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Sorry this update has taken so long. Please review if you'd like me to continue. And Blaise Zambini is going to be in seventh year in this story, even though he is really supposed to be in sixth.A/N I've just uploaded the forth chapter. I didn't realize I never gave you guys chapter 3!

The List Of Hot Guys that Gwen Oliver should Date

1. Harry Potter

2. Draco Malfoy

3. Blaise Zambini

4. Ron Weasly

5. Roger Davies

6. Dean Thomas

7. Terry Boot

8. Seamus Finnigan

9. Jacob Larwence

10. James Rynes

I looked at the list Lavender had compiled in disbelief.

"Draco Malfoy? The Slytherin git?" I asked the group incredulousy.

"He's hot." Lavender said simply.

"And I hate Roger Davies."

"He's very hot."

"And I would really like to kill Blaise Zambini."

"He's the hottest." Pavarti said. I sigh huffily, I did ask their help but some of these guy's I would never even date in my worst nightmare.

"Okay now time for the make over!" Pavarti and Lavender said at once, a bit to happily.

"Make over?" I squeak, as the girls close in around me.

"Yes!" Pavarti says as if it's the most obvious thing. "Okay Hermione and Ginny, you guy's study those fashion magazines and fix all of Gwen's clothes." Pavarti ordered.

"My clothes! I love my sweat shirts..." I say in a whinny voice.

"Especially the sweat shirts!" Pavarit said firmly. "Lavender and Brielle, you guys wash, cut and style Gwen's hair..."

"My hair?" I yelp.

"And I'll do your make up!" Everyone scattered to complete their tasks, as Brielle and Lavender shoved me into the bathroom to wash my hair.

...Two Hours Later...

"What do you think?" Pavarti asked excitedly, while I examine myself closely in the mirror. My waist length wild honey colored hair is gone. Now it's more of a honey golden color, with soft tame curls that reach mid back. My eyes sport smoky gray eye liner, and mascara. There's more make up on my face than there's ever been in my entire life, but it looks good and has been done subtly.

"This stringy thingy is a bit uncomfortable." I say at last, pointing towards the strings Ginny calls underwear. I no longer sport my comfy sweat shirt and worn jeans, but a small jean skirt and a clingy crimson shirt, that hangs off my pale shoulders. No more sneakers, but sweaty knee high black boots.

"Gwen, that's not even a thong." Pavarti says, as if she'd given me a big break. I snort, and then sigh.

"Thanks guys. You've done a great job." As soon as I say this everyone starts talking and settling down on the sleeping bag strewn floor. I sit with difficulty, as we scheme on the next stage of the plan. Ginny pulls a wizarding camera from her sleeping bag and snaps a few pictures of me. I grin slightly. "What are the pictures for? The Daily Prophet Extreme Make Over?" I ask jokingly.

"No." Ginny replies, a wicked glint in her green eyes. "There for my dear brothers, one for each I think. I promised to keep them up dated on their best friend." Ginny says with a wink.

"So which guy do you want to date?" Pavarti asks, while placing the list and a huge tub of chocolate frogs in the center of our circle.

"I don't know..." I say, frowning slightly.

"Ron Weasly?" Lavender asks.

"No, I think I'll try some one out of the Weasly family." I say, grinning over at Ginny.

"Harry Potter?"

"No, we are too good of friends."

"Roger Davies?"

"I hate his guts."

"Terry Boot?"

"Too stuck up."

"Jacob Larwence or James Rynes?"

"They're too quiet, and hate rule breaking."

"Seamus Finnigan?"

"Too immature."

"Dean Thomas?"

"Uh, no. I won't date any one on my own Quidditch team."

"Draco Malfoy?"

"That little ferret. No way."

"Fine then, Blaise Zambini."

"I can't date Zambini."

"Why Not?" Lavender asked.

"Well, for one I don't like him. For two, there's to much competition between him and me. And for three--"

"You guy's are almost perfect for each other." Pavarti points out.

"And he's very hot." Lavender replies in a dreamy tone.

"Ginny--" I plead. Surely Ginny, who hates the Slytherin Quidditch Team more then anyone would back me up. But she says nothing and just smiles. "Hermione!" I say turning to her, she should have some sort of objection. But she isn't really paying attention to me.

"Wait!" Hermione says excitedly. Yes! Finally someone to help me out. "The Halloween Ball! Harry and I are Head Boy and Girl, and Dumbledore wants us to come up with something to unite the houses." She says as if we should know what this means. She waits a couple of minutes before explaining in a voice with forced patience. "Well... Quidditch is very popular. What is our four ambassadors at the ball is the four Quidditch Captains? Roger Davies, the Ravenclaw Captain can go to the Ball with Emmeline Rees, the Hufflepuff Captain. And since Gryffindor and Slytherin are the biggest rivals, our Captain can go with their Captain to show unity." Hermione finish with a self-satisfied smile.

"Well that would mean... Gwen would be with Blaise Zambini." Ginny says slowly, as though she were trying to figure out what Hermione had said through her confusion.

"Zambini and me?" I squeak.

"Brillant!" Lavender and Brielle shout. I glare around.

"I don't think Gwen can get Zambini." Pavarti says suddenly. My jaw drops. "I think that's why she doesn't want us to chose him."

"I could get Zambini any time I wanted!" I reply cockily.

"Prove it. I bet you 15 galleons that you couldn't get Zambini by... Christmas if you tried." I quickly calculated, if was October 23.

"I could!" I say defiantly, my competitive edge rushing over my common sense.

"Fine then, Christmas it is!"

"Hey I didn't say..."

"What trying to back out now?" Pavarti asks innocently. I shut my mouth and glare at everyone. "Okay, now that that's settle. Tomorrow is the trip to Hogsmeade, and we need to be up early so we can all buy our Halloween Ball costumes."

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