Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters or Hogwarts.
A/N: You guys really make me want to update as much as possible. Mia Hindo, I was feeling bad and YOUR reveiw made me feel better. I'm glad I could help. prettyprincess, Harry's going to be a much less main character throughout the rest of the book. Hope you don't mind. periwinklemagic, I hope you like this one too. looneygurl, thanks. anonyMOUSE11, everything will be explained in full by the end of the story. bmxridergurl, thanks. Thanks to you all and I hope you enjoy.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Ten: Feeling Rather Lovely
Hermione was in an oddly pleasant mood when she awoke. She actually woke up thinking of Malfoy. She had never woken up thinking of someone before, and thinking of Malfoy made her happy. It was strange.
"Mr. Guise," Hermione began cheerfully to her mirror, "could I make a request?"
"Your wish is my reflection," came the voice.
"Could you curl my hair smoothly...you know?" Hermione asked, trying to motion with her hands what she wanted.
"I always know."
the mirror rippled, then revealed a picture of her with beautiful spiral curls flowing down her shoulders. her face was also made up so she appeared to be glowing. She had to wonder how Mr. Guise did it.
"Wow," Hermione said in awe. "I wonder what Dra-er-Malfoy will think when he sees me."
"You're welcome," Mr. Guise said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione giggled. "I forgot my manners. Thanks so much, Mr. Guise. You're wonderful."
Hermione leaned over and kissed the mirror. it rippled a second, then tinted pink.
"Ah, shucks!"
Hermione laughed to herself as she left the room, then went passed the common room and out in the dungeon hallway. If anyone spoke to her, she hadn't noticed. She was much too busy thinking of Malfoy. How nice he was, how kind, brave, and sweet he was.
As she entered the Great Hall, she scanned the Gryffindor table. This was for two reasons. One, to see if Parvati was there, which she wasn't. And two, to see if Malfoy was there, which he was. He chatted pleasantly with Neville. Hermione ran over to them.
"Good morning, boys," Hermione said happily.
Neville dropped a spoonful of oatmeal upon seeing her. Malfoy glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled.
"You look superb, Hermione," Malfoy complimented, standing.
"Thanks," Hermione blushed.
She took a seat, then Malfoy sat next to her. Oddly, no one could think of a word to say. Neville and Malfoy both just looked at Hermione. The attention was nice, but the silence was much too awkward. She was glad when the post came flying in. A small umber owl dropped a letter on Hermione's plate. The address indicated that it was from home. Excited, she tore it open and began to read it instantly.
"Dear Hermione,
I trust that your year at Hogwarts so far has been eventful. It always is, after all. How is that nice boy you're dating? I bet things are working out pretty well between you and Harry Potter. You two have been together almost two years, right? I hear wedding bells. I always wanted you to marry well. Of course, I expect that you'll have a long engagement. I want him well-settled in a profitable occupation, but from what you tell me of his family, I have no doubt he will give you a good life.
Christmas is sneaking up on us, isn't it? Candi and I are tickled pink that we'll get to see you soon. Tickled pink: that's Candi talk for you. She said the cutest word yesterday: Flavorous. She said that the party dress she bought you was flavorous. Oops! I just let out the big secret. Don't tell Candi I told you. She would get her pretty little head into a frizzle about the whole thing. Act surprised when she gives it to you. That's my beautiful girl!
Love always,
Dr. E. Granger DDS"
Candi? Who was Candi? The way he talked about her, she sounded like a child. "She said the cutest word yesterday." Maybe in this world, Hermione had a little sister. One who bought party dresses?
Hermione hated what her father said about her and Harry. What kind of dense idiot was her counterpart to date such a jerk for so long? And she expected him to propose? The thought of being forever bound to this world's Harry was enough to make her wish death. She would much rather be married to someone smart, kind and brave; Someone like Malfoy. Hermione blushed at the thought. Who would have guessed a week ago that she would be having romantic feelings for Malfoy? Still, who would have guessed a week ago that she would be trapped in an alternate dimension with a Dumbledore who chased invisible chickens?
