A/N: This is a fluffy and (hopefully) cute fan fiction. More chapters to
come! Please R&R . . .~Lyssa~
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor Hogwarts and Harry Potter. However, I would be quite well off if I did!
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Chapter One: The Change
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"Hermione, come ON, we are already late for breakfast!" Ron whined up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
"I'm coming Ronald Weasley.honestly, people must think that you have to eat every three hours of the day by the way your behaving!" shot back Hermione, coming down the stairs.
"Well, maybe I do.c'mon I'm hung...uh." Ron was at a loss for words.
Hermione's hair was down, but it had been straightened and shined. She had done a magnificent job highlighting her eyes and long lashes, and had a perfect skin tone. Her lips were lined, and she had lipstick and a coat of lip gloss on. Hermione had also, as most of her year, laid rest to the strict dress code and had her skirt rolled up and down low on her hips. The usually rigid and tight tie was now tastefully loose and messy, and the first few buttons on her shirt were left undone. Also, Hermione had left off the sweater and didn't have any tights on. Needless to say, Ron wasn't the only speechless boy in the common room that morning.
Hermione just smiled playfully, and made her way to the portrait hole. "Ron, I thought you were going to die of starvation? And where is-," Hermione bumped into an extremely surprised Harry while opening the portrait hole. "Oh, hey Harry!"
Harry, having put aside any feelings of Hermione (or secretly, any other girl for that matter) long ago, said, "Mione, you look great this morning!"
Hermione blushed, but it couldn't be seen through all of the make-up. Nevertheless, Harry picked up on it, and grinned. He could always sense Hermione's feelings, having known her for so long.
"C'mon Ron, let's GO!" exclaimed Hermione, snapping Ron back out of his surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, breakfast.OK." stammered Ron, flushing a deep shade of red when Harry looked at him with an amused expression. "Right, Mione, I'm-I'm coming."
Harry shook his head as Ron obediently followed Hermione out of the portrait hole. He thought to himself, 'An interesting night, and an interesting morning. I have to tell Draco that we have set a trend . . .' At the thought of Draco, he smiled, and then yawned. He had stayed out all night with him, and he figured that he should at least catch a few minutes of sleep before Advanced Charms . . .
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Hermione stopped before entering the Great Hall, and Ron walked ahead. He noticed that she wasn't next to him. He turned back. "Mione, come on!"
Hermione shook her head, took a deep breath and walked into the Hall and headed for the Gryffindor table. Her eyes fluttered up and down the table, until they landed on the person she had done all of this for. She quickly spotted the two closest seats to him, and pulled Ron in their direction. Hermione was oblivious to the fact that nearly every boy in the Great Hall was looking at her; she only cared that he knew . . . .
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OK, I know it's a short chapter, but there is more too come! PLEASE read and review, anything except flames is doubly appreciated!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters, nor Hogwarts and Harry Potter. However, I would be quite well off if I did!
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Chapter One: The Change
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"Hermione, come ON, we are already late for breakfast!" Ron whined up the stairs to the girls' dormitories.
"I'm coming Ronald Weasley.honestly, people must think that you have to eat every three hours of the day by the way your behaving!" shot back Hermione, coming down the stairs.
"Well, maybe I do.c'mon I'm hung...uh." Ron was at a loss for words.
Hermione's hair was down, but it had been straightened and shined. She had done a magnificent job highlighting her eyes and long lashes, and had a perfect skin tone. Her lips were lined, and she had lipstick and a coat of lip gloss on. Hermione had also, as most of her year, laid rest to the strict dress code and had her skirt rolled up and down low on her hips. The usually rigid and tight tie was now tastefully loose and messy, and the first few buttons on her shirt were left undone. Also, Hermione had left off the sweater and didn't have any tights on. Needless to say, Ron wasn't the only speechless boy in the common room that morning.
Hermione just smiled playfully, and made her way to the portrait hole. "Ron, I thought you were going to die of starvation? And where is-," Hermione bumped into an extremely surprised Harry while opening the portrait hole. "Oh, hey Harry!"
Harry, having put aside any feelings of Hermione (or secretly, any other girl for that matter) long ago, said, "Mione, you look great this morning!"
Hermione blushed, but it couldn't be seen through all of the make-up. Nevertheless, Harry picked up on it, and grinned. He could always sense Hermione's feelings, having known her for so long.
"C'mon Ron, let's GO!" exclaimed Hermione, snapping Ron back out of his surprise.
"Yeah, yeah, breakfast.OK." stammered Ron, flushing a deep shade of red when Harry looked at him with an amused expression. "Right, Mione, I'm-I'm coming."
Harry shook his head as Ron obediently followed Hermione out of the portrait hole. He thought to himself, 'An interesting night, and an interesting morning. I have to tell Draco that we have set a trend . . .' At the thought of Draco, he smiled, and then yawned. He had stayed out all night with him, and he figured that he should at least catch a few minutes of sleep before Advanced Charms . . .
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Hermione stopped before entering the Great Hall, and Ron walked ahead. He noticed that she wasn't next to him. He turned back. "Mione, come on!"
Hermione shook her head, took a deep breath and walked into the Hall and headed for the Gryffindor table. Her eyes fluttered up and down the table, until they landed on the person she had done all of this for. She quickly spotted the two closest seats to him, and pulled Ron in their direction. Hermione was oblivious to the fact that nearly every boy in the Great Hall was looking at her; she only cared that he knew . . . .
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OK, I know it's a short chapter, but there is more too come! PLEASE read and review, anything except flames is doubly appreciated!