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Warnings: This chapter might contain spoilers for the Fifth book in the serie, Order of the Phoenix. This means that if you hadn't read that, this will spoil your surprises. It's okay, since many people who has the time to read fanfictions already read all the books. I personally read everything even they do contain spoilers...

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CHAPTER 2 – A Colorful Secret

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The silvery moonlight was replaced by the bright sunshine, shone on Hermione Granger's face. She fluttered her eyes open, and found two strong arms wrapped around her body. She was still in her pajamas, on her bed with Oliver Wood. They didn't do anything last the night before, just slept in each other's arms, nothing more. Hermione found it warm with Oliver, but she wanted to wake up early to finish her Les Comte de Mount Christo book before July ends so quickly in three days.

Hermione and Oliver had been going out since last Christmas, during Hermione's Sixth Year. Hermione came to Diagon Alley to buy some books, and she hanged out with Harry and Ron there as well. By then, the war didn't start officially, but Voldemort had been plotting. Oliver came to Leaky Cauldron to rent for a while since that his Quidditch team had given vacations during the Christmas and the summer. The boy was pretty surprised when he find Hermione in the Flourish and Blotts, but he couldn't resist his furious blushes as he asked her out.

It turns out that Oliver had been have a knot in his stomach ever since he graduated, since that he thought he will enver see Hermione again. After she heard what Oliver had said, Hermione was very surprised. But she gave him a promise that she would give him her answer two days later. Well, after some thinking, Hermione realized that Oliver could be a very good boyfriend, he was nice, handsome, and pretty shy to girls. If he asked somebody, he must like her very much.

They did meet pretty often after the Christmas break, since that Quidditch wasn't that popular because of the War. But anywhere near Hogwarts or Dumblefore, it's as save as a pin in the hayloft. Even Hogsmeade, where Hermione usually made an excuse to Harry and Ron to meet Oliver in the Hog's Head. Oliver had been really sweet, although he was a proffesional Quidditch player, Hermione didn't find him talking about Quidditch as bothering as when Ron and Harry did.

After replaying their little relationship in her mind, Hermione decided that it was time for her to wake up. She quietly slipped out of the Quidditch player's arms, but this disturbed his slumber.

"Hermione, where are you going this early?" Oliver questioned quietly with a yawn.

"Nowhere," Hermione replied truthfully, "I just want to get my book on the desk so I could read for a short while after I'm done taking a shower. I want to finish the book before this month finishes."

"Oh, books, what else can you think..." Oliver smirked, in a funny, exaggerated way, "Anyway, I'm not an early riser, so I guess I want to sleep for a little more. I thought you would have been sleeping last night, so I came to surprise you in the morning. But you were still reading at midnight. Well I want to go to sleep now..."

He settle himself back down on the pillow, but with his eyes opened as if waiting for something. Hermione quickly realized as she came and set a gentle peck on Oliver's cheek. "Your eyes..." Oliver said, weirdly.

"What's wrong with my eyes?" Hermione asked as she blinked twice.

"Oh, nothing." Oliver answer as he closed his eyes, "I must've been too sleepy..."

Hermione shrugged, took the strangeness into ignorance. She took out some under garments and a bath towel from her wardrobe, and walked down the staircases into the big girls' bathroom. It was very beautiful, with cream white marble basins, and white marble tubs. Many grooming tools were placed on the basin as well. There were total of 5 pairs of tubs and basins on the two sides of the bathroom, and in the center, there was a big pool with serpent-shaped faucets that was always filled with warm water.

Elf's right is not used here either, I thought there were only Kreacher here, but I guess there are more. There will be one day when they realize how cruel they were to their house-elves, they will have revenge one day. But now, I need to take a bath. Hermione gritted her teeth as she settled her clean clothes and the bath towel on the marble floor. She took of her pajamas and stepped into the bath. It was very comfotable, and soothing. The water was made from mint dew, so it also has the ability of skin- healing.

After about half an hour in the pool, Hermione wrapped a towel around herself, and stpped out of the pool. Maginificently, the water was drain out from the faucets on the sides, and the pool was empty. Of course, after Hermione leaves the bathroom, house-elves would come and filled the pool again with warm water.

