A/N : Just so we're all clear, the only characters I own are Breena and
Sorcha. I don't really need to post this every chapter do I? Anyway, read
on.
Sorcha sat in her bedroom, in front of a mirror with her spell book open to the page on image bewitching. She wondered exactly what it was that made her so unattractive. She straightened her hair, made it shiny, curled the ends under, and added some highlights. She wasn't sure that would help much, so she stood back to look at her whole self in the mirror.
"I wonder," Sorcha said outloud. She flipped a few pages in the book and muttered some words. In no time at all her breasts were fuller and perkier, and her stomach was not only flat but more toned as well. Her face was thinner and her legs looked a little longer. She could hear the others entering the common room so she quickly closed the spell book and headed down to see Ron.
"Better?" She asked, flouncing in a chair. When his eyes almost fell out of his head as he recognized her, she laughed. He nodded his head. "Thank you," she said.
"That's incredible," Ron croaked. He blushed. "I mean, not that there was anything wrong to begin with."
"That's really remarkable," Harry admitted, "But Ron's right, there really wasn't anything wrong to begin with."
"Well, thank you, but I think it was time that I grew up a little," Sorcha admitted.
"Did Hermione find you?" Harry asked, "She went to look for you."
"No, I haven't seen her," Sorcha admitted, "But I think it's time for Transfiguration."
* * *
"And Draco promised me we'd always be together," Pansy continued. Hermione had to fight to not roll her eyes. Pansy hadn't stopped talking for the last fourty minutes. They were both twenty minutes late to class, and Hermione was getting the idea that they weren't going to make it at all.
"He promised, and he said he loved me," Pansy went on, between sobs. "And so I gave him my virginity before we left for the summer, and then he didn't send one owl all of summer vacation. He would show up at my house randomly, late at night and sneak into my bedroom, so we could s-"
"Draco must be good in bed," Myrtle broke in. Pansy blushed.
"Well," Pansy admitted, a fair shade of pink.
"I gave my virginity to that nasty Tom Riddle. He was always making me come down to the prefect's lounge after curfew, just so we could do it. I told him after a while that I didn't want to anymore, and then he got mean and started calling me a filthy mudblood," Myrtle was interuppted not by her own sobs, but by Pansy's.
"Draco's going to hate me because I'm a mudblood," She wailed. "Everyone in Slytherin will."
"I'm sure they won't hate you," Hermione said. Pansy glared. "Besides, I thought it was a secret. I'm not going to tell anyone, so they won't find out unless you tell them."
"Oh, Hermione, you're so smart!" Pansy exclaimed, throwing her arms around Hermione. Hermione patted Pansy's back. The two girls stood up and Pansy dried her eyes.
"Come back and visit," Myrtle begged, "This was ever so much fun."
"Bye Myrtle," Pansy waved. Hermione waved also.
"See you later, Myrtle," Hermione said. The two girls started walking. "Well, Pansy, I have to go this way," Hermione said.
"Alright. Thank you again, Hermione. You're so nice," Pansy said. She gave Hermione another hug, then hurried in the opposite direction. Hermione shook herself alittle unsure of what had just transpired, but then she quickly hurried to her common room.
* * *
"Who's that with Ron?" Hermione asked, a few days later. She and Harry were sitting in a courtyard, writing an essay for Professor Flitwick's class. Harry looked up and squinted at his friend, across the courtyard from where he and Hermione were working.
"That's Sorcha," Harry explained. "She ran back to her dorm after breakfast and transformed herself."
"She didn't!" Hermione gasped. "I hope she wasn't terribly insulted, Ron was really rude to her."
"Somehow I don't think she really took it to heart. It doesn't seem to have put much of a damper on their friendship," Harry commented, watching as the two sat next to eachother on a bench.
"Well, maybe she needed the boost of confidence, but it seems as though there could have been another way," Hermione admitted, wishing the girl hadn't felt the need to alter her physical appearance.
"Hermione, you have to admit, she was rather, er," Harry paused, not sure which word to choose.
"Plain. She was just plain, Harry. She certainly wasn't unattractive, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being normal-looking," Hermione gathered her belongings as she felt tears rising up. She hurried out of the courtyard and right into the arms of none other than Draco Malfoy.
