Hair Gel
By Soulfull Ishida
117 Words
Hermione let out a frustrated growl. How in Heaven's name was she supposed to get ready for this ball when her hair was thinker than Ron's skull?!? With a huff she fixed her broken hairbrush, then glanced at the hair straightening cream lying innocently on the table.
"I told myself I wouldn't use this stuff," she muttered, tossing the bottle from hand to hand. "I told myself that using this would take away part of myself, change my appearance so I wouldn't be the same person.
She squirted some of the cream into her hand and ran it through her hair. Hopefully, this new person would be attractive.
Maybe she would even catch a certain Weasley's eye.