OMG! I am sooo sorry that I have taken so much time! I have been writing over break but I am having trouble working it onto the sight! I have pretty much finished the story and if I do say so myself, its really good! Ahah I'm not trying to boastful. Hehe Thanks to all my reviewers… you have your next chappy!
I don't own Harry Potter or his sexiness but someday I may own Dan hahah
Purple isn't really her color
Hermione heard a digital beeping. Swinging her arm over her head to slap her alarm into silence, Hermione opened her eyes. When she did that, she saw a fresh and showered Isabel standing in front of them. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, only to reinstate that Isabel was standing there plain as day.
"Come on! Let's get down to the Great Hall for breakfast. Get up! It's a new, fresh, beautiful day!" she boomed, energetically. Hermione's only response was a death glare but as this did nothing to dampen the blonde's spirits, Hermione began to pull on a new shirt.
"Go on with out me. I'll meet you in the Hall," she grumbled, sleepily and agitated.
With an irritably agreeing nod, Isabel left the room. This particular morning, Hermione was too lazy to redo her makeup to the extent it had been yesterday but decided it was inevitable she wash her face, due to the fact that it was tainted with a mixture of mascara and tears that has streamed down her face the day before. Today was as good a day as any other for curls so with a quiet mumble of her incantation bouncy curls flowed down her back. With nothing better to do, she departed for the Great Hall to meet Harry, Ron and to her great disdain, Isabel.
By the time Hermione arrived in the Hall, she found Harry and Ron sitting in the middle of the Gryffindor table but Isabel wasn't to be found. Hermione assumed she'd left as to get to class early. Hermione fought herself from saying anything until it became entirely inevitable for her to hold her tongue as she'd heard Isabel's name for the forty second time.
"Honestly, I think she's just a little tad irritating with her fits of laughter and what not," Hermione said as she wrenched open her diary and pulled out the pointiest quill she could find.
"I think she's amazing," Ron argued with a glassed over appearance to his eyes. Harry merely shrugged, in agreement with neither.
When the bell ran, they headed for Defense Against the Dark Arts. Isabel was already there, as Hermione had predicated, thumbing through her thick book.
"Ron, sit here," Isabel suggested, patting her hand on the seat next to her.
Ron ran to the spot so fast, it would be difficult to tell if ten thousand Bludgers could have stopped him. Hermione scowled jealously as he did this. When the bell rang, the only two seats left were directly behind them. Harry and Hermione trudged to those last seats. Professor Moody limped into the class room staring at his students around him with his magical eye and look intently at the front of the room as he made his way there. But he stopped when he reached the table at which Ron and Isabel were sitting.
"You," Moody spat, "You're new. What is your name?"
"Yes, I am new my father just-" she answered with a small smile.
"Your name?" Moody repeated.
"Isabel," she answered sheepishly.
"Well," Moody said thoughtfully, "You should know that this class is strict. You should know that you will not be getting any kind of special treatment because this is your first year here at Hogwarts. This is a tough year, all of you; this class is to be taken very seriously. There will be no tolerance for fun and games. Well, let's get on with it then shall we? Since the Ministry has insisted we not teach you any curses just yet, we will be learning how to protect ourselves from them. Everyone, take out your wand and watch carefully," Moody said sternly.
From underneath Moody's desk, he took out a cage full of pixies itching to get out. He slowly opened the cage door as three pixies flew all around squeaking in small high-pitched voices.
"Imobulious!" Moody shouted. A white light sprung from his wand that instantly stunned the pixies in thin air, "Now the incantation I would like you to perform is simply on word, 'Avelabelta!' Do I have any volunteers?" Moody asked.
Most of the class raised their hands high except Ron. He as usual was half asleep.
"Yes, Weasley. I can see how interested you are. Why don't you perform the Avelabelta spell on the pixies?" Moody asked bitterly and entirely aware of Ron's short attention span.
"Uh-okay… what is it again Ave-lab-elta?" Ron questioned nervously. Moody nodded.
"Go on then," He pushed.
