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Rowling except her, ok? Now I'm gonna get on with the story.
To Recap: Hermione bit her lip to stifle the giggles escaping. "Onto Plan B." she murmured.
Onto Plan B was easier said than done, mainly because they had no Plan B at the moment. They spent all of lunch break in the library, ransacking their brains for a new angle, and shouting out "I've got it!" and "Eureka!" (though not jumping out of their chair and running round the room naked) and earning disapproving glances from Madame Pince. However, despite the fact that they gave frequent outbursts of optimism, the most likely plan that could work was buying a sexy goldfish and sending it anonymously (A/N believe me, someone has actually done this! I read it in J-17!). Needless to say, and it really is needless, they had no breakthroughs, and it was a forlorn group that returned to afternoon lessons.
Suddenly, Hermione screamed, hugged Ginny, kissed both Harry and Ron and ran off in the general direction of either the toilets or the common room. The group guessed it was the latter, as it would be rather a strange ritual to perform every time she went to the loo, although Ron would really not have minded if she had decided to go totally off her rocker and repeat this act every time she needed to answer the call of nature (and we're not talking yodelling here people!)
Anyway, returning from the somewhat straying story, the group gave puzzled looks, shrugged their shoulders and thought 'the pressure has finally got to her'. Ginny departed to potions whilst Harry and Ron rustled their way to Care of Magical Creatures. I say rustled because the leaves had been blown from the forest in several gales and had formed a 30cm blanket from the main entrance to the edge of the forest and reached as far as the lake, if that was what the soggy mass of leaves was.
As the two boys neared Hagrid's hut, they heard a commotion and hurried to where a whole group of students were gathered. They pushed there way through and stopped open-mouthed at the sight that beheld them. A girl that seemed remarkably familiar was standing in the opening, wearing a skirt that was almost non-existent and several necklaces, bangles and rings, including a blood red belly-button one that was extremely visible thanks to her small top and gaping robe. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back in waves of brown. A bag was hanging off her shoulder, overflowing with old volumes, quills and roll after roll of parchment with small tidy writing in it that was obviously notes. It now dawned on the two boys who this girl was. It was Hermione. She spotted them and smiled, her teeth remarkably whiter than they remembered, and strolled across to them, swinging her hips in extreme exaggeration. She turned to Ron and closed his gaping mouth then put on an innocent face. 'What?' she enquired 'is there something wrong?' Harry just stood transfixed, and after a while Ron put a stop to his wandering eyes and stammered 'err, no, there's nothing wrong it's just a slightly different look for you 'Mione, and I have to say, quite a nice look.' Ron now trailed off as his ears turned a burning red. Hermione glowed with what they put down to delight, peered at them from under her eyelashes and said 'thanks!' in a soft, seductive tone. Ron cleared his throat and began 'shall we,' his voice was about 3 octaves higher than usual. He coughed and continued, ' shall we go to the lesson?'
All through the lesson people kept staring at Hermione. Neville had tied a lead to the wrong end of a Blast-Ended Skrewt and was being dragged backwards across the ground. Seamus didn't seem to notice that the Flobberworms were crawling up his arm and The Little Book of Monsters had chewed up all of Dean Thomas' homework for the lesson. Harry was acting as though nothing was different, but he couldn't get over how different she looked, and Ron was just gone. Whenever she said something to him he would gaze at her, doing an excellent impression of a goldfish (opening and closing his mouth) and totally looking as if he was on Pluto and trying to hear Professor Flitwick whispering the antidote to an irreversible love potion. Eventually when she asked him what colour the sky was he looked up and replied 'it's a wonderful romantic pink and the sun is a wonderful girl, I mean gold.' Hermione gawped at him and exchanged worried and slightly, no, really freaked out glances with Harry. 'Are you all right Ron?' she asked. His reply was even more odd than the last, 'oh thank you for asking my love, of course I'll marry you.' Hermione smiled and edged slowly away from him. They continued feeding the Flobberworms, jumping up every now and then when Neville shot underneath them.
