Disclaimer: Grass is green
School is dull
And the sky is blue
I'm sorry JK
About the fluff
But it all came from you.
Chapter 3- This Isn't a Fairytale
She'd done it. She'd worked hard all hours of the day (and night) even forsaking Ron and her reading to get the list of chores done. Now Hermione would get her reward, the ball was tonight and Malfoy had just arrived with the girls' dresses, which he'd saved for that day to prevent damage.
"I've finished, father," uttering the word grudgingly, "so I can go now, can't I?"
Malfoy looked at her and then cast his intolerant eye around the spotless room. "Pansy!" he called, "Lavender! Here now!" The girls arrived promptly. "Here are your gowns. Be careful with them." He handed Pansy a pretty periwinkle dress and Lavender a startling red one. "Don't forget the aim of the evening girls."
"Yes Father," they murmured in awe of the lovely material and ran upstairs eager to try the new robes on.
Hermione felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What about me?" she asked, though already sure of the answer.
"Oops sorry," Malfoy said unconvincingly, "did I forget to give you the other scroll?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out yet another list of chores. The roll was just as long and tightly packed as the one that had taken her a week to work through.
"I won't be able to do this in one evening." she spoke quietly.
"What a shame. Well we'll tell you about it in the morning." He smiled, revelling in her disappointment.
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"Stupid ball" Hermione thought to herself as she paced around the empty house "why do I want to go so much? Why do I even care!?" She plumped herself down on the kitchen stool and simply stared into the fire that was gently burning and cast odd shadows against the walls. "If I can't go out for just one night then I'm certainly not working."
"At least your not going to the ball," she sighed to the little mouse, "I'll get you some cheese. Mice do like that don't they?" Not waiting for an answer she disappeared into the cellar, returning a moment later with a chunk of cheddar. Which flew into the air as Hermione screamed in fright.
A young woman had appeared in front of her. She wore an iridescent, white dress and held a stick that looked like a wand loosely in her right hand.
"Hello Hermione," she said to the startled girl sweetly.
"Who are you, how do you know my name and what the hell are you doing here!?" Hermione demanded.
"I'm your fairy godmother silly and I'm going to get you to that ball."
"What?" Hermione was trying to take control of the strange situation but for some reason words failed her. Something told her to trust this odd person.
"Hermione dear I thought you were smart," said the girl, perching on the vacated chair.
Hermione stared at the stranger taking in her flaming red hair (which she would of recognised had she been thinking straight) and dazzling white gown simply too shocked to say anything. "This isn't a fairytale," she finally managed to stutter.
"Nope, its much more fun than that. Now reach me a pumpkin and a couple of chickens please," she spoke as if to a small child, yet looking closely Hermione would have seen that her fairy godmother was just as, if not younger, than herself. But she was the one with the wand so Hermione fetched the fruit and chickens.
"Put them on the drive outside," ordered the wand woman. She stared witheringly at the chickens, "I'd usually do this with mice but there don't seem to be many around." A slight smile touched her lips. Hermione didn't understand what was going on so just stood quietly and waited for whatever was going to happen to happen. "Right then first of all you'll need a carriage", her fairy godmother said waving her wand at the pumpkin and then over the chickens, "and horses."
Hermione was pretty sure that the woman was mad. That was until she saw the fruit's colour change from cumin to silver. It then began to swell and bloated to the size of a small room, next it hollowed itself out creating a magnificent carriage.
Meanwhile the chickens had also changed to white and their feathers into hair. Slowly they also grew and as they did their back legs became strengthened with hooves at the bottom and a pair of front legs came from their now solid chest. Finally two snowy, grand stallions stood in front of the satisfied Godmother and terrified heroine.
"Wow," was the only word that Hermione's brain would let her stutter.
"Almost done Hermione, just you now."
"Me?" she squeaked.
"Of course! Can't have you turning up at a ball in those rags now can we. What would your mother think?" She then waved her wand for the third time. Hermione's threadbare dress became elongated and elegant, silver in colour and emphasised with small diamonds becoming dazzling without becoming gaudy. Her hair was swept up and calmed framing her face that was coated with a thin layer of natural makeup. Finally Hermione's worn slip on shoes became delicate glass slippers.
She stared at her reflection in a handy pool of water and gasped at the sight, "Thank you." she breathed not recognising herself.
"My pleasure. Now what you absolutely must remember is that at 12 o'clock tonight everything will return to how it was before, okay?
"Okay," Hermione barely heard what she was saying, "but this is magic, it's dangerous for you. Why are you helping me?"
