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A few hours after Pavarti arrived at her house, Hermione studied herself in the mirror. 'Wow, what a difference' she thought, running her hand through her newly straightened hair.
"You like the hair hey? You can keep this straightener, I have a few at home."
"Thanks so much Pavarti." Hermiones makeup was so subtle but changed the look of her face. She had a shear bronze up to her crease, eyeliner smudged at the ends of her eye and mascara. Shimmery pink blush gave her a hint of colour, all she needed to do was grab gloss and go.
"You look gorgeous Hermione, really." Pavarti commented. "Especially your brows."
'Yes.' Hermione thought, running a solitary finger across her now crisp, rounded brows. 'Pavarti had done the impossible, she tamed my eyebrows!'
"But we aren't done yet." Pavarti added a smile on her face.
"We aren't?" Hermione asked confused.
"Of course not silly! There is this thing called shopping."
"Ugh...fine" Hermione said reluctantly. She pulled on her regular striped fleece sweatshirt and baggy jeans, grabbed her purse and keys and headed outside and towards the driveway where Pavarti's silver convertible was parked on an angle. She didn't bother to unlock the door and climbed right over the door and slumped into the seat. Pavarti looked at her like she was crazy, laughed it off and got into the car on the driver's side. She shoved the key into the ignition and pulled the gear back into drive.
"Ready?" she asked.
"For the shopping....er...I guess, for your driving? No. Haha" Hermione replied smiling.
"Er you make me mad" she punched her friend in the arm and laughed again. She stepped on the peddle and they went veering forward.
Hours later they returned from the muggle mall and resided to Hermiones room. They tried on the many outfits that were purchased happily, Hermione not regretting the fact they had gone shopping so much anymore.
"I never knew these actually fit me!" she said studying herself in the mirror.
"Are you kidding me? You have such a great body!" Pavarti replied surprised.
"Really? No....." Hermione asked holding up a pair of black pinstripe pants.
"Yeah...but I gotta be going" Pavarti said lifting herself off the bed and putting down her friends next item of clothing. She hugged Hermione. "I told some mates from the States that are up here visiting I'd meet'em down at Diagon Alley. See yah Hermione!" Pavarti smiled and led herself outside.
When her friend had left, Hermione plopped down on her bed, propped her head up on a pillow and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. She finally decided on a romantic flick. But it didn't matter, she'd probably doze off anyways. Who knew shopping was so tiring?
She awoke to the noise of her phone ringing. Once again she had been awaken from a peaceful dream. After a few rings Hermione picked up the phone. She was surprised to hear Pavarti's voice on the other end.
"Pavarti?"
"Yeah...hey."
"Why do you sound so weird?"
"My ribs are a little sore."
"Why......?"
"Well see...can you bring me some doughnuts...the food here is awful."
"The food where?!"
"At the hospital?"
"At the hospital!!??"
"Yeah...anyways those doughnuts..."
"Why are you at the hospital?"
"Can we talk about it later? I'm starving!"
"Ugh. Fine be there soon."
"Thanks – and remember those doughnuts"
"Wait, what room are you in?"
"164, down in the emergency wing."
"Ok. See yah then hun."
Harry glanced down at his watch. It was now noon and the
Dursleys hadn't woken up yet. Or at least that's what they wanted him to believe.
"Why don't you go up and check on them....." Dumbledore suggested, a
twinkle in his eye. He was obviously suspecting the same plot as
Harry.
"Ah professer what an extraordinary idea." Harry said mounting the stairs. Then leaning back so he could see the Headmaster through the doorway, he added." I do believe they will be down soon." Dumbledore chuckled and he continued up the stairs. Harry rounded the corner and headed down the hall towards his aunt and uncles bedroom. He had no doubt they weren't in there. He took the handle on the door and slowly turned it to the right pushing slowly as he went. The room was dark. Flipping on a light he slammed the door closed.
"Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon?" he asked trying to sound innocent.
"Boy, what are you doing in here?" his Uncle Vernon replied all to quickly and shakily to be believable.
"Oh, I just thought that perhaps you and Aunt Petunia would like to have some of the crumpets and tea I have ready downstairs." Harry suggested. He had to hold his tongue when the lump that was at the bottom of their bed moved, obviously interested at the mention of food.
"No, I rather think it is too early." His Aunt Petunia said quickly sitting bolt upright in bed.
"But Aunt Petunia, it is noon, you are usually up far earlier than this!" he complained.
"We are sleeping in." she said sternly.
Harry sighed. "There is a wizard downstairs. The Headmaster of my school actually. I think you want to meet this WIZARD" he said, his voice raising to emphasize the word wizard.
