Disclaimer: Exclusively J.K Rowling owns everything in the HP Kingdom.
Authors Note: I will get past this second chapter, but I felt this needed a rewrite. Continuing on...
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Ch. 2
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" Eeeeeee!"
" Ouch- Bloody hell!" Hermione rubbed the eyeliner from her cornea angrily. "Could you not yell so loud?"
" What have you done to yourself?!" Lavender was desperate to figure out who and what exactly had taken over her friend's body. The head girl scoffed a bit, taking a deeper look into the mirror. It wasn't that bad. Sure she'd coated on a tad too much crimson lipstick and tangerine blush, so what if she'd charmed her hair so flat it looked like rusted steel molded onto her head. It didn't even matter that her eye seemed to be turning a funny bruised color from being poked so violently.
" Something wrong Lav? Is there not enough eye shadow?" Damn, she knew she should have added more than eight layers of metallic blue.
" AHH! Watch out! There's a Bogart right next to you!" Parvarti screamed, horrified at the site she'd just walked into.
"Not funny guys, I'm trying really hard to look nice today."
" For what exactly? The drag queen jamboree? Honestly, there is no way I am letting you go out side looking like Mimi Carey." Lavender pulled out her wand, and cast several cleansing charms on the brunette's face; all with the purpose to erase the awful picture before her.
"Oh! Was that you under there Hermione?" Parvarti realized after a moment of terror, cheerfully banishing the curse in her friend's hair, turning it back into its untamable curly state.
" Hey! That charm took me all morning to find! I worked really hard and you ruined it." Hermione pouted, eyeing her bruise in the mirror somewhat bitterly.
" It looks like a meteorite hit me."
" Better than being slapped by one of Picasso's paintings I'd say." The duo sighed in relief and forced Hermione into a sitting position on the edge of the tub.
"What were you thinking? ("Were you thinking? Sometimes I have a lapse in thought too, though, never this severe." Parvarti said in the back round) We're the most fashionable girls in school, why didn't you come to us before attempting something so dangerous?"
Well for one, I would have rather taken my chances with a couple hundred dementors then to ask you two for beauty tips
" Hadn't thought about it."
"Oh, well we could try and help you with your make up mione, who's the boy?"
" Um... no one."
" Are you lying to us?" Lavender accused suddenly in a high-pitched voice. " Cause I can tell if you are or not, my inner eye is supposed to be clear today according to Professor Trelawney's forecast. "
" Lying? Me?" None of them noticed her crossing her toes.
" Oh yes she is Lavvy, I heard Ron talking about it in the infirmary." Parvarti giggled, and upon seeing the confused look from her neighbors she added " Oh I was in there for a bottle of nail strengthener."
" What was he saying about me?" Hermione wondered, ignoring the fact that Lavender seemed to be more interested in finding out what company made the beauty product. ("If it's designed by Merlin. Co then give it to that worm Pansy Parkinson, because my cousin's friend's niece's neighbor in Geneva grew an extra finger and had to have her hand amputated the next day... ")
"He said something about his best friend going to use whip-cream on Snape and - " She paused, swishing her long blond hair and letting a mental light bulb go on for the first time in weeks. "Wait a second... are you shagging Professor Snape?"
"Of course not, don't be ridiculous." Hermione prayed to whatever higher force upstairs to stop the awkward blush from forming onto her pail face.
" Is Harry then?" By the disgruntled look on her friend's face, the answer was a definite no.
" Come off it Parvarti, she's not going to spill."
"Too right." Hermione nodded zipping her lips with a hand gesture.
DING-DONG! The breakfast bells rang
"- The witch is dead." The head girl sang, earning startled looks from her friends.
"I'm starving; I'll see you two in class." Parvarti picked up her designer bag, sashaying out of the room yet again. Realizing that she too was hungry, Hermione began to get up when surprisingly a rather strong manicured hand grabbed her shoulder.
" Sit, stay, let's chat a bit."
