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A/N: Yay!!! I'm so happy I got some reviews, I know how hard it is to have at least someone look at your work when it's published under Harry Potter… you're competing with every one else! But I just want to say thanks to: DarkRaven-04, Gothhottie, sw33t4zn10v3 (Loved your review!), pyro-2389, and slyswn28. Your reviews have inspired me to go on! And I usually don't give shout outs in my authors notes, but for this one time I will! Because you all deserve it! Please be faithful and continue to tell me how I've done! And so sorry for such a long update!! I hope this was worth the wait!

Down With Love

By Andi JJ

Chapter Two: First Steps

Seven-nineteen (am)… the early bird catches the worm! What's there to catch you ask? How about a last glimpse of the world before I introduce it to a new theory? Today is the last day of summer holiday. I would usually be spending it with my school books and checking over all my homework… but not today, today is my day. Today is going to be the day that I spend worrying about myself. When was the last time I did that? Wait a minute… I never did that! Why? Because I was busy worrying about school and solving my friend's problems. For example (and a rather extreme one at that): Harry Potter. But that's not all. No, no, no, no. It gets worse. Ron Weasley. Ginny Weasley. Parvarti Patel. Lavender Brown. Seamus, Neville, Dean… and those are just my school mates. I would tell you about the muggle girls down the street but that list would go on forever.

No. Today I am going to concentrate on my plan to get back at the male race. "How do you do that" you ask? Simple. Tease them. Show them what they can't have. Play their game. And me? I'm going to play a rather big roll in this scenario. I'm going to be captain of my team, and I'm going to win this "game". And do you know what else? I'm going to enjoy every bit of it.

First, I'll become what I've always loathed. I will do the impossible. I will surprise the world. I will "Turn the Tables". I'm going to turn this innocent bookworm into the definition of a Dangerous Heartbreaker. And do you want to know something else? I'm going to do it all in one day. As for everything else… well, I'll save that for Hogwarts.

First on my list of priorities…

I need to do a little bit of shopping and running around. I need new clothes. My old ones will NEVER do. I need to become a boy-entrancer. New muggle clothes AND witch clothes (which I'll just buy in Hogsmead). So the first stop on my running around list is the mall. And I know just the place… OXFORD STREET! 132 different stores where only the richest of the rich shop.

(OXFORD STREET- yea baby!)

Wow. I never actually shopped here before; I've always sent my parents instead. But now I know what I've missed! Department stores everywhere! Those small stores that sell the latest fashions… and so much more! Shoes, cosmetics, jewelry, and much, MUCH more!

I was in heaven! Why wasn't I ever introduced to this? Is this what girls do when they're out shopping? Now I know why they shop so much! I could be here all day! But unfortunately… I can't. I have many things to complete. With my spare money that I had saved up from various occasions and jobs, I was able to buy just about everything I wanted! Yes, I wanted it all, but I was able to get what I was able to afford, and that was a lot! I got my ears pierced thrice! It hurt… but they do look good. I thought about my belly, but decided against it. Maybe in a later date.

I changed in one of the stores. I wasn't sure how I'd look, or even feel about wearing a foreign style (to me), but I got the courage and changed. I bought a cute pink skirt and a tight, white polo shirt that seemed to expose an uncomfortable amount of skin in my breast area. I topped it with white name-brand (Phat Farm) Sneakers. Now there is no turning back. I am stuck with what I have.

My next stop was the Hair and Nail salon. I needed a good manicure and a well working relaxer for my hair.

Last time I went into the shop, they treated me like any other normal person. But when I walked in with my shopping bags and new attire, they seemed to treat me like royalty! There was a lady at the counter who seemed to be in her mid forty's. Her hair was a beautiful raven color, with little hints of white. She took one look at me, smiled and just led me to the back, joking about how I must have been having a bad hair-day this morning and how I came to the right place. That's when I came around to the fact that maybe this "new look" wasn't so bad.

After they put the relaxer in and as I was sitting under the hair dryer, I decided that tomorrow I would get to work on a new spell that would keep my hair straight.

When she pulled my hair out and brushed it, she rinsed it down with soap and added some sort of color to it. This wasn't in my hair procedure, but I decided not to argue. When she was finished blow drying it, I looked into the mirror and gasped at the sight! My hair was AMAZING!

It was so straight and much longer then I thought it was, it fell over my shoulders in a very feminine way, slightly grazing the sides of my face. I had grown out my bangs a year ago, so my hair seemed to outline my face and show off my wonderful features!

And remember when I told you about the color she had added? It was practically the same color as my hair, but a shade or two darker. It was also very luscious and seemed to glow an auburn hue. It was heavenly!

The lady led me over to her nail salon and began to push back my cuticles. As she did this, younger women with pale blonde hair and brilliant blue eyes started talking to me about my make-up. This also wasn't part of the procedure, but I gave into it without so much as a fuss. I just nodded my head along with whatever she said; I didn't know a thing about make-up, I've never used it before in my life. She seemed to see this though, and assured me that everything would be fine, and that I was guaranteed to like my new look.

It had been about and hour and half before both women had finished there work, and when I turned to the mirror for a second time, I could hardly recognize my self! My eyes seemed deeper and more entrancing, my lips seemed fuller and my skin seemed flawless! My nails were beautiful with a nice, asian-french-tip. I looked like a model on the cover of "Teen Witch Weekly". I was in love with my own reflection; I could stare at it all day.

But I still had one more thing to do… go home and write to Ginny. It was almost dusk, and my last holiday was just about over. It was time to put my plan into action. And Ginny was my first to recruit.

-tbc-

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muah,

Andi