By the end of the lesson none of the boys (with the exception of Harry) had managed to complete their work properly, and Draco had missed several moments where he could ridicule and scorn Hermione, which considering he was an annoying, evil, creepy and obnoxious little prick was quite surprising. Hagrid had managed to capture the runaway Skrewt and a very shaky Neville could be seen wobbling his way towards the forest. Hagrid picked him up and turned him in the right direction before wrestling the Skrewt back into the box. It was the end of lessons for the day and in the common room Ginny was exceedingly impressed with the result of her work. As they had decided that Hermione would actually carry out the plan as she was in the same year as him, Ginny had taken charge of doing hair/make-up and so on, unless Hermione failed, in which case Ginny would take over.
In case you hadn't guessed, the reason Hermione had shrieked and hugged/kissed people earlier was in fact she had thought of Plan B, and for those who are either slow or confused by my weird style of writing Plan B was not to try and force him to like the girls, but to totally mess with his hormonal male mind. True, he was a mean, selfish Slytherin but he was also a teenage boy, and even he could not defy nature and ignore attractive girls, no matter what their bloodline. Hermione had asked Ginny for help to totally transform herself to catch Draco's eye, make him more and more interested, then drop him. Judging by his inability to say anything insulting earlier, phase 1 had already begun.
Anyway, back to the story. By now the whole of Gryffindor tower was buzzing about Hermione's new look and she was getting very annoyed with the constant interruptions from her homework by people asking her questions. Eventually when a small, timid, foreign first year whispered 'excuse me pretty lady, could you please show me way to toilet?' she barked 'NO!' gathered her things and flew off in a rage to the girls' dorms, where a muffled slamming echoed down the stairway. The shocked newcomer stood speechless with a trembling lower lip before Ginny walked over and comforted her.
'Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!' whistled Ron, 'touch-y! Surely with all those brains she would have worked out that not only the peroxide prat would notice her transformation but everyone else would as well?! What did she think, only the person who was the target would notice?' Harry, who was engrossed in a Potions essay, just nodded as Ron continued for half an hour on how daft Hermione had been and how silly that idea was because Draco didn't have a heart but it was working on other people and so on and so on.
By now it was time to go down for dinner, so Ginny ventured up to tell Hermione and the boys waited for her at the portrait hole. After a few minutes quite a defeated Hermione came escorted by Ginny, who was supporting her crying friend down the stairs. When the girls got to Harry and Ron, they were very concerned. Whilst Harry took Hermione off Ginny's shoulder and took her down to the hall, Ron and Ginny held back. 'What's up with Hermione, is there something wrong?' Ron whispered to her as he watched Hermione with apprehension. Ginny smiled when she heard the real worry in his voice and assured him that no, there was nothing wrong, Hermione was just a bit confused with the new 'her' and upset that she'd shouted at that poor first year.
When they reached the Great Hall, practically everyone turned to look at the new girl, before they realised it was actually Hermione, that intelligent 6th year prefect who had gone under a massive transformation. The heads turned to watch her progress through the hall, some people remarkably resembling owls in the flexibility of their necks. Draco Malfoy was one of the ones watching her closely, a strange look on his face; a mixture of hatred, admiration and fighting something. Hermione noticed this and smiled at him, fluttering her newly lengthened eyelashes. His face flushed and he looked away.
She arrived at the table and seated herself so she faced away from everyone. She ate quietly, talking only to Ron and Ginny, as Harry had to gobble his food to get to Quidditch practice. He soon disappeared off to collect his robes and broom and so it was just the 3 and an empty chair. But that chair wasn't left unoccupied for long. Draco Malfoy seated himself in it, next to Hermione, and whispered 'why are you doing this Mudblood?'
'Doing what?' she returned.
'This,' he replied, looking her up and down then looking away again almost as if he was in pain, 'changing, a lot! Why?' She gazed sideways at him.