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Hours later, or perhaps it seemed like hours, the brunette was set free from the body bind Lavender was reduced to casting on her.
" Tada! Open your eyes!" With courage only a Gryffindor could muster, the head girl pried open her brown eyes and sighed obviously relieved. No longer was there a plain Jane with 8 layers of metallic-blue eye shadow coating her face, but a lovely young woman with natural glowing assets that any mother would be proud of.
" Wow."
" I know, I know." The other girl replied, immodest at her own talents. " I used an oil-free base to cover up the few blemishes, dark brown eyeliner for the effect of wider more surprised eyes, (She then illustrated with a fake gasp.) and a dab of shear gloss for the illusion of fuller, more pouty lips."
" He'll love it." Hermione breathed not really caring what all the makeup terminology meant, but truly loving the results it gave. She raked her fingers through a new wave of bouncy curls, which were still out of control but now less frazzled than before.
" Who?" The green eyes popped open with an anxiousness that made Hermione feel that Lavender really cared about her feelings. It was rather touching.
" Promise you won't freak out, or start laughing hysterically?"
" Who would laugh?"
" Idiots, five I can name."
" Well I won't laugh." Lavender scooped up Hermione's pinky and shook on it. " I promise."
So this is what it's like to have girl friends. The head girl pondered shaking the thinner, longer finger in slight awe.
" Well... Here it goes, I like Professor Snape."
" Me too."
" No I mean I like him like him." Merlin, all this girl talk was making her feel like she was a third year gossip. Molly Weasley would be proud.
" O." Hermione shifted around waiting for more than just a syllable for an answer.
" Well... You might want to try hiking up your skirt a bit then" Lavender replied eying her with some skepticism
" Huh?"
" You know, like this." Suddenly Hermione felt rather violated at the other girl adjusting certain features for her. It took a concentrated amount of self-control not to hex the other girl with warts for a month.
Think stud, think stud, think - O.O
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" What's taking her so long? We're going to be late for breakfast." Ron complained loudly in the direction of Hermione's dormitory, rubbing his growling stomach in meditative circles.
"At this rate my sausage is going to be rock solid when I get there and you just know that the eggs are going to be discolored and cold again."
The boy who lived ignored the sudden scandalized giggles coming from the 6th year girls and muttered,
"Let's just go, she's probably putting on the war paint for Snape right now anyway, from what I figure she spent all last night reading Lavender Brown's karma sutra books studying up on how to- well you know." Harry couldn't say much more, because the famous fear-inducing sneer graced the red head's face in a matter of moments. The green eyed boy giggled in return.
Such bravery should have come with an award, a bystander thought to herself before leaving a quick exit.
Ron's body throughout the conversation seemed to turn an interesting shade of maroon. Harry briefly wondered if this was where Mrs. Weasley got the inspiration for the color of Ron's Christmas jumper.
" There is no bloody way I'm letting her near that sexually frustrated troll!"
" If I remember correctly, last night it was you who told our Hermione that she was beneath Professor Snape, and might I add that you were the mastermind of this bet after all, it's too late stop the proceedings now. Dean has been setting up the details of his plan since five AM this morning, Neville has already started courting that Susan Bones girl, and I saw Seamus sending off a note with a dozen enchanted roses this morning from the owlery."
Ron sulked further, his stomach making protesting noises.
"Come on mate, I'm starving." Harry pulled his friend up and handed Ron his pack with a reassuring pat on his back.
" Well... I guess you're right, there really is no going back." The blue eyed boy sighed walking out the portrait door. "If I'm to lose this small battle, I sure as hell won't surrender the next one without a war. Harry, you're looking at the next Gryffindor stud." Harry had never seen Ron look so determined before, except for that time he tried to stop his mum from finding out he had his first girlfriend.
" Well a word of advice Ron; watch out for the competition." The redhead snorted looking more confident in his stride.
" Competition? Like who?"
" Me."
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Authors note: I know many have read a very different chapter but I thought I would add on to the chapter. If anyone gets angry at the change, deal with it.
Happy Holidays!