"Good news?" Malfoy asked. "You're smiling."
"Am I?" Hermione blushed, laughing to herself.
"Who was it from?" Neville blurted, smiling widely at her.
"My dad," Hermione told him, looking down at the letter again. "Is Christmas that close?"
"Just upon us," Malfoy answered. "Too bad too."
Hermione looked over at him in confusion. "Don't you like Christmas and getting to see Sirius?"
"Yeah, of course," Malfoy shrugged. "I just think I'll miss people here."
Hermione felt prideful thinking it was her, but it as still a nice thought.
"We can see each other over holiday, Draco," Neville insisted, his mouth half full of scrambled eggs.
"Yeah, wouldn't it be nice if we all met up sometime," Malfoy said, looking at Hermione expectantly. She wasn't sure what he expected her to say so she just smiled and nodded.
For the next few days, Hermione had mixed feelings about Christmas Holiday. She desperately wanted to see her dad, but the fact that she mum wouldn't be there made her almost dread having to go home. At least she would have her own bed instead of the four-poster she had in Slytherin house. As she folded all her robes and packed them in her trunk, the other girls in the room whispered to each other.
"Are you bloody mad?" Pansy shouted over to her.
"What?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"You had the best looking, most popular, most rich and best Quidditch player in all of Hogwarts, and you let him get away," Pansy announced, placing her hands on her hips.
"I don't see what business it is of yours," Hermione shot back at her, stuffing her school books into her trunk.
"I've heard she's been keeping company with the likes of Malfoy," Millicent laughed.
"Now that's just sad," Pansy shook her head disapprovingly.
"It so happens that you don't know a single thing about Drac-er-Malfoy," Hermione said, not looking at them. "He happens to be much better company than the likes of Harry Potter any day."
"You really are a disgrace to Slytherin," Pansy scoffed.
Hermione just smiled and said, "Thank you. I'll consider than the best compliment anyone's ever paid me."
"You're really pathetic," Pansy muttered, then she and Millicent left the room.
Hermione shook her head. Pansy and that lot needn't be trifled with. They weren't worth the effort. Hermione put her last things into her trunk, then closed it up.
"I recon that's everything," Hermione said to herself.
"You wouldn't be forgetting me, would you?"
Hermione turned to the mirror in surprise. She had forgotten. How would she lug that big thing to the train?
"I seriously doubt that you'll fit in my trunk," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Must I do it all for you. Say, 'Mr. Guise, I want to take you with you wherever I may go.'"
Hermione said it, not sure what for. When she was done repeating the phrase, the glass of the mirror trickled down like water into the bottom of the frame. The top of the mirror folded down, then over. The frame folded itself until it was the size of a compact, made of beautifully carved wood. Hermione picked it off the floor and opened it. Sure enough, there was the mirror inside the compact.
"Whoever invented you must be super rich," Hermione announced.
The mirror rippled for a second. She opened her trunk, placed Mr. Guise in, and closed it up again. Hermione grasped tightly to the handle of her trunk and lugged it off into the common room. When she saw Harry standing among a group of girls telling Quidditch stories, she rolled her eyes. Her Harry would hate this one so much. Hermione turned away and pulled her trunk into the dungeon, then up to the Entrance Hall where groups gathered saying goodbye to one another.
"Have a lovely holiday, Hermione," Neville said, walking up from behind her.
"Thanks, Neville," Hermione said back. "Happy Christmas."
"Maybe I'll owl to tell you when we should meet," Malfoy told her, coming up on her other side. "I mean, all three of us....and Dobby."
Dobby, who walked next to Malfoy, smirked widely.
"Sounds great," Hermione insisted.
Snape swept through the room, then turned to the students. "We are behind schedule, now get into the carriages."
He continued out the main doors, followed by Pettigrew carrying his basket.
A/N: I wasn't all that happy with this chapter.
