselves with staring at each other. They both turned to look at her, and she quickly averted her eyes to find Seamus staring at her, trying to see if her robes were open and revealing another semi-buttoned blouse. She rolled her eyes. There was definitely a dangerous side to being pretty.
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"Hermione!" came a voice. Potions had finally been dismissed after an eternity of listening to Pansy talk about what guys she was hopelessly in love with.
"Yeah." She turned around. "Oh, hi Seamus."
"I'm sorry." He blurted out, breathless from running down the hall.
"For what?" she asked.
"For staring at your boobs all last night and today. I didn't mean to, it's just, I don't know. I can't explain." Something about Seamus' forwardness just made her want to hug him.
"That's okay. I knew what I was doing with that shirt." She said.
"There's something about you, I don't know. You've changed, that's all I can say." Seamus shook his head. "We've noticed, just these past few days."
"We? Who's we?" she asked.
"Me, Harry, Dean, Ron, even Neville."
"So, what, do you guys just sit up in your dormitory and have a panel discussion about my boobs?" she asked, a bit alarmed. Who else had noticed? She hadn't even changed that much.
"How did you guess?" Seamus asked. "No, really. Last night was the first time I've seen you dress revealing in almost seven years of knowing you. Basically, we've just noticed your change in personality. Really, what happened?"
"Um." Hermione said. She was quite at a loss for words; "I slept with some guy I barely knew last summer and now Malfoy's giving me sex lessons" didn't seem appropriate.
"Oh, nothing, really."
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Believe me, I am hiding under the computer table right now. Um, this one wins for badness. But OH WELL, the next one should make up for it, I hope.
Oh, and I've got my idea for my new smutty fic, hopefully to be out this weekend, yay.
27 reviews, I almost beat my record. (Which was 27. Arg.)
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