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Survival of the Fittest
Ch.3- About Jacqui
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"I mean you should have heard her. I wouldn't have been surprised if venom
suddenly spat from her mouth. 'You'd better watch your step, Mudblood," said
Hermione as she and Ginny walked down the pathways outside. The trees were
already beginning to turn combinations of crimson and gold. A light breeze gently
kissed their exposed skin, and the sun remained consistently hidden behind grey
clouds.
"Mm-hmm. And what exactly were you doing just before she said this?" her
friend asked with patronizing sarcasm. Hermione at least had the decency to blush.
"I was helping your brother with his homework."
"So she walked down the stairs, saw you two slaving over a piece of parchment,
and said that?" Her voice revealed that she knew that there was something Hermione
wasn't saying.
"Well... It was Ron's fault. He wouldn't let me borrow his quill, so I stole it, and
well he just wouldn't let it go," she tried to explain, but Ginny just stared at her, not even
bothering to say the obvious. Hermione was being an idiot. If it hadn't been for the fact
that the Weasley glare was being used on her she would have laughed. Ginny looked
remarkably like her mother at that moment.
"She still called me a Mudblood." Hermione protested against the glare.
"I know, and that wasn't nice, but she was probably pissed off. Anyway, since it's
Friday we're having our girls night out. So be nice, promise?" Ginny reasoned with
Hermione.
"Promise," she said as she rethought everything that she did. 'Jacqui's actions
were probably justified...even if only a little.' Hermione concluded.
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The Gryffindor Common Room
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"Eeeeehhhhh!!!" Ginny squealed in excitement at the romance story that was
being read by Jacqui's Wishtring, a small teddy-bear like creature that read whatever
book was placed in its hands.
"That was overly depressing and unrealistic." Hermione said, reflecting.
"I thought it was utterly romantic," Ginny gushed as she shoved yet another
chocolate frog in her mouth, "Even if William Shakespeare was a muggle."
"Actually there were rumors during that time period between both muggles and
wizards, that he might have been a wizard, squib, mudblood, or muggle. Completely
unsubstantiated, mind you. But to think that something this romantic could come from
anyone is amazing. Hermione, it isn't about being realistic, although it is quite
depressing, it shows that people will do anything for love." Jacqui commented.
"True but no one could actually believe in love at first site...or that fast at least."
Hermione said...even though she didn't agree...she knew she loved Ron since the
moment she first set eyes on him, realizing it had been another matter entirely.
"Maybe you don't...but I do." Jacqui smiled dreamily as she said it and then
turned to Ginny, "I've believed since the first moment I saw, Ron."
Ginny giggled, "So how did he ask you out anyway?"
"Well, we were walking down the hallway on the first day...then he pulled me into
an empty classroom. I didn't know what was going to happen. He was all nervous and
passed back and forth between the window and me and then spat out a bunch of
unrecognizable words. I then asked him to repeat himself and then he walked straight
up to me and took my hands in his, looked into my eyes and said, 'Jacqui will you go out
with me?' Of course I said yes and we kissed. Oh it was sooo romantic!" Jacqui
squealed.
"Oh...I didn't know my brother could be so romantic." Ginny said.
"It's not that great," Hermione muttered to herself. "What do you like the most
about Ron?" She asked Jacqui.
"Oh he's sooo cute when he's confused, but it's his stupidity that makes me love
him. Not that he is stupid...but he says the cutest things." Jacqui said giggling and
clasping her hands together, with a dreamy expression on her face.
"Ohhh..." Ginny cried. Then they started a conversation about a fifth year in one
of Ginny's classes that she had a crush on now. "I honestly couldn't think of a person
that I'd rather have dating my brother."
'Wow...I guess I'm not the only one attracted to Ron's stupidity.' Hermione
thought as Jacqui all of a sudden looked over at her and gave her a knowing look, 'It's
almost as if she can read minds.' Hermione thought as the night went on. The subject
however faded quickly from her consciousness as she proceeded to enjoy the rest of
her night with Ginny and Jacqui.
As the Halloween festivities approached, things had still not improved. Not only
that, Hermione was beginning to think that she was going insane. Every time that she
was in a room with Jacqui and one of her friends the girl would be so sweet that
Hermione could swear that she felt a tooth ache coming on. If it weren't for the gut
feeling and the words that the blond had said to her that night in the common room, she
would have sworn that she was imagining the whole thing. That was course until one
day when Hermione got the crazy idea into her head that she could be beautiful.
It all started one day when she overheard Lavender and Parvati talking about
Gryffindor's newest star. "...And her eyes. They always look so big."
"I just don't get it," she had promptly blurted out. Both girls turned around and
looked at her as if she had just sprouted horns. "I mean, I know that she has the perfect
body, but it isn't like any of us are hags, yet Jacqui's the one who receives the
attention."