A/N: You guys really make me want to update as much as possible. Mia Hindo, I was feeling bad and YOUR reveiw made me feel better. I'm glad I could help. prettyprincess, Harry's going to be a much less main character throughout the rest of the book. Hope you don't mind. periwinklemagic, I hope you like this one too. looneygurl, thanks. anonyMOUSE11, everything will be explained in full by the end of the story. bmxridergurl, thanks. Thanks to you all and I hope you enjoy.
A Different You by Lina Shay
Chapter Ten: Feeling Rather Lovely
Hermione was in an oddly pleasant mood when she awoke. She actually woke up thinking of Malfoy. She had never woken up thinking of someone before, and thinking of Malfoy made her happy. It was strange.
"Mr. Guise," Hermione began cheerfully to her mirror, "could I make a request?"
"Your wish is my reflection," came the voice.
"Could you curl my hair smoothly...you know?" Hermione asked, trying to motion with her hands what she wanted.
"I always know."
the mirror rippled, then revealed a picture of her with beautiful spiral curls flowing down her shoulders. her face was also made up so she appeared to be glowing. She had to wonder how Mr. Guise did it.
"Wow," Hermione said in awe. "I wonder what Dra-er-Malfoy will think when he sees me."
"You're welcome," Mr. Guise said.
"Oh, I'm sorry," Hermione giggled. "I forgot my manners. Thanks so much, Mr. Guise. You're wonderful."
Hermione leaned over and kissed the mirror. it rippled a second, then tinted pink.
"Ah, shucks!"
Hermione laughed to herself as she left the room, then went passed the common room and out in the dungeon hallway. If anyone spoke to her, she hadn't noticed. She was much too busy thinking of Malfoy. How nice he was, how kind, brave, and sweet he was.
As she entered the Great Hall, she scanned the Gryffindor table. This was for two reasons. One, to see if Parvati was there, which she wasn't. And two, to see if Malfoy was there, which he was. He chatted pleasantly with Neville. Hermione ran over to them.
"Good morning, boys," Hermione said happily.
Neville dropped a spoonful of oatmeal upon seeing her. Malfoy glanced over his shoulder at her and smiled.
"You look superb, Hermione," Malfoy complimented, standing.
"Thanks," Hermione blushed.
She took a seat, then Malfoy sat next to her. Oddly, no one could think of a word to say. Neville and Malfoy both just looked at Hermione. The attention was nice, but the silence was much too awkward. She was glad when the post came flying in. A small umber owl dropped a letter on Hermione's plate. The address indicated that it was from home. Excited, she tore it open and began to read it instantly.
"Dear Hermione,
I trust that your year at Hogwarts so far has been eventful. It always is, after all. How is that nice boy you're dating? I bet things are working out pretty well between you and Harry Potter. You two have been together almost two years, right? I hear wedding bells. I always wanted you to marry well. Of course, I expect that you'll have a long engagement. I want him well-settled in a profitable occupation, but from what you tell me of his family, I have no doubt he will give you a good life.
Christmas is sneaking up on us, isn't it? Candi and I are tickled pink that we'll get to see you soon. Tickled pink: that's Candi talk for you. She said the cutest word yesterday: Flavorous. She said that the party dress she bought you was flavorous. Oops! I just let out the big secret. Don't tell Candi I told you. She would get her pretty little head into a frizzle about the whole thing. Act surprised when she gives it to you. That's my beautiful girl!
Love always,
Dr. E. Granger DDS"
Candi? Who was Candi? The way he talked about her, she sounded like a child. "She said the cutest word yesterday." Maybe in this world, Hermione had a little sister. One who bought party dresses?
Hermione hated what her father said about her and Harry. What kind of dense idiot was her counterpart to date such a jerk for so long? And she expected him to propose? The thought of being forever bound to this world's Harry was enough to make her wish death. She would much rather be married to someone smart, kind and brave; Someone like Malfoy. Hermione blushed at the thought. Who would have guessed a week ago that she would be having romantic feelings for Malfoy? Still, who would have guessed a week ago that she would be trapped in an alternate dimension with a Dumbledore who chased invisible chickens?
