A/N: Thanks so much for the reviews! I know someone asked for longer chapters, but I already had them broken down like this before I started typing. There will be one more chapter after this, and possible an Epilogue. I also promise to have this fic completely finished by Sunday, so keep checking back this weekend.
BTW, tomorrow, July 10, is my 23rd B-day. From you, I'd like to receive a review!!! Enjoy!
Chapter 4: Getting Ready
"I think you should keep the uniform skirt on, most guys really like that." Parvarti suggested later that day as Hermione was getting ready for her 'date'.
"I'm pretty sure this guy won't care for it." Hermione said.
She didn't want to do anything to remind Professor Snape that she was still a student. It might put a damper on things.
"Will you tell us who it is already?!" Lavender demanded.
Hermione just shook her head. She didn't want to get Snape in trouble.
Parvarti handed her a basket full of bottles.
"I was able to borrow some shampoo and conditioner from a girl in Ravenclaw who has really thick hair like yours. I also put in a new razor and shave gel, and some nice light-scented lotion. Go crazy." She said.
"While you're in the shower, Parvarti and I will pick out something for you to wear..."
Hermione started to protest.
"Don't worry! It'll be sensible, yet sexy."
Hermione just nodded and went to take her shower. If what they picked out was too horrible, then she'd just wear something else.
Hermione was standing, naked, in front of the bathroom mirror. Luckily, almost everyone else was at dinner, and so she had the bathroom to her self.
Her hands moved up to cup her breasts and she groaned. Barely a handful for her, and he had large hands. Maybe he wasn't a 'breast-man'. (A term she had picked up from Cosmo.)
Looking at her reflection, only one word came to mind.
'Late-bloomer'
The hated word echoed in her head. She was eighteen years old, but could easily pass for 13. Her mother had told her not to worry; some people just took longer to develop than others. Of course, this conversation had taken place when Hermione was sixteen.
Her dad had joked that she was to busy growing her brain to focus on her body.
Sighing, she shook her head and got in the shower.
She picked up the shampoo bottle, and squirted some into her hand. It smelled like fruit, which wasn't all that unpleasant, but it did remind her that she had skipped dinner as her stomach growled.
Tentatively, she touched her tongue to the sweet-smelling concoction.
Blah! Definitely not edible! After working the shampoo into lather, she moved a soapy hand to scratch beside her eye.
Big mistake.
Her eye felt like it was on fire. Rubbing it only made it made the pain worse, and she fell hard on her knees. She tried to take a breath to calm down, but ended up inhaling a good amount of water.
Several minutes later she was finally able to control her breathing and rinse the shampoo from her eye. She had trouble keeping the eye open, and it only hurt when she touched it, but she was sure that she'd got all the shampoo out.
She eyed the razor warily with her good eye, this was turning out to be much more of an ordeal than she'd thought it would be.A little while later she stumbled through the door to the dorm room and was met with two horrified gasps.
"Hermione! What happened?"
"Where you attacked?"
Hermione did look pretty messed up.
Her right eye was almost swollen shut, she had bruises beginning to appear on each knee, and the towel she had wrapped around her was soaked with blood from the deep gash she had cut high on her thigh while trying to shave.
Lavender and Parvarti were having trouble keeping straight faces while she went over what had happened.
Parvarti walked over to her and started running fingers through her hair.
"At least your hair seems to have calmed down a bit." She commented, tactfully.
Hermione shrugged and walked over to her bed. Two different sets of under garments were laid out on her bed. One was pink satin, the other black lace.
"These aren't mine." She told them.
"No, they're mine. I wouldn't let any boy catch me wearing any of the underwear you have." Lavender said.
"I am not borrowing your underwear! That's disgusting!" she declared.
"Then go without. Cause trust me, nothing will kill the mood faster than him seeing you in your granny panties."
She sighed, again, and reluctantly began putting on the black lace bra and panty set. It itched, and the cups were at least two sizes too big.
"The satin would be more comfortable." Parvarti commented.
"I think he'll like black better than pink." Hermione told her.
"That cut looks awful." Lavender said, gesturing to the gash on her thigh.
Parvarti ran over to Lavender's trunk and pulled out a garter belt.
"This could cover it." She said.
Lavender snatched it from her hand.
"No! I don't want her to bleed all over my garter!" she cried.
There was a chuckle from the door.
"Ginny, what wonderful timing you have." Hermione said, grinning at her.
"I was just going to ask if you wanted to play chess, but I can see you've got other plans."
"Oh, I'm just... Uh, well you see..." Hermione tried.
"That's okay. I don't think I really want to know anyway." The redhead said with a smirk as she left the room.
Parvarti started tugging the bra different ways to see if she could get it to fit better.
"Maybe we could stuff it?" Lavender asked.
"But what happens when her 'prince charming' takes it off and gets a handful of tissue?" Parvarti asked.
"Hermione, do you think you could tell him to just leave your bra on while you do it?"
An hour later Hermione was heading down to the dungeons. She was surprisingly satisfied with her overall appearance. She wore a simple black, sleeveless shift, with a pearl necklace, and black pumps. It was dressier than what she'd wear to class, but perfect for a nice evening with someone special.
When Hermione reached his door, she looked both ways down the hall as she lifted her hand to knock. Instead of the thick wooden door, her fist came into contact with a long, hooked nose.
Snape leapt back from the open doorway, rubbing his throbbing nose.
"Oh, Prof-"
He slapped a hand over her mouth to cut her off, glaring at her.
He looked around to see if her voice had attracted any students. Luckily, there didn't seem to be anyone around.
Hermione gasped as he wrapped a hand around each of her arms, and hauled her into the room.
The door slammed shut and locked.
TBC...