The fairy godmother ignored her question, "I mean it, 12 o'clock sharp," she reminded, "Now off you go."
"Thank you," Hermione whispered again as she boarded the coach which magically knew exactly where to go, "Goodbye," she shouted out as she neared the outer gates.
"Goodbye Hermione!" her Godmother called back.
Just as the carriage left the driveway the mouse appeared and boldly ran up to the lady left behind.
"Hello Harry," she welcomed waving her wand.
Immediately a teenage boy stood in front of her with startling green eyes and messy black hair. "How come you get her wonderment and awe and I get cheese?" his voice full of annoyance.
"Because you're new at this and you have to work your way up that's why. But you can have this dress if you want its very uncomfortable."
He just glared at her, "Its still not fair."
"I had to do it. If it makes you feel any better I'm sorry."
"Fine, but why a mouse Ginny? And why them?"
"Because before you can do this job well you need to understand true love and so you should learn that it's the small things that matter the most." Harry didn't look convinced. "And these two are important to me."
"Does your brother even know that you're setting him up?"
"Merlin no! He thinks I get my money as a milkmaid. Do you realise how few respectable jobs there are for women these days?"
"Not really."
"Not many. It was a fluke that I got this cupid job."
"So you're sure that this is going to work?"
"Yes. Jealousy has always forced my Ron to act and if things stay as they are those two will never tell each other how they feel. Anyway it's time Hermione had some fun."
"What if we get this wrong and people get hurt."
"That won't happen," she stated defiantly.
"It could go either way."
"Well it's on both of our heads if it doesn't go well and you don't get many chances."
"I'm doing my best but those two are incredibly stubborn."
"I haven't seen you do anything."
"I'm playing the symbolism card," Harry said smugly.
"The symbolism card?" she asked doubtfully.
"Yep."
"Right."
"This will work."
"Yep."
"Won't it?"
AN: Thank you to tiiffiany-45, luthiengranger2004 and tiggieotoo who have all reviewed twice. Can anyone spot Harry's symbolism idea?
I'm trying to put up chapters a couple of times a week but from now on they get slightly longer and I'm really getting into my exams now. The story is finished it just needs typing up and I'm not exactly the fastest in the world.
School is dull
And the sky is blue
I'm sorry JK
About the fluff
But it all came from you.
Chapter 3- This Isn't a Fairytale
She'd done it. She'd worked hard all hours of the day (and night) even forsaking Ron and her reading to get the list of chores done. Now Hermione would get her reward, the ball was tonight and Malfoy had just arrived with the girls' dresses, which he'd saved for that day to prevent damage.
"I've finished, father," uttering the word grudgingly, "so I can go now, can't I?"
Malfoy looked at her and then cast his intolerant eye around the spotless room. "Pansy!" he called, "Lavender! Here now!" The girls arrived promptly. "Here are your gowns. Be careful with them." He handed Pansy a pretty periwinkle dress and Lavender a startling red one. "Don't forget the aim of the evening girls."
"Yes Father," they murmured in awe of the lovely material and ran upstairs eager to try the new robes on.
Hermione felt a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. "What about me?" she asked, though already sure of the answer.
"Oops sorry," Malfoy said unconvincingly, "did I forget to give you the other scroll?" He reached into his pocket and pulled out yet another list of chores. The roll was just as long and tightly packed as the one that had taken her a week to work through.
"I won't be able to do this in one evening." she spoke quietly.
"What a shame. Well we'll tell you about it in the morning." He smiled, revelling in her disappointment.
............................................................................................................
"Stupid ball" Hermione thought to herself as she paced around the empty house "why do I want to go so much? Why do I even care!?" She plumped herself down on the kitchen stool and simply stared into the fire that was gently burning and cast odd shadows against the walls. "If I can't go out for just one night then I'm certainly not working."
"At least your not going to the ball," she sighed to the little mouse, "I'll get you some cheese. Mice do like that don't they?" Not waiting for an answer she disappeared into the cellar, returning a moment later with a chunk of cheddar. Which flew into the air as Hermione screamed in fright.
A young woman had appeared in front of her. She wore an iridescent, white dress and held a stick that looked like a wand loosely in her right hand.
"Hello Hermione," she said to the startled girl sweetly.
"Who are you, how do you know my name and what the hell are you doing here!?" Hermione demanded.
"I'm your fairy godmother silly and I'm going to get you to that ball."
"What?" Hermione was trying to take control of the strange situation but for some reason words failed her. Something told her to trust this odd person.