Hermione walked to one of the basins on the sides, and took out a comb to comb her wild hair. Strangely, her hair looks unusually dark today, but Hermione ignored it. Perhaps it's just the damp air in the bathroom. Hermione thought. After combing her hair, Hermione changed into her clean clothes. When she looked into her mirror, she was very shocked.

Her eyes were hazel, not her usual chocolate brown. It was not hard to notice, her eyes were still brown, but seems to be mixed with blue. Now Hermione was terrified. This is impossible, how could I have an appearance change? This is weird, but how could I hide my eyes? I know... Hermione dicided to pay a visit to her very favorite Metamorphmagus.

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In one vast study, Draco Malfoy woke up. He yawned gracefully, and got up from his bed. Aphrodite and Hermes, the two owls were both sleeping peacefully, head nuzzled against each other. Draco stroke Hermes' velvety feathered head gently, as he walked to his wardrobe to get some clean clothes to take a shower.

Tell you if you want to believe, this wizard own more clothes than most of the models. He has five wardrobes, full of nothing but clothes. One for normal days, one for formals occasions, one for vacations, one for holidays such as Christmas, Easter, Halloween, one for Hogwarts Robes, and another one for undergarments, bathrobes and pajamas. They have all different colors, but mostly silver and green. Draco opened the door to normal occasions, and picked an old jean and a normal tee-shirt. He opened the last door for his boxer.

He walked into his own bathroom, which was almost as big as the prefect's bathroom. He let the cold water hit him, and not long, he finished bathing. I want to reply to Egyptian Penguin today, then I have to go to Diagon Alley to buy another owl for school... Draco thought to himself.

His old owl, Nethafa, had been old since that he used him for six years. Cost for an owl compare to his family fortune was like a grain of dust comparing to the blue Earth, almost nothing. He sat back down on his French Maplewood chair, and started to write neatly with his blackswan- feathered quill.

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"What's up, Hermione?" Nymphadora Tonks asked as she saw the reflection of the young witch in the mirror of her vanity. She had silvery-blond hair today, reach her waist and tied up in an elegant pony tail on the back of her head. Strands of hair flowed nicely on the sides of her face. Perhaps it was because of the pale white skin, and the periwinkle eyeshadow, instead of her tomboy-ish face, she had a calm look on herself. "Do you like my new look? I just wanted to try it out. I thought of it last night."

"Yeah, it looks... Nice, and calm." Hermione answer unattentively as she thought, she looks just like Malfoy's sister...

"So, what's up," Tonks asked again, "Which wind blows you here?"

"I..." Hermione didn't know what to say, afrais that Tonks might find out her secret of the eyes. But she gathered her courage, and asked, "I just want to know if there is any spell that can change your eye color."

"Oh, there isn't a spell for Metamorphmagus," Tonks answered, as she stood up from her vanity, "We don't need spells, we can change our appearance at will. See my eyes, they are grey today... So why do you ask?"

"Nothing, Nothing." Hermione answered hastily, as she turned her face away from the Metamorphmagus, "Nothing..."

"Let me see your eyes," Tonk walked over to Hermione, but Hermione blocked her, "It's okay, I will keep your secret, if you do have any."

Hearing this, Hermione reluctantly opened her eyes to let Tonks see. "There's nothing wrong, I think this looks better on you. Hazel looks nice, how you do it?"

"I didn't, it just turned like this! And I don't care if it looks nice or not, I just want it to be back brown!" Herminoe spoke, a bit angry.

"Oh sure, of course. Metamorphmaguses can change other people's appearances as well, but not as much as the Magus him or herself. Here I go!" Tonks said as she closed her eyes, thinking hard. For a moment, Hermione felt a jolt to her body.

"There you go!" Tonks said merrily as she check Hermione's eyes again, "Go check in the mirror!" Hermione did so, although it wasn't as deep as before, her eyes are definitely brown. She hugged Tonks hard and ran off back to her own room.

"I wonder what's wrong with her..." Tonks muttered to herself...

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Author's Note: Heh, heh, heh! Another chapter done! I'm pretty proud of myself. I hope this chapter is long enough, and I updated sooner than I expected. I hope you all like my story, and thanks to Shorstuff10 and Applescm of reviewing!