A/N: Sorry it's taken so long. We got caught up in our other stories. But here it is, so stop worrying.
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Chapter 3
Hermione's Hair
I opened the portrait hole as quietly as I could. It didn't make a sound, so, I was successful. I was about to take off Harry's...mm...Harry...Sorry. Harry's invisibility cloak when I heard a voice from one of the couches.
Harry and I had just been meeting in the Room of Requirement. Please don't ask. He had snuck in about fifteen minuets before I did, so he leant me his cloak. We don't like other people in our business.
"You really should just try to put it up sometimes," I heard the familiar voice of Ginny Weasley say.
"What? Oh, but it always gets frizzy. Face it. My hair is hopeless, Gin." It was Hermione. Both of the girls were talking in hushed voices, so I figured it was somewhat of a closed conversation. The only problem was, to get back into my dorm, I needed to pass by them. And, let's face it, I'm a bit of a klutz, so I decided to stay put. Not to listen of course. Nope...
"So, let's talk about something else," Ginny suggested, changing the topic. "What would you do if I poured water on your head right now?"
"Where would you get the water?" Hermione asked. She just didn't get Ginny's somewhat strange sense of humor.
"Doesn't matter. Just tell me what you would do."
Hermione was silent for a moment. "Well, I'd scream."
"And then?" A grin spread over Ginny's face. She really loved watching other people's reactions to odd situations.
"Then you'd run."
"Because?"
"I'd be chasing you."
"Ah."
"With a knife."
"Where'd you get the knife?" Ginny asked.
"Same place you got your water."
I bit my tongue so I wouldn't laugh. I'd never seen Ginny bested at her own game.
"Let's talk about something else then," Ginny said pouting.
"Like what?"
And evil glint flickered in Ginny's eyes. "Boys?" Hermione rolled her eyes. "Now come on. I'll give you boys, you give me a rating, then give me a boy. Ernie Macmillan?"
Hermione signed heavily. "Five," she muttered, rolling her eyes again. "Same guy."
"Seven. I like it when he's pompous; it so cute. Okay, Terry Boot?"
I would have given Ernie more of a four. He's not that cute. Looks like nothing next to Harry...mm...I guess these two just hang out with Percy so much, pompous grows on you.
This went on for a couple of minuets using the names Terry (I say six), Dean (two, ew, he looks bloody awful naked), Seamus (seven, he didn't) Harry (ten baby!), Justin (you know, I heard that he was gay, so that brings him up to three). Then Ginny started it when she suggested Draco Malfoy.
I had to hold my breath and try not to laugh remembering Hermione gaze on Malfoy's pants. I would probably give him an eight because he is hot.
"What?" Hermione hissed.
"Just answer," Ginny smirked.
"Well, he does have nice looking eyes, so that's two points. I have heard that he has nice abs, so that'll give him three more. Since I love blonds, two more points. And he looks good in black, so I'll have to give him one more."
"So, a grand total of eight?" Ginny asked.
"No. He's a jerk, so there goes two points right of the bat. He's a Death Eater, so there's another four. Oh, and he calls me a mudblood. Throw away another point."
"So one, then?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah. Except..." Hermione's gaze drifted, and Ginny suddenly looked very interested. "When he looks at you, you feel all fluttery. You can't tell if you hate him, or if you think he's sexy. His gaze just bores into you like a knife, sinking into you, and your not sure whether it hurts, or the pain is comforting. And then..."
I decided I had had enough of this by then. He wasn't that good looking. Looks dreadful next to Harry. I'd give him a five. Tops.
A/N: We have no idea what's happening in the next chapter. Someone help us out!
