A/N: I don't own Harry Potter or any of the other characters!!! Sorry my chapters are so short. Like I said earlier, I wrote them on paper and they seemed longer than this… You SNL fans will like this one!
It had been hard to convince Ginny and Harry that she wanted to shop alone, but even harder to convince Ron. "Aww, come on! What could you be buying that you don't want me to see?" he groaned as they stood in front of Honeyduke's. "Perhaps I am buying feminine items. Apparently, it's my time of the month!" she retorted, pretending to be very angry. After stomping off in the direction of the salon, Hermione smiled smugly. Ron was so much fun to manipulate, she had just discovered.
Hermione was lucky enough to have a consultation with Madame Chic herself, Donatella Versachi. Hermione looked at her in shock and Donatella said in her deep voice, "What? Just because I am so beautiful, I cannot possibly be a witch?"
"You have beautiful features, my dear, but you are hiding behind all of this hair. I will give you this straightening potion for you to try out before the pageant and to use on that night. You will be amazed at how different you will look. Also, you are fortunate enough to have the right coloring for this shocking pink look that you have picked out in this picture. You could have robes made in a beaded fabric that is this pink color. Then, choose this frosted pink and silver make up from this picture. You will be one sexy… witch! Sorry, I've been around muggles for too long," Donatella said, examining Hermione's magazine articles. Hermione was in awe. Not only was she sitting with Donatella Versachi, but Donatella Versachi had told her that she had beautiful features!
After paying for her consultation and taking the jar of hair potion that Donatella had given her, Hermione headed for a small, trendy robe shop that was off the main strip. Donatella had owled ahead and arranged for Hermione to meet with Maya, a brilliant, yet young, robe designer. Donatella had told Maya what the robes should look like, and Maya had begun making them as Hermione walked from the salon to the shop, Threads.
To her horror, Hermione saw Ron leaning against the door frame at the shop. "Are Ginny and Harry inside?" she asked stiffly. "Nope," Ron said, his hands in the kangaroo pouch on the muggle hooded sweatshirt that he was wearing. His shaggy hair was falling in his eyes; Hermione secretly loved his new, longer hair do. "Then what are you doing here?" she asked, exasperated. Ron shrugged and said, "Looking for you." Forcing herself to ignore that "weak knees" feeling that she was experiencing, Hermione briskly said, "I've got to go get fitted for my new robes." Ron looked in her eyes, smiling slightly, and said, "I'll wait."
The entire time Hermione was being measured, she thought angrily about Ron. 'Who does he think he is? I told him I wanted to be alone, can't he respect that?' However, another part of her brain said, 'You know you want him, Hermione. Remember the time you walked in on him in the prefects' bathroom and he didn't have a shirt on? Remember how you just wanted to touch his hot, sweaty—' "Granger?" a shrill voice interrupted her thoughts, "Don't tell me you're entering the pageant! Didn't you know that only purebloods win it?" Pansy Parkinson said, her hands on her hips. She was carrying bright chartreuse robes on a hangar and Millicent Bulstrode was beside her, carrying yellow ones. "Maybe it will be different this year," Hermione said, her newly waxed eyebrows raised. Pansy huffed snootily and stormed out the door, Millicent in tow.
Hermione's beautiful robes were effectively hidden by the bag that Maya placed them in, leaving them on the hangar so Hermione could hang them up when she returned to Hogwarts later that afternoon. To Hermione's dismay, Ron was still leaning on the door frame outside the shop when she was finished. "Why aren't you off with Harry and Ginny?" she asked, shifting her bags to her other hand. Ron reached out and took her bags from her, noticing that she was struggling. "What did you do that for?" she asked, almost angry. 'How dare he be nice when I'm trying to be mad?' she thought. "Because I'm trying to show you that I'm sorry," he said, looking down at the ground. His long hair fell into his eyes and Hermione had to force herself to keep her hands at her side. "For what?" she asked softly, looking away from him. "For being a git when I should have been supportive of your decisions," he said, sounding like he was reciting something that he had memorized. "Did Ginny tell you to say that?" she asked suspiciously. "No!" Ron said, paused, and then mumbled, "Yes." He cringed, waiting for Hermione to blow up at him. She smiled, glad that he still feared her, and then said, "It's okay, at least you tried."
To be continued…