"Hermione dear I thought you were smart," said the girl, perching on the vacated chair.
Hermione stared at the stranger taking in her flaming red hair (which she would of recognised had she been thinking straight) and dazzling white gown simply too shocked to say anything. "This isn't a fairytale," she finally managed to stutter.
"Nope, its much more fun than that. Now reach me a pumpkin and a couple of chickens please," she spoke as if to a small child, yet looking closely Hermione would have seen that her fairy godmother was just as, if not younger, than herself. But she was the one with the wand so Hermione fetched the fruit and chickens.
"Put them on the drive outside," ordered the wand woman. She stared witheringly at the chickens, "I'd usually do this with mice but there don't seem to be many around." A slight smile touched her lips. Hermione didn't understand what was going on so just stood quietly and waited for whatever was going to happen to happen. "Right then first of all you'll need a carriage", her fairy godmother said waving her wand at the pumpkin and then over the chickens, "and horses."
Hermione was pretty sure that the woman was mad. That was until she saw the fruit's colour change from cumin to silver. It then began to swell and bloated to the size of a small room, next it hollowed itself out creating a magnificent carriage.
Meanwhile the chickens had also changed to white and their feathers into hair. Slowly they also grew and as they did their back legs became strengthened with hooves at the bottom and a pair of front legs came from their now solid chest. Finally two snowy, grand stallions stood in front of the satisfied Godmother and terrified heroine.
"Wow," was the only word that Hermione's brain would let her stutter.
"Almost done Hermione, just you now."
"Me?" she squeaked.
"Of course! Can't have you turning up at a ball in those rags now can we. What would your mother think?" She then waved her wand for the third time. Hermione's threadbare dress became elongated and elegant, silver in colour and emphasised with small diamonds becoming dazzling without becoming gaudy. Her hair was swept up and calmed framing her face that was coated with a thin layer of natural makeup. Finally Hermione's worn slip on shoes became delicate glass slippers.
She stared at her reflection in a handy pool of water and gasped at the sight, "Thank you." she breathed not recognising herself.
"My pleasure. Now what you absolutely must remember is that at 12 o'clock tonight everything will return to how it was before, okay?
"Okay," Hermione barely heard what she was saying, "but this is magic, it's dangerous for you. Why are you helping me?"
The fairy godmother ignored her question, "I mean it, 12 o'clock sharp," she reminded, "Now off you go."
"Thank you," Hermione whispered again as she boarded the coach which magically knew exactly where to go, "Goodbye," she shouted out as she neared the outer gates.
"Goodbye Hermione!" her Godmother called back.
Just as the carriage left the driveway the mouse appeared and boldly ran up to the lady left behind.
"Hello Harry," she welcomed waving her wand.
Immediately a teenage boy stood in front of her with startling green eyes and messy black hair. "How come you get her wonderment and awe and I get cheese?" his voice full of annoyance.
"Because you're new at this and you have to work your way up that's why. But you can have this dress if you want its very uncomfortable."
He just glared at her, "Its still not fair."
"I had to do it. If it makes you feel any better I'm sorry."
"Fine, but why a mouse Ginny? And why them?"
"Because before you can do this job well you need to understand true love and so you should learn that it's the small things that matter the most." Harry didn't look convinced. "And these two are important to me."
"Does your brother even know that you're setting him up?"
"Merlin no! He thinks I get my money as a milkmaid. Do you realise how few respectable jobs there are for women these days?"
"Not really."
"Not many. It was a fluke that I got this cupid job."
"So you're sure that this is going to work?"
"Yes. Jealousy has always forced my Ron to act and if things stay as they are those two will never tell each other how they feel. Anyway it's time Hermione had some fun."
"What if we get this wrong and people get hurt."
"That won't happen," she stated defiantly.
"It could go either way."
"Well it's on both of our heads if it doesn't go well and you don't get many chances."
"I'm doing my best but those two are incredibly stubborn."
"I haven't seen you do anything."
"I'm playing the symbolism card," Harry said smugly.
"The symbolism card?" she asked doubtfully.
"Yep."
"Right."
"This will work."
"Yep."
"Won't it?"
AN: Thank you to tiiffiany-45, luthiengranger2004 and tiggieotoo who have all reviewed twice. Can anyone spot Harry's symbolism idea?
I'm trying to put up chapters a couple of times a week but from now on they get slightly longer and I'm really getting into my exams now. The story is finished it just needs typing up and I'm not exactly the fastest in the world.