"Shut your mouth boy, we don't need the neighbours hearing. Dudley – out of there." She said poking at the lump that had resided at the foot of the bed once again. It moved towards the end of the sheets and its ugly head popped out. Harry left the room humming on the way down to the front room.
"They'll be down soon Professor." He said to the grey wizard.
Draco watched as the hospital attendants wheeled another victim into
the stall beside
him. He moved the curtains to get a better look. It was obviously
someone who had been in a car
accident. She wasn't horribly wrecked he noticed, but like him had a
broken leg, and her torso
was wrapped in gauze. It was easy to tell there was some bleeding,
but the nurses were sure
she would be ok. The girl turned her head towards Draco, she could
obviously tell someone was
looking at her. Draco jerked back in surprise. "Pavarti?"
"Malfoy? What are you doing in here?"
He didn't want to admit to her that he had fainted out of nowhere. "I fell, I broke my leg" he lied. "What did you do?"
"I was coming back from Hermiones on my way to Diagon alley" Dracos stomach flip flopped at the mention of Hermiones name. What was that about? "Crashed into a car that swerved out of their lane."
At this point a flustered girl came rushing into their ward. She basically threw her purse and key onto the bedside table in between Draco and Pavarti and kneeled beside her friend. She handed her a box of doughnuts and kissed the top of her head.
"I got here ast fast as I could Pavarti, are you ok?!" She looked towards Pavarti's leg. "Broken?" She asked.
"Yep." Pavarti answered shoving a doughnut into her mouth. "Thanks for being her 'Mione. I hope this wasn't too much trouble."
"No, never."
So "she" was Hermione. Wow, she had changed a lot Draco thought. She was beautiful, beautiful he thought, but still the enemy.
Hermione turned around feeling eyes on her back. "Malfoy!?"
"Funny," he said coolly," I got the same reception from your friend."
"Why are you here?!"
He pointed to his leg. "Notice the cast?"
"Oh."
She turned back to Pavarti. "Get some rest ok? I'll stay here – just
over there." She pointed to a waiting chair in the corner of the room.
"God you sound like the nurses." Pavarti said jokingly. "Thanks
for staying 'Mione, it means a lot."
Hermione replied laughing, "Like I'd actually leave you here".
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A few hours after Pavarti arrived at her house, Hermione studied herself in the mirror. 'Wow, what a difference' she thought, running her hand through her newly straightened hair.
"You like the hair hey? You can keep this straightener, I have a few at home."
"Thanks so much Pavarti." Hermiones makeup was so subtle but changed the look of her face. She had a shear bronze up to her crease, eyeliner smudged at the ends of her eye and mascara. Shimmery pink blush gave her a hint of colour, all she needed to do was grab gloss and go.
"You look gorgeous Hermione, really." Pavarti commented. "Especially your brows."
'Yes.' Hermione thought, running a solitary finger across her now crisp, rounded brows. 'Pavarti had done the impossible, she tamed my eyebrows!'
"But we aren't done yet." Pavarti added a smile on her face.
"We aren't?" Hermione asked confused.
"Of course not silly! There is this thing called shopping."
"Ugh...fine" Hermione said reluctantly. She pulled on her regular striped fleece sweatshirt and baggy jeans, grabbed her purse and keys and headed outside and towards the driveway where Pavarti's silver convertible was parked on an angle. She didn't bother to unlock the door and climbed right over the door and slumped into the seat. Pavarti looked at her like she was crazy, laughed it off and got into the car on the driver's side. She shoved the key into the ignition and pulled the gear back into drive.
"Ready?" she asked.
"For the shopping....er...I guess, for your driving? No. Haha" Hermione replied smiling.
"Er you make me mad" she punched her friend in the arm and laughed again. She stepped on the peddle and they went veering forward.
Hours later they returned from the muggle mall and resided to Hermiones room. They tried on the many outfits that were purchased happily, Hermione not regretting the fact they had gone shopping so much anymore.
"I never knew these actually fit me!" she said studying herself in the mirror.
"Are you kidding me? You have such a great body!" Pavarti replied surprised.
"Really? No....." Hermione asked holding up a pair of black pinstripe pants.
"Yeah...but I gotta be going" Pavarti said lifting herself off the bed and putting down her friends next item of clothing. She hugged Hermione. "I told some mates from the States that are up here visiting I'd meet'em down at Diagon Alley. See yah Hermione!" Pavarti smiled and led herself outside.
When her friend had left, Hermione plopped down on her bed, propped her head up on a pillow and grabbed the remote to turn on the TV. She finally decided on a romantic flick. But it didn't matter, she'd probably doze off anyways. Who knew shopping was so tiring?