'Why, don't you like it Draco?' she breathed so only he could hear. At this he closed his eyes and shivered, his nerves tingling. She continued, 'it's all for you, you know? If you want it.' he gulped, 'why are you torturing me?'
Hermione giggled, 'ooh, am I? Well, if I'm being a naughty girl, you'd better punish me, hadn't you?'
'Don't tempt me,' he appealed 'I don't want to, you're a Mudblood, I can't.' he turned to her, 'my father, he'd kill me, or worse, he'd make sure I was never, you know, a man.' He trembled again. Hermione found this extremely funny; after all it wasn't often a Slytherin confided in a Gryffindor about such things, but she had to keep up the charade, this idea might work after all. 'Well, if your father doesn't find out then he couldn't do anything could he? It could be our little secret,' she suggested.
'But, what if.' he began
'But nothing, are you going to let your father dictate to you how to run your life and make all your decisions for you? Don't you want to be independent? Don't you want to take control of your life, your feelings? Besides, if you don't tell anyone, and I don't, how could he find out, and even if somehow he did, you can deny it, can't you? This speech had persuaded him. Hermione mentally thanked her old primary school for making her head in debates so she could practice her persuasive language. 'You're right, I should be head of my own life, I should be in charge. Ok, how about we meet up sometime on Saturday, possibly go to Hogsmeade or something?' he asked. 'Ok, see you on Saturday,' she answered.
'Right, see you.' With that he walked off out of the hall, leaving Hermione at the table explaining to Ron and Ginny everything that was said, whilst they were in hysterics, and thinking where will they go, what should she wear, what should she say, after all, she needed this to go perfectly to finally get back at that worm and Saturday was only 2 days away!
A/N I am extremely sorry for the delay and apologetic for any damage or withdrawal symptoms I may have caused for the my long absence, and I'm sure that as I'm so nice and kind and wonderful, you will all of course forgive me. Thanks in advance!
To Recap: Hermione bit her lip to stifle the giggles escaping. "Onto Plan B." she murmured.
Onto Plan B was easier said than done, mainly because they had no Plan B at the moment. They spent all of lunch break in the library, ransacking their brains for a new angle, and shouting out "I've got it!" and "Eureka!" (though not jumping out of their chair and running round the room naked) and earning disapproving glances from Madame Pince. However, despite the fact that they gave frequent outbursts of optimism, the most likely plan that could work was buying a sexy goldfish and sending it anonymously (A/N believe me, someone has actually done this! I read it in J-17!). Needless to say, and it really is needless, they had no breakthroughs, and it was a forlorn group that returned to afternoon lessons.
Suddenly, Hermione screamed, hugged Ginny, kissed both Harry and Ron and ran off in the general direction of either the toilets or the common room. The group guessed it was the latter, as it would be rather a strange ritual to perform every time she went to the loo, although Ron would really not have minded if she had decided to go totally off her rocker and repeat this act every time she needed to answer the call of nature (and we're not talking yodelling here people!)
Anyway, returning from the somewhat straying story, the group gave puzzled looks, shrugged their shoulders and thought 'the pressure has finally got to her'. Ginny departed to potions whilst Harry and Ron rustled their way to Care of Magical Creatures. I say rustled because the leaves had been blown from the forest in several gales and had formed a 30cm blanket from the main entrance to the edge of the forest and reached as far as the lake, if that was what the soggy mass of leaves was.
