Title: Beautiful Deception
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Feedback: All comments are appreciated. The more the merrier.
The reflection staring back at her reminded her of the carnivals she used to go to as a child. All she needed was a seltzer bottle and some floppy shoes.
"This is hopeless." Slamming the tube of lipstick back on the dresser, she went back to reading Witch Weekly's beauty section. It was ironic, really. She could do spells that seventh years couldn't even manage, but hand her some mascara and she was lost.
Her face lit up as the solution finally dawned on her. "Wait a minute...a spell! Ugh, how could I have been so stupid?"
Tossing the wretched magazine aside, she grabbed her spell book and looked through the pages for a makeover spell.
"Venustas Reparo!" A tingly feeling prickled all over her skin in what she hoped was a sign that the spell had gone right. Once the sensation ceased, she slowly turned herself to face the mirror, fearing what she might see.
Nothing could have prepared for the sight in front of her. Long, soft waves flowed down in smooth tendrils past her shoulders. Charcoal liner emphasized her warm cocoa eyes, as a light rouge brought out her cheekbones. The idea that the girl standing before was Hermione Granger seemed ludicrous, but the proof was right in front of her eyes. She couldn't suppress the grin that was creeping up on her face.
"Now all I need is a second opinion." Running out into the common room, she looked around for Harry and Ron. Finding neither, she worked up her nerve and headed out of Gryffindor tower, nervously awaiting the reaction of the general Hogwarts population.
She nearly doubled back as she heard Draco talking nearby. "Not one girl in this school is fit enough for a Malfoy. Where am I supposed to find a date for this stupid ball?"
"There's always my sister..." started Goyle.
"The one that looks like a cross between a donkey and toad? Be serious."
Draco was officially the last person she wanted to test her new look on, but it was too late now as his head peaked out from around the corner. Glancing her way, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait right here," he muttered to his cronies as he made his way over to Hermione.
"I don't believe we've met. I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy. And you would be my date for the Yule Ball."
She couldn't keep her eyes from bulging out of her head in complete shock and disgust. Not only did he not recognize her, but also Draco Malfoy, her loathed enemy and self-proclaimed hater of all muggle-borns, had just asked her to the dance. Words were not forming in her mouth.
But Draco seemed completely oblivious. "Well, then. See you here tonight at seven." And with that he continued on his way with Crabbe and Goyle lagging behind.
Hermione just stood there in complete bewilderment. What had just happened? Was she seriously going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy of all people?
Chapter: Two
Pairing: Hermione/Draco
Disclaimer: All characters belong to J.K. Rowling.
Feedback: All comments are appreciated. The more the merrier.
The reflection staring back at her reminded her of the carnivals she used to go to as a child. All she needed was a seltzer bottle and some floppy shoes.
"This is hopeless." Slamming the tube of lipstick back on the dresser, she went back to reading Witch Weekly's beauty section. It was ironic, really. She could do spells that seventh years couldn't even manage, but hand her some mascara and she was lost.
Her face lit up as the solution finally dawned on her. "Wait a minute...a spell! Ugh, how could I have been so stupid?"
Tossing the wretched magazine aside, she grabbed her spell book and looked through the pages for a makeover spell.
"Venustas Reparo!" A tingly feeling prickled all over her skin in what she hoped was a sign that the spell had gone right. Once the sensation ceased, she slowly turned herself to face the mirror, fearing what she might see.
Nothing could have prepared for the sight in front of her. Long, soft waves flowed down in smooth tendrils past her shoulders. Charcoal liner emphasized her warm cocoa eyes, as a light rouge brought out her cheekbones. The idea that the girl standing before was Hermione Granger seemed ludicrous, but the proof was right in front of her eyes. She couldn't suppress the grin that was creeping up on her face.
"Now all I need is a second opinion." Running out into the common room, she looked around for Harry and Ron. Finding neither, she worked up her nerve and headed out of Gryffindor tower, nervously awaiting the reaction of the general Hogwarts population.
She nearly doubled back as she heard Draco talking nearby. "Not one girl in this school is fit enough for a Malfoy. Where am I supposed to find a date for this stupid ball?"
"There's always my sister..." started Goyle.
"The one that looks like a cross between a donkey and toad? Be serious."
Draco was officially the last person she wanted to test her new look on, but it was too late now as his head peaked out from around the corner. Glancing her way, he stopped dead in his tracks. "Wait right here," he muttered to his cronies as he made his way over to Hermione.
"I don't believe we've met. I'm Malfoy...Draco Malfoy. And you would be my date for the Yule Ball."
She couldn't keep her eyes from bulging out of her head in complete shock and disgust. Not only did he not recognize her, but also Draco Malfoy, her loathed enemy and self-proclaimed hater of all muggle-borns, had just asked her to the dance. Words were not forming in her mouth.
But Draco seemed completely oblivious. "Well, then. See you here tonight at seven." And with that he continued on his way with Crabbe and Goyle lagging behind.
Hermione just stood there in complete bewilderment. What had just happened? Was she seriously going to the Yule Ball with Draco Malfoy of all people?