She awoke to the noise of her phone ringing. Once again she had been awaken from a peaceful dream. After a few rings Hermione picked up the phone. She was surprised to hear Pavarti's voice on the other end.
"Pavarti?"
"Yeah...hey."
"Why do you sound so weird?"
"My ribs are a little sore."
"Why......?"
"Well see...can you bring me some doughnuts...the food here is awful."
"The food where?!"
"At the hospital?"
"At the hospital!!??"
"Yeah...anyways those doughnuts..."
"Why are you at the hospital?"
"Can we talk about it later? I'm starving!"
"Ugh. Fine be there soon."
"Thanks – and remember those doughnuts"
"Wait, what room are you in?"
"164, down in the emergency wing."
"Ok. See yah then hun."
Harry glanced down at his watch. It was now noon and the
Dursleys hadn't woken up yet. Or at least that's what they wanted him to believe.
"Why don't you go up and check on them....." Dumbledore suggested, a
twinkle in his eye. He was obviously suspecting the same plot as
Harry.
"Ah professer what an extraordinary idea." Harry said mounting the stairs. Then leaning back so he could see the Headmaster through the doorway, he added." I do believe they will be down soon." Dumbledore chuckled and he continued up the stairs. Harry rounded the corner and headed down the hall towards his aunt and uncles bedroom. He had no doubt they weren't in there. He took the handle on the door and slowly turned it to the right pushing slowly as he went. The room was dark. Flipping on a light he slammed the door closed.
"Aunt Petunia? Uncle Vernon?" he asked trying to sound innocent.
"Boy, what are you doing in here?" his Uncle Vernon replied all to quickly and shakily to be believable.
"Oh, I just thought that perhaps you and Aunt Petunia would like to have some of the crumpets and tea I have ready downstairs." Harry suggested. He had to hold his tongue when the lump that was at the bottom of their bed moved, obviously interested at the mention of food.
"No, I rather think it is too early." His Aunt Petunia said quickly sitting bolt upright in bed.
"But Aunt Petunia, it is noon, you are usually up far earlier than this!" he complained.
"We are sleeping in." she said sternly.
Harry sighed. "There is a wizard downstairs. The Headmaster of my school actually. I think you want to meet this WIZARD" he said, his voice raising to emphasize the word wizard.
"Shut your mouth boy, we don't need the neighbours hearing. Dudley – out of there." She said poking at the lump that had resided at the foot of the bed once again. It moved towards the end of the sheets and its ugly head popped out. Harry left the room humming on the way down to the front room.
"They'll be down soon Professor." He said to the grey wizard.
Draco watched as the hospital attendants wheeled another victim into
the stall beside
him. He moved the curtains to get a better look. It was obviously
someone who had been in a car
accident. She wasn't horribly wrecked he noticed, but like him had a
broken leg, and her torso
was wrapped in gauze. It was easy to tell there was some bleeding,
but the nurses were sure
she would be ok. The girl turned her head towards Draco, she could
obviously tell someone was
looking at her. Draco jerked back in surprise. "Pavarti?"
"Malfoy? What are you doing in here?"
He didn't want to admit to her that he had fainted out of nowhere. "I fell, I broke my leg" he lied. "What did you do?"
"I was coming back from Hermiones on my way to Diagon alley" Dracos stomach flip flopped at the mention of Hermiones name. What was that about? "Crashed into a car that swerved out of their lane."
At this point a flustered girl came rushing into their ward. She basically threw her purse and key onto the bedside table in between Draco and Pavarti and kneeled beside her friend. She handed her a box of doughnuts and kissed the top of her head.
"I got here ast fast as I could Pavarti, are you ok?!" She looked towards Pavarti's leg. "Broken?" She asked.
"Yep." Pavarti answered shoving a doughnut into her mouth. "Thanks for being her 'Mione. I hope this wasn't too much trouble."
"No, never."
So "she" was Hermione. Wow, she had changed a lot Draco thought. She was beautiful, beautiful he thought, but still the enemy.
Hermione turned around feeling eyes on her back. "Malfoy!?"
"Funny," he said coolly," I got the same reception from your friend."
"Why are you here?!"
He pointed to his leg. "Notice the cast?"
"Oh."
She turned back to Pavarti. "Get some rest ok? I'll stay here – just
over there." She pointed to a waiting chair in the corner of the room.
"God you sound like the nurses." Pavarti said jokingly. "Thanks
for staying 'Mione, it means a lot."
Hermione replied laughing, "Like I'd actually leave you here".