Bad Girl II

Disclaimer: I don't own anything related to Harry Potter. Any references to Jason Isaacs that you recognize were intentional and i don't own any of that content either. Same for previous chapters.

Hermione was sitting in an empty compartment, playing with her Barbies.

"Now, Ken, I know you and Barbie broke up, because she cheated on you with that bitch, Midge, but you must try to get back with her, you understand? Kelly can't grow up without a father." She mused while putting Barbie and Ken in naughty poses.

Suddenly (or maybe not so suddenly, because we couldn't really expect Hermione's friends not to go looking for her) the compartment door opened, and Harry, Ginny and Ron were standing at the entrance.

"Hermione, what the bloody hell happened to you?!"

For Hermione, realizing that her bad-ass Goth look would not work after her public humiliation, went for a new image: slutty schoolgirl. Her outfit was complete with a short pleated plaid skirt, a white tight blouse (again, without a bra – revealing much more then the previous one), knee socks and white sneakers. Her hair was also back to brown, now complete with blonde highlights and it was put into two braids on the top of her head with two puffy things at the ends.

"What are you talking about? It's not like your outfits are any less strange and out of character!" She exclaimed loudly.

And she was right – the author, bored and twisted minded put Ginny in the stereotypical cowboy slut outfit (crocheted halter top – you now, the one with giant holes in them; a denim skirt which might have been mistaken for a belt; and cowboy hat and boots. Oh and she had gum) and both Harry and Ron seemed to discover their inner gay pimp over the summer and were dressed in latex pants and t-shirts of different colors that pronounced 'I'm not gay, but my boyfriend is!'. They were holding hands and glancing at each other quite adoringly.

"We weren't talking about that – I actually quite like your outfit, we were just concerned because we heard voices coming from here earlier." Noted Ginny as she lazily blew a giant bubble from her mouth.

"Oh, well..." stammered Hermione as she quickly transfigured her dolls into books – because conveniently enough none of the new arrivals noticed anything yet. "I was just practicing some spells! See?" she said as she got out her wand.

She mumbled something incoherent, and flicked her wand. Suddenly, the compartment was filled with sweet music of Britney Spears' Hit Me Baby One More Time. Harry and the Weasleys glanced at Hermione incredulously as she did a couple of dance moves, but noting their glanced, stopped herself and the music.

Harry and Ron sat down, but Ron somehow ended up in Harry's lap, and was now giving him a subtle lap dance. Ginny sat down next to them, across from Hermione and was still glancing at her worryingly.

"So is there anything I should know about... them?" Hermione took a stab at breaking the silence.

"No, nothing at all, m'dear!" Ginny noted as she resumed chewing her gum. "But what is this rumor I hear about you going Goth?"

"Oh that's just silly! Why would I do something so out of character?!" said Hermione indignantly (because she decided not to mention the Goth fiasco to anyone any time soon), glancing down at her outfit and then making sure the door was closed. "Do you seriously believe everything you hear?" She turned to Harry and Ron for support, but they were a little bit busy, turned back to Ginny, blushing.

"Well, I've heard accounts of 413 people, the author, and picture proof too, but if you say so..."

"Well, that settles that!"

Hermione would have rambled on further, but she was interrupted by the compartment door sliding open once again. This time, in sight, stood Draco Malfoy, dressed in a sequined frock, with his hair shoulder-length and untamed beautifully.

Hermione looked around, searching for signs of surprise from her mates, but Ginny seemed indifferent, and Harry and Ron were still too pre-occupied to notice anything.

"Malfoy! What the hell?"

"What, Granger? You don't like it? Father recommended it..."

"Malfoy! It's a bloody dress!"

"This isn't a dress, it's a sequined sensation! And actually, as pleasant as this exchange has been, I've come for Potter. Oy, Potter, outside now, you dirty slut!"

Harry, awoken from his orgasmic session with Ron, snapped up as if by magic, and followed Draco outside, who didn't bother closing the door behind them. Ron took no notice of Harry disappearing and just sat quietly in the corner, rocking back and forth, chanting "my preciousss". Hermione, the only one who has read Lord of the Rings, threw worrying glances at him, but decided she didn't really care and started listening to the exchange outside.

"Why haven't you called?" implored Draco shrilly.

"Because you don't have a fucking phone in your manor, and your dad would kill you" answered Harry calmly.

"No he wouldn't! Remember, last time you were visiting, he walked in on us doing naughty stuff. And he didn't kill us, he joined us! And what the hell were you doing with the Weasel in there".

Harry mumbled something that Hermione couldn't hear, but whatever it was, it was followed by a slapping sound. "Just remember, Potter. You'll always be my bitch."

Hermione glanced at Harry incredulously as he retuned, but said nothing. Harry, in turn, mentioned nothing, and just sad back down next to Ron and started scratching him behind his ear. Ron stopped chanting and crawled up in Harry's lap, purring.

Suddenly, the handsome stranger and who's arms Hermione fell before on the platform, strode menacingly in the compartment (he was now showing off a nice pair of leather pants which were tight enough for Hermione to be able to tell that this time, he was wearing nothing underneath – well, it could have been a thong, but she didn't wanna go there).

In any case, the stranger swooped down on Hermione, grabbing her in fiery kiss. She was momentarily stunned, her eyes glazed over and her little toe twitching (well, no one could see that, but the author just felt that it was important to point it out to the readers). The stranger unlocked his mouth from hers and slapped her lightly across her face. He then strode out of the compartment as fast as he appeared, this time humming I've Got You Under My Skin. Hermione, now more confused then ever, just sat there with her mouth open.

At that moment, Parvati stormed in and grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of the compartment.

TBC