Blind Date
Chapter 2: Preparations
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, and I don't own anything to do with Harry Potter, so don't sue me!
Hermione stood nervously in front of her mirror, trying to figure out how to tame her hair. She had taken an hour-long shower just before this, and used at least three bottles of conditioner in doing so. Her hair was still flying everywhere and she could hardly get her brush through it. She tried to put it in a braid, but she couldn't get the hair to part into three sections. She thought about pigtails, but decided she would try to be herself. She would NEVER wear pigtails normally.
She finally decided to just sweep it up in a quick, messy ponytail so this mysterious man wouldn't think she was trying too hard.
After this decision, she spent thirty minutes in front of her closet. What message did she want to put out? She finally decided on a pair of jeans, and a green, slightly low-cut shirt. She was hoping the jeans would make him think she was relaxed about this, and would show him that she cared about comfort. The shirt, she decided, would show him that she did put a little effort into the date.
Hermione still wasn't sure about this date. Jessica had assured her that this man was nice, and easy on the eyes as well, but she still wasn't trusting.
She decided she would be cautious with this date, and try to take things slowly.
She did hope that he would appreciate that she wanted to get to know him before doing anything physical. She had already decided that if he tried to make a move on her on their first date, he was definitely gone… Not that anyone would want to try that…
Hermione now moved on to her makeup. She looked nervously in the mirror. Her face was pretty average, with brown eyes, and average features. She wasn't disappointed with her looks, but she wasn't happy with them either.
Hermione trailed her finger slowly around her face and then stopped with her finger on the middle of her lip. She looked in the mirror and thought about what it would be like to be kissed again. What it would be like to be cared about again.
She put on some mascara, and decided that would be enough. She didn't want to seem to overboard, although she did want him to think of her as beautiful. Hermione walked slowly to the next room in her apartment and sat down on her couch. She bit her lip lightly, and stared at the door waiting to hear the familiar chime of her doorbell.
After five minutes she was a nervous wreck, so she went back to her bedroom to calm herself. She stood in there for ten minutes, looking around at her familiar surroundings.
She had gotten herself worked up thinking about all of the things that could go wrong. What if he was a loser? What would she do? What if he was perfect and he thought she was a loser? Then what would she do?
Suddenly, breaking Hermione out of her reverie, the doorbell rang. She jumped up, startled, and then ran out of the room. She stood in front of the door for a few seconds, so he wouldn't realize she had run.
Finally, she opened the door and gazed into the eyes of her blind date.
A/N: I'm sorry things haven't gotten very far yet, but I'm trying to get things set up. The date is going to start in the next chapter, obviously. Thanks for all of your reviews!