As the two boys neared Hagrid's hut, they heard a commotion and hurried to where a whole group of students were gathered. They pushed there way through and stopped open-mouthed at the sight that beheld them. A girl that seemed remarkably familiar was standing in the opening, wearing a skirt that was almost non-existent and several necklaces, bangles and rings, including a blood red belly-button one that was extremely visible thanks to her small top and gaping robe. Her hair was long and straight, cascading down her back in waves of brown. A bag was hanging off her shoulder, overflowing with old volumes, quills and roll after roll of parchment with small tidy writing in it that was obviously notes. It now dawned on the two boys who this girl was. It was Hermione. She spotted them and smiled, her teeth remarkably whiter than they remembered, and strolled across to them, swinging her hips in extreme exaggeration. She turned to Ron and closed his gaping mouth then put on an innocent face. 'What?' she enquired 'is there something wrong?' Harry just stood transfixed, and after a while Ron put a stop to his wandering eyes and stammered 'err, no, there's nothing wrong it's just a slightly different look for you 'Mione, and I have to say, quite a nice look.' Ron now trailed off as his ears turned a burning red. Hermione glowed with what they put down to delight, peered at them from under her eyelashes and said 'thanks!' in a soft, seductive tone. Ron cleared his throat and began 'shall we,' his voice was about 3 octaves higher than usual. He coughed and continued, ' shall we go to the lesson?'
All through the lesson people kept staring at Hermione. Neville had tied a lead to the wrong end of a Blast-Ended Skrewt and was being dragged backwards across the ground. Seamus didn't seem to notice that the Flobberworms were crawling up his arm and The Little Book of Monsters had chewed up all of Dean Thomas' homework for the lesson. Harry was acting as though nothing was different, but he couldn't get over how different she looked, and Ron was just gone. Whenever she said something to him he would gaze at her, doing an excellent impression of a goldfish (opening and closing his mouth) and totally looking as if he was on Pluto and trying to hear Professor Flitwick whispering the antidote to an irreversible love potion. Eventually when she asked him what colour the sky was he looked up and replied 'it's a wonderful romantic pink and the sun is a wonderful girl, I mean gold.' Hermione gawped at him and exchanged worried and slightly, no, really freaked out glances with Harry. 'Are you all right Ron?' she asked. His reply was even more odd than the last, 'oh thank you for asking my love, of course I'll marry you.' Hermione smiled and edged slowly away from him. They continued feeding the Flobberworms, jumping up every now and then when Neville shot underneath them.
By the end of the lesson none of the boys (with the exception of Harry) had managed to complete their work properly, and Draco had missed several moments where he could ridicule and scorn Hermione, which considering he was an annoying, evil, creepy and obnoxious little prick was quite surprising. Hagrid had managed to capture the runaway Skrewt and a very shaky Neville could be seen wobbling his way towards the forest. Hagrid picked him up and turned him in the right direction before wrestling the Skrewt back into the box. It was the end of lessons for the day and in the common room Ginny was exceedingly impressed with the result of her work. As they had decided that Hermione would actually carry out the plan as she was in the same year as him, Ginny had taken charge of doing hair/make-up and so on, unless Hermione failed, in which case Ginny would take over.
In case you hadn't guessed, the reason Hermione had shrieked and hugged/kissed people earlier was in fact she had thought of Plan B, and for those who are either slow or confused by my weird style of writing Plan B was not to try and force him to like the girls, but to totally mess with his hormonal male mind. True, he was a mean, selfish Slytherin but he was also a teenage boy, and even he could not defy nature and ignore attractive girls, no matter what their bloodline. Hermione had asked Ginny for help to totally transform herself to catch Draco's eye, make him more and more interested, then drop him. Judging by his inability to say anything insulting earlier, phase 1 had already begun.
Anyway, back to the story. By now the whole of Gryffindor tower was buzzing about Hermione's new look and she was getting very annoyed with the constant interruptions from her homework by people asking her questions. Eventually when a small, timid, foreign first year whispered 'excuse me pretty lady, could you please show me way to toilet?' she barked 'NO!' gathered her things and flew off in a rage to the girls' dorms, where a muffled slamming echoed down the stairway. The shocked newcomer stood speechless with a trembling lower lip before Ginny walked over and comforted her.
'Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeew!' whistled Ron, 'touch-y! Surely with all those brains she would have worked out that not only the peroxide prat would notice her transformation but everyone else would as well?! What did she think, only the person who was the target would notice?' Harry, who was engrossed in a Potions essay, just nodded as Ron continued for half an hour on how daft Hermione had been and how silly that idea was because Draco didn't have a heart but it was working on other people and so on and so on.
By now it was time to go down for dinner, so Ginny ventured up to tell Hermione and the boys waited for her at the portrait hole. After a few minutes quite a defeated Hermione came escorted by Ginny, who was supporting her crying friend down the stairs. When the girls got to Harry and Ron, they were very concerned. Whilst Harry took Hermione off Ginny's shoulder and took her down to the hall, Ron and Ginny held back. 'What's up with Hermione, is there something wrong?' Ron whispered to her as he watched Hermione with apprehension. Ginny smiled when she heard the real worry in his voice and assured him that no, there was nothing wrong, Hermione was just a bit confused with the new 'her' and upset that she'd shouted at that poor first year.
When they reached the Great Hall, practically everyone turned to look at the new girl, before they realised it was actually Hermione, that intelligent 6th year prefect who had gone under a massive transformation. The heads turned to watch her progress through the hall, some people remarkably resembling owls in the flexibility of their necks. Draco Malfoy was one of the ones watching her closely, a strange look on his face; a mixture of hatred, admiration and fighting something. Hermione noticed this and smiled at him, fluttering her newly lengthened eyelashes. His face flushed and he looked away.
She arrived at the table and seated herself so she faced away from everyone. She ate quietly, talking only to Ron and Ginny, as Harry had to gobble his food to get to Quidditch practice. He soon disappeared off to collect his robes and broom and so it was just the 3 and an empty chair. But that chair wasn't left unoccupied for long. Draco Malfoy seated himself in it, next to Hermione, and whispered 'why are you doing this Mudblood?'
'Doing what?' she returned.
'This,' he replied, looking her up and down then looking away again almost as if he was in pain, 'changing, a lot! Why?' She gazed sideways at him.
'Why, don't you like it Draco?' she breathed so only he could hear. At this he closed his eyes and shivered, his nerves tingling. She continued, 'it's all for you, you know? If you want it.' he gulped, 'why are you torturing me?'
Hermione giggled, 'ooh, am I? Well, if I'm being a naughty girl, you'd better punish me, hadn't you?'
'Don't tempt me,' he appealed 'I don't want to, you're a Mudblood, I can't.' he turned to her, 'my father, he'd kill me, or worse, he'd make sure I was never, you know, a man.' He trembled again. Hermione found this extremely funny; after all it wasn't often a Slytherin confided in a Gryffindor about such things, but she had to keep up the charade, this idea might work after all. 'Well, if your father doesn't find out then he couldn't do anything could he? It could be our little secret,' she suggested.
'But, what if.' he began
'But nothing, are you going to let your father dictate to you how to run your life and make all your decisions for you? Don't you want to be independent? Don't you want to take control of your life, your feelings? Besides, if you don't tell anyone, and I don't, how could he find out, and even if somehow he did, you can deny it, can't you? This speech had persuaded him. Hermione mentally thanked her old primary school for making her head in debates so she could practice her persuasive language. 'You're right, I should be head of my own life, I should be in charge. Ok, how about we meet up sometime on Saturday, possibly go to Hogsmeade or something?' he asked. 'Ok, see you on Saturday,' she answered.
'Right, see you.' With that he walked off out of the hall, leaving Hermione at the table explaining to Ron and Ginny everything that was said, whilst they were in hysterics, and thinking where will they go, what should she wear, what should she say, after all, she needed this to go perfectly to finally get back at that worm and Saturday was only 2 days away!
A/N I am extremely sorry for the delay and apologetic for any damage or withdrawal symptoms I may have caused for the my long absence, and I'm sure that as I'm so nice and kind and wonderful, you will all of course forgive me. Thanks in advance!