CHAPTER 3
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She looked nothing like herself. Her hair fell straight down, the only curls being at the bottom of the chocolate brown stream. It looked soft and inviting. Harry also noticed that she wore a hint of make up, but not enough to make her look like an art canvas. . .although she herself was a masterpiece. He also realized that she wasn't wearing her robes. She was wearing just her normal clothes. She wore a black, tight, thigh-high mini skirt. She also didn't wear her stockings. This wonderful combination showed her thin, soft, sexy legs. They were unblemished, even after all that she has been through for the past four years. She also had on an emerald green tube top. Harry realized that Hermione had developed nicely.
He felt his pants begin to tighten. He nonchalantly looked down, as if he noticed something on the ground, and saw that there was an unmistakeable bulge growing. Knowing that everyone was looking at the beautiful girl that had just made a very dramatic entrance, he tugged at his shirt trying to pull it down over his pants. Hermione, across the hall, observed these actions, but didn't say anything. She merely walked up to the front to stand in front of everyone, symbolic of her becoming a prefect. Dumbledore knew of this awkwardness, as he had been a teenager once, and had the food appear on the table. Everyone quickly turned and dug in.
Dumbledore approached the newly appointed prefects. "Do all of you know of your duties as prefects?" Most of us nodded. The one prefect from Hufflepuff shook her head shyly. "Well, Marcia, as a prefect, you carry many responsibilities. You are to uphold the rules of Hogwarts." Harry thought he could have sworn that Dumbledore was directing that to him. "No one is to be out after curfew. You will also attend the Head Boy and Head Girl meetings. You can help set up many Hogwarts events, such as last year's Yule Ball. You will also lead tours for the first years. You will also have perks for these important jobs. For example, you get your own washroom. There are more things to be received, but we will not get into that now. Your first duties will be leading the students to their respective towers after the feast. Now, with that said, are there any more questions?" No one had an inquiry. "Good. Now, you may go eat what is left." They started to leave. "Not you, Miss Granger. I believe that Professor McGonagall has something to say."
Harry and Ron attacked their food. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Professor McGonagall lead Hermione off somewhere.
* * * * *
"But Professor!"
"Hermione!" shouted the old, fragile woman, "The dress code prohibits that. . .that. . .get up. First off, those," referring to her skirt, "are not allowed above the knees. At your age, the boys are likely to. . ." She stopped. She softly began again, "Here at Hogwarts, we also uphold tradition, Miss Granger. You are to wear your robes to all Hogwarts events."
"So I'm in trouble for violating a few insignificant rules?" She said this in a voice she had never given a teacher. Had Harry and Ron heard this, they would surely go into a state of shock. She was the least likely person in all of Hogwarts to call rules 'insignificant.'
"Miss Granger! It is not the fact that those rules were simply broken! It's also the fact that you are now a prefect and on your first day you already set a bad example for everyone else!"
Hermione almost inaudibly said, "I had a reason. . ."
But Professor McGonagall had good ears. "I have an idea why, and I would not like to discuss it further."
Hermione stared at her. ". . .what do you think. . .?"
She remembered those days, years ago, when James and Lily Potter had gone to Hogwarts. Lily had also dressed seductively in her fifth year to attract a certain someone. She almost laughed as she recalled what James looked like trying to walk to the next class without anyone noticing the thing quickly growing in his pants. James had cried from the pressure. "I said that I do not wish to discuss it further. One more question. Why were you so late?"
"I. . .I just missed the train. . ."
"And why?"
"I. . .I was. . ."
"Dolling yourself up?" Hermione nodded. Professor McGonagall sighed. "Go up to your room, put on some. . .proper. . .clothing, and then you may rejoin the feast."
A deafening silence followed. "Yes, Professor McGonagall."
As she got up to leave, Professor McGonagall noticed a single tear fall to the ground.
* * * * *
Twenty minutes later, Harry and Ron were almost full. They had never eaten so much turkey in their lives. Ron, however, reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate frog. "Want a bit, Harry?"
Harry winced at the prospect of more food. "No, Ron, that's alright." Ron shrugged and dug in.
The Great Hall went silent. Harry and Ron wondered what was up at looked in the direction of the other faces. Some faces were filled with disgust, other faces were upset, and others were just elated. The disgusted faces, however, only belonged to the girls. They saw that Hermione walked in in the traditional Hogwarts robes. Once everyone realized that she was properly attired, they just turned away. The Great Hall exploded with conversation once more.
Hermione started to head towards Harry and Ron. Harry patted an empty seat next to him to signal her over. She couldn't face him now. She walked to the other end of the table and sat next to Parvarti Patil and listened to the gossip, which there was already plenty of.
