Hermione, Anastasiaetta and the Resultant Exploding Heads
The stage is set. Get ready for some intense whorination!
Hermione had changed over the summer. She was wearing a pair of knee-high leather boots over fishnet tights, a jean skirt that came two-thirds of the way up her thigh, and a tastefully ripped-up corset, only leaving just enough to your imagination.
She bounced up the corridor of the Hogwarts Express, and draped herself expertly over Harry, lowering her lids seductively. "Hey Harry. I'd like you to meet my new friend, Anastasiaetta. She's a new exchange from, like, America."
Harry, already with enough on his mind, looked from one tart to the other. Anastasiaetta was, if possible, even more… vibrant… than Hermione. She was wearing a chain-mail skirt, and apparently no underwear. She wore an inexpertly crocheted top, that looked like it had been made by someone who wasn't looking at his needles.
It was about then that Harry head exploded.
Ron, however, was more pleased than ever. Hermione looked as she always had looked in some of his more questionable fantasies. He could hardly contain his… excitement.
Hermione at last began to notice the stares and head-explosions that greeted her up and down the corridor. "Oh yes, it's the new me. Anastasiaetta has taught me all the fashionable styles from America. Don't you like it?"
Ron seemed to have lost all capability of speech, so she moved on to Neville. Neville was staring determinedly out the window. "My Gran always said that I shouldn't associate with such… scarlet women."
Hermione, more determined than ever to find the attentions of a man, glanced up at the Slytherin compartment. Draco Malfoy was currently in…conversation…with Anastasiaetta. This would not do.
She jiggled her way back up the corridor, blinking lids so heavily shadowed that she had had to do preparatory weight lifting before she applied it. "Oh Draco…"
Ron was very perturbed. Although he had lost a couple of brain cells, he still realized what was going on. "Bad." He mumbled decisively to himself.
Meanwhile, Hermione and Anastasiaetta had gotten into a catfight over the attentions of Draco. The latter was thoroughly enjoying himself, leaning back in the cushiony seat. Ginny, not to be left out of the action, hurried to the toilets with a kilogram of makeup in tow.
Ron lumbered over to the scene, and slowly a smile crept up his blank face. His fantasy was becoming more real by the second.
Ginny burst out of the bathroom, gasping with the effort of the whorination process. She was still in her Hogwarts robes, but they had been slightly altered. For one thing, there were a lot more holes in it. Lets leave it at that.
With a ferocious war-cry, she leaped into the battle, clawing her way through the crowds. Hermione and Anastasiaetta accepted her enthusiastically. Draco had to call on the help of his body-guards to stop himself from joining in.