"It's because she's an artist," answered Parvati, thoughtfully. Hermione almost
scoffed upon seeing the expression on the normally frivolous girl.
"What?!?"
Lavender chose to continue for her friend. Not for the first time she wondered
whether the two shared a brain. "An artist. Look, most girls have one thing that makes
them stand out. For me, it's make-up. I know how to do it like nobodies business.
Parvati has great fashion sense, and you have perfect skin. Don't deny that you take
care of it, I've shared a room with you for over five years now. But Jacqui, she's in
charge of all of these aspects and more. That's why she's an artist. She shapes her
body to perfection."
"And she doesn't mind losing the extra sleep that it takes to do it," added Parvati.
"So it's not her, but what she uses?"
"Well if she used blue eye-shadow it wouldn't work. She knows what she's
doing. And there's the confidence factor. She doesn't expect people to say things
about her appearance so they don't." They made it sound so easy, but, knowing those
two, they had spent the entirety of their time at Hogwarts coming up with that theory.
Her doubts over Parvati's and Lavender's mental abilities didn't stop her from
getting up early the next day, however. She got out the make-up case and bustier that
her mother had packed away in her trunks, wishing, against all odds, that her daughter
would follow in her footsteps. Hermione had always possessed some kind of mutual
embarrassment with her mother over their different priorities. Her mother was a fashion
queen, stiletto heels and a copy of Vogue no more than an arm's length away.
She painted her face like she did her homework, meticulously. She used a
charmed iron to straighten her hair so that the gingered brown mass fell delicately past
her shoulders and framed her face. She even wore a skirt that reached a few inches up
and over her knees. She smiled at the mirror as she added a final touch of lipstick,
remembering that the whole thing could go to rot if she didn't have the confidence to
back it up.
Even though she had risen an hour before everyone else she was late arriving
for breakfast. Her friends were already situated at their table. For a second no one
seemed to notice anything was amiss when she sat down next to them. Then they
suddenly stopped talking and turned to her.
"Um, 'Mione?"
"Yes Ron?" she replied, a smile creeping up on to her lips. He was staring at
her, his mouth open.
"You look weird." Hermione felt tears come to her eyes as her stomach
bottomed out. Both Ginny and Jacqui elbowed the red-headed idiot. "I mean different."
Ginny continued to glare at him. "Nice. NICE."
"Don't be a prat Ron. But I must admit Hermione that I prefer your usual hair.
The largess of it helps even out the other more predominant features of your face." For
a few seconds Hermione just opened and closed her mouth, trying to figure out if the girl
had just said what she thought she had. Taking a deep breath she pushed herself up
from the table and proceeded to stalk out of the room. Harry, however, followed her to
the door.
"Hermione, wait up!" he panted.
"What is it?" she spat, turning around to face him.
"I know we aren't related by blood, but you think of me as a brother, right?"
"Yes," she answered warily, wondering where the conversation was going.
"Then would you go and change if I asked you to."
"No!"
"I thought not," he sighed turned around. Hermione stepped out through the
doorway.
"Is Granger upset?" drawled a voice to her side.
"Stuff it Malfoy. I am really not in the mood," she said, taking her time to
annunciate every single syllable.
"Upset that someone else has finally noticed the Weasel."
"I said, stuff it ferret." She stepped closer to the pale snake.
"Honestly, I'm rather relieved that someone has realized my cousin for the
manipulative bitch she is."
"What did you just say?"
"Or didn't the Gryffindor princess tell you that she was related to the Malfoys.
True, most wizarding families are in one way or another, but she spent the summer with
us. Momma thought she was an absolute darling, but she made my life a living hell.
She took some perverse pleasure in doing things and then getting me in trouble. It was
three months of absolute hell."
"May I ask what the point of this conversation is?"
"The point is that you want Weasley," she opened her mouth to interrupt him but
he continued, regardless. "There's not point denying it although why you would want
him is a completely different question. You two have been in Slytherin betting books
since second year. I actually lost twenty galleons when you didn't come to school
knocked up, this year."
"Once again I'm waiting for a point."
"I want to get even with my cousin, and I can think of no better way of getting
even with her than getting her boyfriend to dump her."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" scowled Hermione, more upset that
Draco had succeeded where she had failed than anything else.
"Make him jealous," his lips twitched into an utterly devious smile.
"You know that you're evil," she replied, her face straight.
"Did I ever say that I wasn't? In fact I remember saying that I was, repeatedly."
"Just making sure you know. You do make a rather tempting offer."
"Then perhaps we should go and discuss it more?"
"Perhaps," she responded, arching her eyebrows and placing her arm in his,
walking down the corridor to discuss their plans.
