Chapter 3

A Changed Woman

            When Hermione woke up the next morning, she felt a bit queasy inside about what she was going to do.

            I don't know if I should go through with this, Hermione thought as she lay all alone in her large bed.

            Well, if you want to get Draco back, you better, said a little voice back to her.

            Hey, I'm not doing this to get him back, I don't have feelings for him anymore, she responded, a little unsure about what she had just said.

            Hermione got out of bed and immediately headed to the bathroom. She took a shower, brushed her teeth and started putting her makeup on.

            Until she finished, she didn't know how beautiful and sexy you could look if you had the right make up on.

            Checking herself in the mirror, Hermione liked what she had done. She had made her frizzy hair into beautiful curls, lined her eyes, put lipstick on and just a little blush. And was she hot, or what?

            What should I wear? Hermione asked herself. She decided to put on a skirt, which went down halfway up her thighs, a low cut, revealing shirt that with the push-up bra she was wearing, made her look gorgeous. For a little spice, she added a pair of black, knee-length, leather boots. Nobody would be able to resist me…

            Hermione was proud of herself when she left her dormitory. What if they don't like me? The thought hit her like a sharp blow to the stomach. Oh, what am I even worried about? Most guys are so shallow that they'll only care only about how short my skirt is or how much of my boobs they can see! I am irresistible!

            When she arrived at the Great Hall, breakfast had already started. Hermione walked with her chest stuck out and was swinging her hips from side to side.  She caused many heads to turn and stare at her with their mouths wide open as she was walking towards the Gryffindor table. She could feel all eyes on her. That made her feel a little nervous, but she forced herself to keep a cool look.

            Hermione took a seat right in front of Ron and Harry, who were staring at her speechless.

            "Hermy…" muttered Harry.

            "…clothes…" added Ron.

            Hermione didn't really like the effect her makeover had on her friends, even though she felt flattered. I can't hurt them. Boy, wouldn't it suck if they fell for me? I should be careful around those two, she thought while wrapping her robes tightly around herself, so her revealing shirt was hidden beneath them.

            The boys finally snapped out of it and Harry asked "What happened?"

            "You're making it sound like it's something bad. I just decided that I need a change," she replied, feeling a little irritated.

            That morning Hermione ate more than she had in weeks. She managed to gulf down three eggs, two pieces of toast, an apple, bacon and two glasses of orange juice.

            Ron was looking at her amazed. "I'm glad that your appetite is back."

            "Yes, me too. I feel a lot better today! I was probably like that from back-to-school stress or something. Maybe the change in climate, or getting used to waking up that early in the morning! I don't know! Well, at least now I'm back to normal!"

            Ron noticed that their table was being unusually quiet that morning. Was there an exam they were all studying for that he didn't know about? No, he wouldn't let THAT happen again, and Hermione would have been talking about it for days! But why did all the guys keep on glancing over at her? Well, of course he knew why, but it seemed a little strange. Guys had never given her that much attention before. He started feeling jealous even though he had no reason to, since nothing had ever happened between him and Hermione.

            The sound of her voice drifted him away from his thoughts. "I think we should go now, we don't have much time until class starts, and anyways, I think I ate too much!"

            "Well, you're right about that," exclaimed Harry. They left the Great Hall laughing.

            Hermione didn't even notice that over on the Slytherin table, Draco was making out with a different 6th year.

            Ron, Harry and Hermione's first class was Transfiguration. They walked in and Harry and Ron immediately sat together. Why do they always have to do that? I always get stuck with Neville! Oh, I'm supposed to be hot today! It's going to take some getting used to. Let's see…who should I sit with? Dean? Seamus? Draco…walked in at that moment. Hermione pretended not to see him but because of that, she missed the I-want-me-some-of-that look he gave her. She decided to sit with Dean, because he was taller, cuter and hotter than Seamus. She would make Seamus fall in love with her some other time.

            "Hey Dean," said Hermione in a sexy voice, "I haven't seen you in a while."