Ron planted his feet in front of Professor Moody's desk to get a good angle to hit all of the pixies.
"Err… Avebobella!" Ron bellowed.
At that moment, a streak of pink light shot out of Ron's wand and headed strait for Hermione. In fear of what might happen to her, she ducked. Unfortunately she did not have enough speed to completely dodge the ray and her entire head of hair turn a bright shade of purple and was beginning to feel very slimy. Everyone in the classroom shrieked with laughter. Hermione let out a cry and quickly ran out of the classroom. Isabel chased after her.
"Hermione, wait!" Isabel hollered breathlessly.
Hermione slowly stopped and put her head in her hands. She hadn't been this embarrassed since fourth year when Malfoy gave her beaver teeth. Isabel gained on her.
"Here take this sweater. You can put the hood up and no one will notice," Isabel suggested with a very concerned look on her face.
Was she trying to pull something, Hermione thought, or was she really trying to be nice. Either way, she had some sort of protection for her hair to avoid anyone else from seeing it.
"Thanks," Hermione said through muffled sniffles.
They both sprinted to the hospital wing talking about how Ron was a stupid git and how he probably hadn't meant to embarrass her.
"Anyway, I never really talk to Harry too much. It seems like there is something going on with him, don't you think?" Isabel asked from nowhere.
Hermione took little notice to her unsystematic question but still stuck it in the back of her head.
"Well, Harry is just going through a very difficult time right now. What with his godfather, Sirius, dying just last year. That's all, I suppose. Why do you ask?" Hermione questioned.
"Just a thought. Hey-I heard Harry used one of the simplest spells on you-know-who last year and still managed to make it out alive. Do you think he would use that same spell with him next time too?" Isabel interrogated.
Hermione was getting very suspicious. Why did she want to know all of these things? Why did she care so much?
"Well, I don't think so. But why are you so curious? Is there somethi-." Hermione said slowly but was cut of by Isabel.
"No, no, I just worry about all of you guys. After all, you're my only friends," Isabel said sadly but miraculously recovered as soon as they stepped foot in the Hospital wing.
"Oh dear Hermione, What has happened to you?" asked Madam Pomfry.
"I, well," Hermione began.
"Ronald Weasley" said Isabel with a vague expression on her face, "He gave her purple hair."
"Oh, well I can fix that in a jiffy," answered Madame Pomfrey.
Hermione couldn't make out the spell Madam Pomfry put on her hair but it didn't matter because it was back to its original bouncy curled state. Lunch rolled around and then Potions with Snape and finally, the school day was over. It was now time for Hermione to finish the rest of her homework.
Later in the day, the trio and Isabel were working on their studies in the common room. Surprisingly, Isabel finished first. This was a first time for Hermione to be second so she quickly started saying how she had to recheck number 36B. Isabel said nothing.
"Oh, by the way Hermione, I'm sorry about your hair. I really didn't," Ron said while smiling weakly, "it was just a mistake."
That puppy face always trapped Hermione into forgiving him, somehow.
"It's alright. But you need some serious help with that spell. We'll work on it some time," Hermione offered.
"Would you really? Moody said we have a test tomorrow after you left and I am sure to fail!" Ron asked gratefully.
He looked gorgeous at that moment. What with his cute little sorrowful face on. Hermione was truly in love with Ron and there was just no way around it. Late that night Ron and Hermione worked on the spell, continuously, but Ron just couldn't get it. He was so cute when he concentrated. Every so often when she would teach him the techniques and ask if he understood he wouldn't say anything and would stare into Hermione's eyes as if he was put in some sort of reverie.
It was half passed twelve. Ron and Hermione had been working all night on studying for this test and Ron still couldn't get it right.
"It's getting really late. I think we should head upstairs to bed," said Hermione tiredly.
"Yea, ok goodnight 'Mione. I'll see you in the morning."
She loved it when he called her "Mione." He was just faultless in every way. At that thought, Hermione drifted off to sleep.
Beta: Katie Margaret aka Katie V.