"Good news?" Malfoy asked. "You're smiling."
"Am I?" Hermione blushed, laughing to herself.
"Who was it from?" Neville blurted, smiling widely at her.
"My dad," Hermione told him, looking down at the letter again. "Is Christmas that close?"
"Just upon us," Malfoy answered. "Too bad too."
Hermione looked over at him in confusion. "Don't you like Christmas and getting to see Sirius?"
"Yeah, of course," Malfoy shrugged. "I just think I'll miss people here."
Hermione felt prideful thinking it was her, but it as still a nice thought.
"We can see each other over holiday, Draco," Neville insisted, his mouth half full of scrambled eggs.
"Yeah, wouldn't it be nice if we all met up sometime," Malfoy said, looking at Hermione expectantly. She wasn't sure what he expected her to say so she just smiled and nodded.
For the next few days, Hermione had mixed feelings about Christmas Holiday. She desperately wanted to see her dad, but the fact that she mum wouldn't be there made her almost dread having to go home. At least she would have her own bed instead of the four-poster she had in Slytherin house. As she folded all her robes and packed them in her trunk, the other girls in the room whispered to each other.
"Are you bloody mad?" Pansy shouted over to her.
"What?" Hermione asked in confusion.
"You had the best looking, most popular, most rich and best Quidditch player in all of Hogwarts, and you let him get away," Pansy announced, placing her hands on her hips.
"I don't see what business it is of yours," Hermione shot back at her, stuffing her school books into her trunk.
"I've heard she's been keeping company with the likes of Malfoy," Millicent laughed.
"Now that's just sad," Pansy shook her head disapprovingly.
"It so happens that you don't know a single thing about Drac-er-Malfoy," Hermione said, not looking at them. "He happens to be much better company than the likes of Harry Potter any day."
"You really are a disgrace to Slytherin," Pansy scoffed.
Hermione just smiled and said, "Thank you. I'll consider than the best compliment anyone's ever paid me."
"You're really pathetic," Pansy muttered, then she and Millicent left the room.
Hermione shook her head. Pansy and that lot needn't be trifled with. They weren't worth the effort. Hermione put her last things into her trunk, then closed it up.
"I recon that's everything," Hermione said to herself.
"You wouldn't be forgetting me, would you?"
Hermione turned to the mirror in surprise. She had forgotten. How would she lug that big thing to the train?
"I seriously doubt that you'll fit in my trunk," Hermione said thoughtfully.
"Must I do it all for you. Say, 'Mr. Guise, I want to take you with you wherever I may go.'"
Hermione said it, not sure what for. When she was done repeating the phrase, the glass of the mirror trickled down like water into the bottom of the frame. The top of the mirror folded down, then over. The frame folded itself until it was the size of a compact, made of beautifully carved wood. Hermione picked it off the floor and opened it. Sure enough, there was the mirror inside the compact.
"Whoever invented you must be super rich," Hermione announced.
The mirror rippled for a second. She opened her trunk, placed Mr. Guise in, and closed it up again. Hermione grasped tightly to the handle of her trunk and lugged it off into the common room. When she saw Harry standing among a group of girls telling Quidditch stories, she rolled her eyes. Her Harry would hate this one so much. Hermione turned away and pulled her trunk into the dungeon, then up to the Entrance Hall where groups gathered saying goodbye to one another.
"Have a lovely holiday, Hermione," Neville said, walking up from behind her.
"Thanks, Neville," Hermione said back. "Happy Christmas."
"Maybe I'll owl to tell you when we should meet," Malfoy told her, coming up on her other side. "I mean, all three of us....and Dobby."
Dobby, who walked next to Malfoy, smirked widely.
"Sounds great," Hermione insisted.
Snape swept through the room, then turned to the students. "We are behind schedule, now get into the carriages."
He continued out the main doors, followed by Pettigrew carrying his basket.
A/N: I wasn't all that happy with this chapter.