Sorcha sat in her bedroom, in front of a mirror with her spell book open to the page on image bewitching. She wondered exactly what it was that made her so unattractive. She straightened her hair, made it shiny, curled the ends under, and added some highlights. She wasn't sure that would help much, so she stood back to look at her whole self in the mirror.
"I wonder," Sorcha said outloud. She flipped a few pages in the book and muttered some words. In no time at all her breasts were fuller and perkier, and her stomach was not only flat but more toned as well. Her face was thinner and her legs looked a little longer. She could hear the others entering the common room so she quickly closed the spell book and headed down to see Ron.
"Better?" She asked, flouncing in a chair. When his eyes almost fell out of his head as he recognized her, she laughed. He nodded his head. "Thank you," she said.
"That's incredible," Ron croaked. He blushed. "I mean, not that there was anything wrong to begin with."
"That's really remarkable," Harry admitted, "But Ron's right, there really wasn't anything wrong to begin with."
"Well, thank you, but I think it was time that I grew up a little," Sorcha admitted.
"Did Hermione find you?" Harry asked, "She went to look for you."
"No, I haven't seen her," Sorcha admitted, "But I think it's time for Transfiguration."
* * *
"And Draco promised me we'd always be together," Pansy continued. Hermione had to fight to not roll her eyes. Pansy hadn't stopped talking for the last fourty minutes. They were both twenty minutes late to class, and Hermione was getting the idea that they weren't going to make it at all.
"He promised, and he said he loved me," Pansy went on, between sobs. "And so I gave him my virginity before we left for the summer, and then he didn't send one owl all of summer vacation. He would show up at my house randomly, late at night and sneak into my bedroom, so we could s-"
"Draco must be good in bed," Myrtle broke in. Pansy blushed.
"Well," Pansy admitted, a fair shade of pink.
"I gave my virginity to that nasty Tom Riddle. He was always making me come down to the prefect's lounge after curfew, just so we could do it. I told him after a while that I didn't want to anymore, and then he got mean and started calling me a filthy mudblood," Myrtle was interuppted not by her own sobs, but by Pansy's.
"Draco's going to hate me because I'm a mudblood," She wailed. "Everyone in Slytherin will."
"I'm sure they won't hate you," Hermione said. Pansy glared. "Besides, I thought it was a secret. I'm not going to tell anyone, so they won't find out unless you tell them."
"Oh, Hermione, you're so smart!" Pansy exclaimed, throwing her arms around Hermione. Hermione patted Pansy's back. The two girls stood up and Pansy dried her eyes.
"Come back and visit," Myrtle begged, "This was ever so much fun."
"Bye Myrtle," Pansy waved. Hermione waved also.
"See you later, Myrtle," Hermione said. The two girls started walking. "Well, Pansy, I have to go this way," Hermione said.
"Alright. Thank you again, Hermione. You're so nice," Pansy said. She gave Hermione another hug, then hurried in the opposite direction. Hermione shook herself alittle unsure of what had just transpired, but then she quickly hurried to her common room.
* * *
"Who's that with Ron?" Hermione asked, a few days later. She and Harry were sitting in a courtyard, writing an essay for Professor Flitwick's class. Harry looked up and squinted at his friend, across the courtyard from where he and Hermione were working.
"That's Sorcha," Harry explained. "She ran back to her dorm after breakfast and transformed herself."
"She didn't!" Hermione gasped. "I hope she wasn't terribly insulted, Ron was really rude to her."
"Somehow I don't think she really took it to heart. It doesn't seem to have put much of a damper on their friendship," Harry commented, watching as the two sat next to eachother on a bench.
"Well, maybe she needed the boost of confidence, but it seems as though there could have been another way," Hermione admitted, wishing the girl hadn't felt the need to alter her physical appearance.
"Hermione, you have to admit, she was rather, er," Harry paused, not sure which word to choose.
"Plain. She was just plain, Harry. She certainly wasn't unattractive, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with being normal-looking," Hermione gathered her belongings as she felt tears rising up. She hurried out of the courtyard and right into the arms of none other than Draco Malfoy.