Hey there! I feel so special, all the reviews I've gotten. Firstly, Claudia Malfoy has told me that identical twins must be of the same gender. I can't change it now (it takes ages for me to format every chapter on ) but for clarification, they are fraternal twins that were blessed enough to look very similar! Also, I started my story with Hermione as a pureblood but then I realized that Harry is a half blood, therefore she is too. I changed it once but I missed the second mistake, so Hermione's a half blood from now on. Whew, first Harry Potter fanfic and I've made so many mistakes! Thanks for being patient!
Thanks to Lemonpeppachikn, Claudia Malfoy, oreo69not96, litto-kitty and spychick989 for reviewing! They really make me happy.
Hermione awoke the next morning with a smile upon her lips. She'd had an amazing dream, if only she could remember all of it. Bits and pieces remained with her, such as that she was in the Great Hall at the Gryffindor table, and someone had come up behind her... in the dreams she had seen his face, but now it remained unclear. She smiled anyways, sure that it had been a boy who'd liked her coming to ask her out. But she remembered saying yes. Well, her dreams had always come true before, so maybe this one would too.
She stretched and dressed in a black skirt – the one with three silver buckles on the side – and a white top that had black and hot pink graffiti on the front. It fit her perfectly, showing off her new shapely body with a classy style. She put on the pair of black, white and hot pink stiletto boots her mother had bought her. 'They'll make your legs longer, honey.' Her mother had said. Well, her mother was right; they made her legs appear longer than they already were.
As she walked into the common room she saw Malfoy sitting on the couch, apparently just staring into the fire.
"Malfoy, why are you still here? I thought you'd have gone done to the Great Hall already." She looked him over quickly, trying to be discreet. He had on a pair of black jeans, a forest green shirt that fit perfectly across his abs, and his hair was hanging loose upon his head. 'Boy, Quidditch gave him good muscles...' she mused.
"I just wanted to walk you there. With all the new stares you'll be getting, can't take the chance one might try to pick you up. Or hurt you, whichever comes first." He checked her out quickly before standing up. 'She's so hot, I can't believe she's related to Potty!'
"Are you coming?" Malfoy asked quietly, and he held out his arm to her.
"Oh, you're going to walk me like this? But I thought you hated me." Hermione gave him a skeptical look before taking his arm.
"Yes, I did, but that was before you became a very hot pureblood." He mentally smacked himself. Since when was he so uncouth? He was lucky not to be killed, let alone slapped!
"Well, I'm glad I'm a hot pureblood then." She joked, and they began to walk to the Great Hall. 'I'm flirting with Malfoy! How could this happen? If Harry and Ron see me, they'll kill me!'
"Um, I think we should separate before we reach the Great Hall. You know, to keep up appearances." She smiled at him sweetly before unhooking her arm from his.
"Yes, of course. Do you want to get together after class today to work on the dance?" He smiled as he waited for her reply.
"Yeah, good idea. See you in the common room." She smiled once more before walking into the Great Hall, enjoying all the attention she was getting from the boys. Their jaws dropped and they all asked who that was, and soon there was a roar of whispers from the students at all tables. The only one who wasn't whispering was Draco Malfoy; he, instead, had fixed his eyes on the glossy black hair of Hermione Potter.
"Ginny, you won't get in any trouble. Dumbledore said we could go; I just need a girl's opinion. I'm not very good with clothing." Hermione tried one last time to convince Ginny to help her pick out her new school robes. She watched as Ginny lowered her head in defeat.
"Fine, but if we get in trouble, I'll kill you!" She joked, and the two set out for one of the hidden passages with the Marauder's Map and Harry's Invisibility Cloak. The boys had wanted to come desperately, but they didn't need to go so Hermione had put her foot down. 'I don't need a boy's opinion on my clothing, Ron! For all I know, you'll just say to make the skirt higher!'
Ginny and Hermione reached the dress shop in Hogsmeade just before dinner time. They'd told the boys to tell everyone they were just going to eat later. The witch in the store smiled as they told her the reason they were shopping and immediately she brought them to the back of the room.
There stood a younger witch, in her early twenties most likely, with bubblegum pink hair and a Weird Sisters t-shirt on. She smiled at the girls with enthusiasm.
"Hey, I'm Mina Sorvireti, and I'll be fitting you for your robes." She led Hermione to a raised platform and asked her what house she was in.
"I'm in Gryffindor, but I'm also Head Girl." She smiled as Mina began to pull out skirts and shirts for her.
"Here, try this on, and then I'll configure them to all be the same." She handed Hermione a skirt and shirt, then turned her around and pointed to one of the change rooms.
A few moments later Hermione came out looking better than ever in her uniform. Mina muttered a few quick spells and soon the shirt was fitted to her body perfectly, and the skirt was the right length for her. She decided to go a bit shorter than ever before, and had Mina shorten it from the knee to six inches above the knee. 'Hey, if you can wear it with class, do it!' was Ginny's motto.
They tried on robes next, and once again Hermione's were a bit more fitted than before. Still, they were as loose as Hogwarts dress code expected them to be. They paid and left the shop before heading to Three Broomsticks for a Butterbeer.
"Thanks for coming, Ginny. I really appreciate it." Hermione said after a few moments.
"No problem. Hey, let's get some stuff for a Gryffindor party tonight, to celebrate your new look and personality." Ginny said joyfully.
"Yeah, let's do it! We'll stop and pick up loads of food and candy. Oh, and some Butterbeer!" She giggled and downed the rest of her Butterbeer, as did Ginny. They paid and started their party supply trip, before heading back to the Gryffindor Tower.
After an hour of partying and laughing, Hermione was suddenly struck with a thought. 'I'm supposed to be with Malfoy!' She looked at the time and felt suddenly ashamed of herself. 'I'll just take him some treats, maybe he'll forgive me.' She shrunk a bunch of candy and Butterbeer, leaving a note on Harry's bag.
She raced down the corridors, heading as quickly as possible to the Tower she and Malfoy shared. Once there, she panted for a minute before wheezing out the password. There on the couch sat Malfoy and he had a few pieces of parchment littered on the table around him.
"Malfoy, I'm so sorry! Ginny and I were shopping for new robes and then we thought we'd throw a party and we just got really caught up in it. Here, I brought you and I some treats for while we work." She pulled out a bag of shrunken candies and about six Butterbeer from her bag, setting them down on the floor beside them.
"It's no problem. I've been drawing out these for the decoration of the Great Hall, they're rough but I've got the general idea down. Thanks for the sweets." He handed her a few pictures of the Great Hall, which were all hand drawn incredibly. She looked at each one in turn before speaking aloud.
"Malfoy, they're great. Did you draw out all of these? They're really good." Hermione set them down on the table before them.
"Yeah, I drew them myself, thanks. Which one do you like best?"
"I like the one where everything is kind of medieval; I've always had a flair for anything medieval. They look really great, and we could have everyone dress in clothing from that time period." She looked at him as he contemplated her opinion.
"I don't know; I like the one that's just plain. That way, everyone wears any costume they want. I assume, of course, that with everyone dressing in one time period, costumes would be hard to find."
"Yes, I see your point. Let's do the plain theme, to make it more special. I'll let McGonagall know tomorrow." She just at there and ate, not talking at all. Soon, though, the two were talking animatedly to each other as though they'd been friends for years.
"Oh, god." Hermione groaned as she looked at the clock.
"Yes, I'm listening." Malfoy answered, earning him a light punch to his arm.
"It's late, and we should get to bed. I'll see you in the morning."
"Good night." Malfoy answered, and he watched her walk into her room. 'Man, she's so hot.' He thought once more, and then decided to take a cold shower.