Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me.
A/N: Again, this is completely my strange imagination. Oh, and let's disregard the fact that Hermione's a muggleborn, shall we? It doesn't really go much with the story from here on out.
A Different You
by Lina Shay
Chapter Two: Uncertain
"Fescura!" Snape casted and the smoke immediate cleared.
"You all right, Hermione?" Harry said as he and Ron came into view.
They stood over her, both looked different somehow. Instead of their usual comb-it-and-go hairdos, both Harry and Ron's hair was styled. Ron's red hair was combed to the side and was rather fluffy while Harry's jet black hair was gelled back. Hermione figured that this was just a adverse reaction to the steam of Neville's potion.
"Dear me," Ron uttered, looking revolted. "You have stuff all over you, Hermione. I would recommend a change of clothing."
"What?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow at Ron's strange behavior.
"You can't be nice and pretty with that brainless idiot's potion all over you," Harry insisted, folding his arms and smirking in a way she had never seen him smirk. It was hard to explain, like he had a delicious secret that no one else knew.
Hermione tried to think of why Harry would call Neville brainless. It was awfully mean of him.
"Help me up, will you?" Hermione said, holding a hand out to Harry and Ron.
"Dear me, no," Ron sneered. "You have sticky stuff all over your fingers."
Hermione gawked at him. Was Ron mad at her or something?
"I'll help, baby," Harry said as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. "Just a second."
Baby?
He used the handkercheif as a glove and helped Hermione to her feet. Harry gave her that knowing smirk, slipping his handkercheif back into his pocket.
"Mr. Longbottom!" Snape yelled at Neville, whose face was in his hands, probably covering up his embarrassment. "You could have killed Miss Granger. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
"But, Professor, it wasn't his fault!" Hermione protested. "Malfo-"
"Sure it wasn't, Miss Granger," Snape said with a smile. "Why don't you go back to your seat with Harry and leave discipline to me?"
"But-" Hermione began, but Harry put an arm around her and led her back to her seat.
"That was weird," She said to Harry. "Did you see the way Snape was smiling at me?"
"'Course," Harry chuckled. "Severus likes you."
Severus? Since when were Harry and Snape on a first-name basis? There was something strange going on here. Maybe that smoke did something to her.
"I'm confused," she voiced, putting a hand to her head.
"Calm down, baby," Harry cooed softly, his arm still around her. "Class is nearly over. We'll get you all cleaned up then, so you'll be nice and pretty again."
Hermione gawked at him. Why was he talking to her like she was a child? And why did he keep calling her "baby"? She looked at Ron for some hint of surprise, but he just looked bored.
"Will you two quit yammering?" Ron shot at Hermione and Harry. "I'm trying to count my many great attributes."
Hermione blinked at him. Maybe that smoke drove Harry and Ron mad or something. They certainly weren't acting like they should.
"Fifty-seven..." Ron counted.
Hermione had to assume that it would wear off. She decided to just go on with her potion and not think about it too much. She continued to shred her mandrake root.
"Fifty-nine...Dear me, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione looked at him instantly.
"What are you doing, baby?" Harry asked her with that smirk.
"Shredding the Mandrake root for the potion," Hermione explained, not sure what was wrong.
"Our potions done," Harry told her.
"Is it?" Hermione posed, not remembering finishing the potion.
"I think being dirty is really affecting her," Ron announced.
Hermione looked about the room to see if anyone else was seeing how odd Harry and Ron were acting. All the students were too busy with their own potions. No else seemed out of place at all, but no one noticed that Harry and Ron were? Then she spotted something rather odd. Malfoy was sitting next to Neville. He wasn't sitting there before and for what purpose was he sitting there? While Neville frantically worked on his potion, Malfoy snuck an alihotsy leaf into the cauldron. Hermione was about to warn Neville when she realized that the leaf would counteract the billy wig stinger, so that it would not ruin the potion. Why would Malfoy be helping Neville?
There was something different about Malfoy, now that she looked. His hair wasn't slicked back, but worn loosely. And he was smiling pleasantly instead of his normal malicious grin. Malfoy leaned over and whispered something to Neville. Then they both laughed together. That had to be wrong. Malfoy's gaze casually wandered to Hermione. When he saw her watching at him, he looked surprised. His gaze was soon followed by Neville's. That was when Hermione saw it. She gasped and looked instantly at Harry to see if it was true. It was.
"Dear me, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Neville has your scar."
A/N: More interesting, do you think?
A/N2: Thank you, Girlyrockstar and Mia Hindo for being my first reveiws on this fic. I hope you continue to have as high an oppinion of the story. And don't be surprised if I don't normally update this quickly. I was just so excited that I got reveiws.