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She looked nothing like herself. Her hair fell straight down, the only curls being at the bottom of the chocolate brown stream. It looked soft and inviting. Harry also noticed that she wore a hint of make up, but not enough to make her look like an art canvas. . .although she herself was a masterpiece. He also realized that she wasn't wearing her robes. She was wearing just her normal clothes. She wore a black, tight, thigh-high mini skirt. She also didn't wear her stockings. This wonderful combination showed her thin, soft, sexy legs. They were unblemished, even after all that she has been through for the past four years. She also had on an emerald green tube top. Harry realized that Hermione had developed nicely.
He felt his pants begin to tighten. He nonchalantly looked down, as if he noticed something on the ground, and saw that there was an unmistakeable bulge growing. Knowing that everyone was looking at the beautiful girl that had just made a very dramatic entrance, he tugged at his shirt trying to pull it down over his pants. Hermione, across the hall, observed these actions, but didn't say anything. She merely walked up to the front to stand in front of everyone, symbolic of her becoming a prefect. Dumbledore knew of this awkwardness, as he had been a teenager once, and had the food appear on the table. Everyone quickly turned and dug in.
Dumbledore approached the newly appointed prefects. "Do all of you know of your duties as prefects?" Most of us nodded. The one prefect from Hufflepuff shook her head shyly. "Well, Marcia, as a prefect, you carry many responsibilities. You are to uphold the rules of Hogwarts." Harry thought he could have sworn that Dumbledore was directing that to him. "No one is to be out after curfew. You will also attend the Head Boy and Head Girl meetings. You can help set up many Hogwarts events, such as last year's Yule Ball. You will also lead tours for the first years. You will also have perks for these important jobs. For example, you get your own washroom. There are more things to be received, but we will not get into that now. Your first duties will be leading the students to their respective towers after the feast. Now, with that said, are there any more questions?" No one had an inquiry. "Good. Now, you may go eat what is left." They started to leave. "Not you, Miss Granger. I believe that Professor McGonagall has something to say."
Harry and Ron attacked their food. Out of the corner of his eye, Harry saw Professor McGonagall lead Hermione off somewhere.
* * * * *
"But Professor!"
"Hermione!" shouted the old, fragile woman, "The dress code prohibits that. . .that. . .get up. First off, those," referring to her skirt, "are not allowed above the knees. At your age, the boys are likely to. . ." She stopped. She softly began again, "Here at Hogwarts, we also uphold tradition, Miss Granger. You are to wear your robes to all Hogwarts events."
"So I'm in trouble for violating a few insignificant rules?" She said this in a voice she had never given a teacher. Had Harry and Ron heard this, they would surely go into a state of shock. She was the least likely person in all of Hogwarts to call rules 'insignificant.'
"Miss Granger! It is not the fact that those rules were simply broken! It's also the fact that you are now a prefect and on your first day you already set a bad example for everyone else!"
Hermione almost inaudibly said, "I had a reason. . ."
But Professor McGonagall had good ears. "I have an idea why, and I would not like to discuss it further."
Hermione stared at her. ". . .what do you think. . .?"
She remembered those days, years ago, when James and Lily Potter had gone to Hogwarts. Lily had also dressed seductively in her fifth year to attract a certain someone. She almost laughed as she recalled what James looked like trying to walk to the next class without anyone noticing the thing quickly growing in his pants. James had cried from the pressure. "I said that I do not wish to discuss it further. One more question. Why were you so late?"
"I. . .I just missed the train. . ."
"And why?"
"I. . .I was. . ."
"Dolling yourself up?" Hermione nodded. Professor McGonagall sighed. "Go up to your room, put on some. . .proper. . .clothing, and then you may rejoin the feast."
A deafening silence followed. "Yes, Professor McGonagall."
As she got up to leave, Professor McGonagall noticed a single tear fall to the ground.
* * * * *
Twenty minutes later, Harry and Ron were almost full. They had never eaten so much turkey in their lives. Ron, however, reached into his pocket and pulled out a chocolate frog. "Want a bit, Harry?"
Harry winced at the prospect of more food. "No, Ron, that's alright." Ron shrugged and dug in.
The Great Hall went silent. Harry and Ron wondered what was up at looked in the direction of the other faces. Some faces were filled with disgust, other faces were upset, and others were just elated. The disgusted faces, however, only belonged to the girls. They saw that Hermione walked in in the traditional Hogwarts robes. Once everyone realized that she was properly attired, they just turned away. The Great Hall exploded with conversation once more.
Hermione started to head towards Harry and Ron. Harry patted an empty seat next to him to signal her over. She couldn't face him now. She walked to the other end of the table and sat next to Parvarti Patil and listened to the gossip, which there was already plenty of.