            "Hi H-h-h-er-r-rmi-onne…" stuttered Dean. "H-h-ow ar-re you?"

            "I am fine, Dean, thanks for asking. You look different! I can't put my finger on it, though!"

            "What d-do you mean?" he asked, looking startled. He was expecting to hear that he looked bad, or that he was getting a little chubby, or something of that sort.

            "I know! You've been weight training! You look bigger. And big is good," she gave him a suggestive look, "I like huge, strong men," purred Hermione softly and got closer to him, barely an inch in front of his face, lips almost touching, "men who know what they want, men just like you." She finished and placed a hand on his chest. He wasn't as strong as she had just made him feel. He was nothing compared to Draco.

            Dean appeared happy with himself. Oh man, she can't keep her hands off of me! "Well, you know how it is, a man has to take care of himself!"

            "And you sure know how to do it, baby," said Hermione sweetly.

            Professor McGonagall walked in to start the lesson. Hermione sat up in her chair, causing her already revealing skirt to ride up her thighs. Dean couldn't keep his eyes off her legs and breasts for the majority of the class.

            Now I'm going to turn him on even more, she thought. Hermione placed her hand on Dean's thigh. He got so nervous that he started shaking.

            "It's alright," Hermione whispered to him softly as she moved her hand on his leg, caressing it.

            I am scaring myself, doing that to a guy I am not even the least bit attracted to! But isn't that what Malfoy did to me?

            Dean began to relax. He laid his hand on her knee and slowly moved it up her thigh.

            Someone cleared his throat to the left of Hermione. She looked over to where the sound came from and saw Harry and Ron. They were looking at her disapprovingly. They had the what-do-you-think-you-are-doing look on their face. She answered them with a mind-you-own-business look. Dean quickly removed his hand from Hermione's leg.

            Hermione let her eyes wander about the room. She turned around to see how many people behind her had managed to fall asleep in class today. To her surprise, she found out that Malfoy was sitting on the desk behind her. He had a reproachful expression across his face. Their eyes locked for a second, but she quickly turned around, leaving him to stare at the back of her head.

            He had seen everything that went on between her and Dean. If I didn't know any better, I would say that he is getting a little jealous. There is nothing that would make me happier than to see him crying like a baby and begging me to take him back.

            McGonagall dismissed the class. Hermione stood up. Malfoy came over and said "It was about time someone as clever as you to find out that looks matter."

            "Shove it, Malfoy, or I'll break your face," said Dean confidently.

            "I wouldn't be so sure about that if I were you," answered Malfoy. He checked Hermione out one more time and left the classroom.

            "What does he think he's doing? Fool!" said Dean angrily.

            "I don't want you fighting with him."

            "But Hermione, I could take him, I am strong."

            Yeah right. I wished I had his confidence! Well, I guess it's all my fault, after all I am the one who said how strong he is. He could never take Draco! Damn, stop thinking about him…just work on Dean right now…

            "Dean, honey, how would you feel about coming up to my room tonight, let's say at around…midnight?"

            "Wow, really?" Dean couldn't contain his enthusiasm.

            "Yes," she said, "unless you already have other plans, that is…" Hermione finished and stuck out her bottom lip.

            "Me? Nooo! Never."

            Everyone had already left the classroom, except Harry and Ron.

Hermione flashed Dean a killer smile. "See you tonight, baby," she said, leaned in and gave him a quick, teasing kiss. She walked away, leaving him wanting more.

After Hermione left the classroom with Harry and Ron, they started interrogating her. "What was that all about?"

"Dean just likes me and I was being nice, anyways, maybe I want to be with him. We'll just have to see what happens."

The guys couldn't see what was happening to their best friend. One day she was depressed, hardly eating and crying constantly, the next she was happy, pigging out and getting felt all over by Dean! Whatever it was, they would eventually find out. Hoping that it would happen soon, they said "Goodbye" to her as they headed for Divination.