Hermione bit her lip as she glanced at her reflection. Should she wear a baggier shirt? The pale yellow T-shirt she was wearing with her baggy jeans were 3 sizes too big for her as it was, but Hermione still wasn't satisfied. Her…chest still stuck out awkwardly, visible too everyone. She quickly looked at the door to make sure it was locked. She didn't want Ginny to come in and see her like this.
With a sigh, she sat on Ginny's bed, cursing herself. She wondered for the hundreth time why she had gone ahead and taken Ursula's Body Gro Potion. But she knew why. Hermione despite the mature image she portrayed, still had feelings. Things still bothered her. Even petty things like her size. Hermione had been fed up of being practically flat chested and the smallest for her age. She thought that after getting her period, her body would change and it did. Just not as much as she wanted. So Hermione resorted to magic which solved the problem a little too well for her liking.
Not only had she shot up a few inches, her bust had increased to such an extent (over a certain period of time, of course, as to avoid suspicion) that she couldn't wear any of her old clothes. To other girls, this would have been wonderful, but Hermione wasn't other girls. She had tailored her robes and bought new clothes so that they would conceal her chest but that didn't work. The only time Hermione had actually felt the tiniest bit of pleasure from her new body was when she saw Ron's reaction. She knew the moment he saw her that he finally realised she was a girl- something she had been trying to get into his thick skull for so long. But her pleasure vanished quickly when he began to focus his attention on her breasts. He pretended he wasn't looking, but Hermione had noticed his stares during lunch the previous day.
Of course, she wasn't the only one who had changed. Ron looked so different, she felt he was a different person. But of course, he was the same big mouth. But still, he was so…manly, it scared her. She was afraid he'd change any moment and not want to have anything to do with her now that he was so grown up.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door, "May I come in dear?" Hermione shoved all her clothes back in her suitcase and opened the door for Mrs Weasley. Her friend's mother wass smiling kindly at Hermione as she entered the room.
"I see you've changed for dinner," she said. Hermione blushed and looked down at her feet. For some reason, she felt that that comment meant a lot more than it seemed. She looked up as Mrs Weasley sat down on Ginny's bed and patted the space beside her. She obediently went and sat next to her, wondering what was going on.
"Dear," Mrs Weasley began kindly, " How have you been? It has been a long time since I've seen you and we haven't had the chance to catch up. A lot has changed, I see. Anything you would like to discuss with me?"
"No…nothing," Hermione said surprised. Her face went red as ever. Mrs Weasley looked at her knowingly and smiled encouragingly. When Hermione failed to reply, she continued,
"Look, Hermione, it is very obvious you have grown up. In more ways than one. But that should not be something to be ashamed of. Puberty is a wonderful thing, you're entering into womanhood. Don't be self conscious about how you look because you're beautiful," Mrs Weasley said softly, still smiling. Hermione was so surprised that Mrs Weasley understood what she was going through.
"Don't be so surprised, love, I did go through this stage too," she said laughing, " I'm one of 6 sisters you see, the youngest. And when I got my period, my, you should have seen how I grew. I was so embarrassed as I was the tallest and had the biggest chest of the 6 of us. I used to do what your doing now. But then I realised that my body was an advantage, not a disadvantage. I changed and look what happened? I got Mr Weasley!" She chuckled and winked at Hermione who blushed.
"But, Mrs Weasley, its so obvious….and Ron and Harry….," Hermione said softly, looking at her lap. Mrs Weasley looked troubled for a moment, worried. But seeing that Hermione was watching her, she laughed and said, "Boys will be boys dear. Oh dear, you should have seen Fred and George when they hit puberty. There were PlayWizard's hidden everywhere!"
Then she got up, kissed Hermione and suggested that she change into something nicer as Mr Weasley was treating all of them to a rather posh restaurant as he had been given a raise. As soon as she left, Ginny came in and Hermione shyly asked if she could borrow a dress.
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Ron tried to stop staring but he couldn't. His fettucini had hardly been touched. He had been in this dopey state ever since Hermione had come down the stairs in The Burrow wearing one of Ginny's dresses. But it looked nothing like her dress when Hermione wore it. It was a faded dark blue dress with a Chinese collar. The dress clung tight to her body finally revealing her true body shape to everyone. Since that moment, no matter how hard he tried and how many times he felt disgusted at himself, he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
"She's really turned into a hot bird, hasn't she, our Hermione?" Fred whispered in his ear, winking. "I wouldn't mind having a piece of her myself," he continued. Ron glared at him, controlling his anger as he balled his fists under the table. Fred smirked.
"Cool it. Didn't know she was yours. Or is she?," he said slyly. Ron turned red and ignored him, picking at his food. He was just being protective of a friend. He always had been, even before she changed. There's nothing different about how he reacted…. Or was there?
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