A/N: Again, this is completely my strange imagination. Oh, and let's disregard the fact that Hermione's a muggleborn, shall we? It doesn't really go much with the story from here on out.
A Different You
by Lina Shay
Chapter Two: Uncertain
"Fescura!" Snape casted and the smoke immediate cleared.
"You all right, Hermione?" Harry said as he and Ron came into view.
They stood over her, both looked different somehow. Instead of their usual comb-it-and-go hairdos, both Harry and Ron's hair was styled. Ron's red hair was combed to the side and was rather fluffy while Harry's jet black hair was gelled back. Hermione figured that this was just a adverse reaction to the steam of Neville's potion.
"Dear me," Ron uttered, looking revolted. "You have stuff all over you, Hermione. I would recommend a change of clothing."
"What?" Hermione said, raising an eyebrow at Ron's strange behavior.
"You can't be nice and pretty with that brainless idiot's potion all over you," Harry insisted, folding his arms and smirking in a way she had never seen him smirk. It was hard to explain, like he had a delicious secret that no one else knew.
Hermione tried to think of why Harry would call Neville brainless. It was awfully mean of him.
"Help me up, will you?" Hermione said, holding a hand out to Harry and Ron.
"Dear me, no," Ron sneered. "You have sticky stuff all over your fingers."
Hermione gawked at him. Was Ron mad at her or something?
"I'll help, baby," Harry said as he pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket. "Just a second."
Baby?
He used the handkercheif as a glove and helped Hermione to her feet. Harry gave her that knowing smirk, slipping his handkercheif back into his pocket.
"Mr. Longbottom!" Snape yelled at Neville, whose face was in his hands, probably covering up his embarrassment. "You could have killed Miss Granger. Twenty points from Gryffindor."
"But, Professor, it wasn't his fault!" Hermione protested. "Malfo-"
"Sure it wasn't, Miss Granger," Snape said with a smile. "Why don't you go back to your seat with Harry and leave discipline to me?"
"But-" Hermione began, but Harry put an arm around her and led her back to her seat.
"That was weird," She said to Harry. "Did you see the way Snape was smiling at me?"
"'Course," Harry chuckled. "Severus likes you."
Severus? Since when were Harry and Snape on a first-name basis? There was something strange going on here. Maybe that smoke did something to her.
"I'm confused," she voiced, putting a hand to her head.
"Calm down, baby," Harry cooed softly, his arm still around her. "Class is nearly over. We'll get you all cleaned up then, so you'll be nice and pretty again."
Hermione gawked at him. Why was he talking to her like she was a child? And why did he keep calling her "baby"? She looked at Ron for some hint of surprise, but he just looked bored.
"Will you two quit yammering?" Ron shot at Hermione and Harry. "I'm trying to count my many great attributes."
Hermione blinked at him. Maybe that smoke drove Harry and Ron mad or something. They certainly weren't acting like they should.
"Fifty-seven..." Ron counted.
Hermione had to assume that it would wear off. She decided to just go on with her potion and not think about it too much. She continued to shred her mandrake root.
"Fifty-nine...Dear me, Hermione!" Ron exclaimed.
Hermione looked at him instantly.
"What are you doing, baby?" Harry asked her with that smirk.
"Shredding the Mandrake root for the potion," Hermione explained, not sure what was wrong.
"Our potions done," Harry told her.
"Is it?" Hermione posed, not remembering finishing the potion.
"I think being dirty is really affecting her," Ron announced.
Hermione looked about the room to see if anyone else was seeing how odd Harry and Ron were acting. All the students were too busy with their own potions. No else seemed out of place at all, but no one noticed that Harry and Ron were? Then she spotted something rather odd. Malfoy was sitting next to Neville. He wasn't sitting there before and for what purpose was he sitting there? While Neville frantically worked on his potion, Malfoy snuck an alihotsy leaf into the cauldron. Hermione was about to warn Neville when she realized that the leaf would counteract the billy wig stinger, so that it would not ruin the potion. Why would Malfoy be helping Neville?
There was something different about Malfoy, now that she looked. His hair wasn't slicked back, but worn loosely. And he was smiling pleasantly instead of his normal malicious grin. Malfoy leaned over and whispered something to Neville. Then they both laughed together. That had to be wrong. Malfoy's gaze casually wandered to Hermione. When he saw her watching at him, he looked surprised. His gaze was soon followed by Neville's. That was when Hermione saw it. She gasped and looked instantly at Harry to see if it was true. It was.
"Dear me, Harry!" Hermione exclaimed. "Neville has your scar."
A/N: More interesting, do you think?
A/N2: Thank you, Girlyrockstar and Mia Hindo for being my first reveiws on this fic. I hope you continue to have as high an oppinion of the story. And don't be surprised if I don't normally update this quickly. I was just so excited that I got reveiws.