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Survival of the Fittest
Ch.3- About Jacqui
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"I mean you should have heard her. I wouldn't have been surprised if venom
suddenly spat from her mouth. 'You'd better watch your step, Mudblood," said
Hermione as she and Ginny walked down the pathways outside. The trees were
already beginning to turn combinations of crimson and gold. A light breeze gently
kissed their exposed skin, and the sun remained consistently hidden behind grey
clouds.
"Mm-hmm. And what exactly were you doing just before she said this?" her
friend asked with patronizing sarcasm. Hermione at least had the decency to blush.
"I was helping your brother with his homework."
"So she walked down the stairs, saw you two slaving over a piece of parchment,
and said that?" Her voice revealed that she knew that there was something Hermione
wasn't saying.
"Well... It was Ron's fault. He wouldn't let me borrow his quill, so I stole it, and
well he just wouldn't let it go," she tried to explain, but Ginny just stared at her, not even
bothering to say the obvious. Hermione was being an idiot. If it hadn't been for the fact
that the Weasley glare was being used on her she would have laughed. Ginny looked
remarkably like her mother at that moment.
"She still called me a Mudblood." Hermione protested against the glare.
"I know, and that wasn't nice, but she was probably pissed off. Anyway, since it's
Friday we're having our girls night out. So be nice, promise?" Ginny reasoned with
Hermione.
"Promise," she said as she rethought everything that she did. 'Jacqui's actions
were probably justified...even if only a little.' Hermione concluded.
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"Eeeeehhhhh!!!" Ginny squealed in excitement at the romance story that was
being read by Jacqui's Wishtring, a small teddy-bear like creature that read whatever
book was placed in its hands.
"That was overly depressing and unrealistic." Hermione said, reflecting.
"I thought it was utterly romantic," Ginny gushed as she shoved yet another
chocolate frog in her mouth, "Even if William Shakespeare was a muggle."
"Actually there were rumors during that time period between both muggles and
wizards, that he might have been a wizard, squib, mudblood, or muggle. Completely
unsubstantiated, mind you. But to think that something this romantic could come from
anyone is amazing. Hermione, it isn't about being realistic, although it is quite
depressing, it shows that people will do anything for love." Jacqui commented.
"True but no one could actually believe in love at first site...or that fast at least."
Hermione said...even though she didn't agree...she knew she loved Ron since the
moment she first set eyes on him, realizing it had been another matter entirely.
"Maybe you don't...but I do." Jacqui smiled dreamily as she said it and then
turned to Ginny, "I've believed since the first moment I saw, Ron."
Ginny giggled, "So how did he ask you out anyway?"
"Well, we were walking down the hallway on the first day...then he pulled me into
an empty classroom. I didn't know what was going to happen. He was all nervous and
passed back and forth between the window and me and then spat out a bunch of
unrecognizable words. I then asked him to repeat himself and then he walked straight
up to me and took my hands in his, looked into my eyes and said, 'Jacqui will you go out
with me?' Of course I said yes and we kissed. Oh it was sooo romantic!" Jacqui
squealed.
"Oh...I didn't know my brother could be so romantic." Ginny said.
"It's not that great," Hermione muttered to herself. "What do you like the most
about Ron?" She asked Jacqui.
"Oh he's sooo cute when he's confused, but it's his stupidity that makes me love
him. Not that he is stupid...but he says the cutest things." Jacqui said giggling and
clasping her hands together, with a dreamy expression on her face.
"Ohhh..." Ginny cried. Then they started a conversation about a fifth year in one
of Ginny's classes that she had a crush on now. "I honestly couldn't think of a person
that I'd rather have dating my brother."
'Wow...I guess I'm not the only one attracted to Ron's stupidity.' Hermione
thought as Jacqui all of a sudden looked over at her and gave her a knowing look, 'It's
almost as if she can read minds.' Hermione thought as the night went on. The subject
however faded quickly from her consciousness as she proceeded to enjoy the rest of
her night with Ginny and Jacqui.
As the Halloween festivities approached, things had still not improved. Not only
that, Hermione was beginning to think that she was going insane. Every time that she
was in a room with Jacqui and one of her friends the girl would be so sweet that
Hermione could swear that she felt a tooth ache coming on. If it weren't for the gut
feeling and the words that the blond had said to her that night in the common room, she
would have sworn that she was imagining the whole thing. That was course until one
day when Hermione got the crazy idea into her head that she could be beautiful.
It all started one day when she overheard Lavender and Parvati talking about
Gryffindor's newest star. "...And her eyes. They always look so big."
"I just don't get it," she had promptly blurted out. Both girls turned around and
looked at her as if she had just sprouted horns. "I mean, I know that she has the perfect
body, but it isn't like any of us are hags, yet Jacqui's the one who receives the
attention."
"It's because she's an artist," answered Parvati, thoughtfully. Hermione almost
scoffed upon seeing the expression on the normally frivolous girl.
"What?!?"
Lavender chose to continue for her friend. Not for the first time she wondered
whether the two shared a brain. "An artist. Look, most girls have one thing that makes
them stand out. For me, it's make-up. I know how to do it like nobodies business.
Parvati has great fashion sense, and you have perfect skin. Don't deny that you take
care of it, I've shared a room with you for over five years now. But Jacqui, she's in
charge of all of these aspects and more. That's why she's an artist. She shapes her
body to perfection."
"And she doesn't mind losing the extra sleep that it takes to do it," added Parvati.
"So it's not her, but what she uses?"
"Well if she used blue eye-shadow it wouldn't work. She knows what she's
doing. And there's the confidence factor. She doesn't expect people to say things
about her appearance so they don't." They made it sound so easy, but, knowing those
two, they had spent the entirety of their time at Hogwarts coming up with that theory.
Her doubts over Parvati's and Lavender's mental abilities didn't stop her from
getting up early the next day, however. She got out the make-up case and bustier that
her mother had packed away in her trunks, wishing, against all odds, that her daughter
would follow in her footsteps. Hermione had always possessed some kind of mutual
embarrassment with her mother over their different priorities. Her mother was a fashion
queen, stiletto heels and a copy of Vogue no more than an arm's length away.
She painted her face like she did her homework, meticulously. She used a
charmed iron to straighten her hair so that the gingered brown mass fell delicately past
her shoulders and framed her face. She even wore a skirt that reached a few inches up
and over her knees. She smiled at the mirror as she added a final touch of lipstick,
remembering that the whole thing could go to rot if she didn't have the confidence to
back it up.
Even though she had risen an hour before everyone else she was late arriving
for breakfast. Her friends were already situated at their table. For a second no one
seemed to notice anything was amiss when she sat down next to them. Then they
suddenly stopped talking and turned to her.
"Um, 'Mione?"
"Yes Ron?" she replied, a smile creeping up on to her lips. He was staring at
her, his mouth open.
"You look weird." Hermione felt tears come to her eyes as her stomach
bottomed out. Both Ginny and Jacqui elbowed the red-headed idiot. "I mean different."
Ginny continued to glare at him. "Nice. NICE."
"Don't be a prat Ron. But I must admit Hermione that I prefer your usual hair.
The largess of it helps even out the other more predominant features of your face." For
a few seconds Hermione just opened and closed her mouth, trying to figure out if the girl
had just said what she thought she had. Taking a deep breath she pushed herself up
from the table and proceeded to stalk out of the room. Harry, however, followed her to
the door.
"Hermione, wait up!" he panted.
"What is it?" she spat, turning around to face him.
"I know we aren't related by blood, but you think of me as a brother, right?"
"Yes," she answered warily, wondering where the conversation was going.
"Then would you go and change if I asked you to."
"No!"
"I thought not," he sighed turned around. Hermione stepped out through the
doorway.
"Is Granger upset?" drawled a voice to her side.
"Stuff it Malfoy. I am really not in the mood," she said, taking her time to
annunciate every single syllable.
"Upset that someone else has finally noticed the Weasel."
"I said, stuff it ferret." She stepped closer to the pale snake.
"Honestly, I'm rather relieved that someone has realized my cousin for the
manipulative bitch she is."
"What did you just say?"
"Or didn't the Gryffindor princess tell you that she was related to the Malfoys.
True, most wizarding families are in one way or another, but she spent the summer with
us. Momma thought she was an absolute darling, but she made my life a living hell.
She took some perverse pleasure in doing things and then getting me in trouble. It was
three months of absolute hell."
"May I ask what the point of this conversation is?"
"The point is that you want Weasley," she opened her mouth to interrupt him but
he continued, regardless. "There's not point denying it although why you would want
him is a completely different question. You two have been in Slytherin betting books
since second year. I actually lost twenty galleons when you didn't come to school
knocked up, this year."
"Once again I'm waiting for a point."
"I want to get even with my cousin, and I can think of no better way of getting
even with her than getting her boyfriend to dump her."
"And how do you suggest we do that?" scowled Hermione, more upset that
Draco had succeeded where she had failed than anything else.
"Make him jealous," his lips twitched into an utterly devious smile.
"You know that you're evil," she replied, her face straight.
"Did I ever say that I wasn't? In fact I remember saying that I was, repeatedly."
"Just making sure you know. You do make a rather tempting offer."
"Then perhaps we should go and discuss it more?"
"Perhaps," she responded, arching her eyebrows and placing her arm in his,
walking down the corridor to discuss their plans.
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