~*Rising Temptations*~
Summary: This is a Hermione/Draco, Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Ginny fic but mainly
evolved around Hermione and Draco. They're in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but this
year something different is happening. Idea based on Temptation Island.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I suck..haha!
Chapter 2 - The Hair:
Hermione was lying on her bed again, this time daydreaming about a certain dark
haired 'boy-who-lived'. She blushed whenever she thought of Harry and her together.
Smiling, Hermione rolled over and mentally smacked herself. How can she be falling
so hard for one of her best friends? All because of a simple kiss on the cheek. How
mushy is she? But then Hermione thought of the times at school when Harry would
just talk to her until midnight about nothing at all and the way his glasses framed his
face perfectly and.'stop it, Hermione. You're making no sense at all'. Then
something popped into her mind; she had to look nice and different when she goes
over to Ron's. The only thing that popped into her mind was a makeover. Over the
first part of summer she'd earned and saved a couple hundred bucks from babysitting
her neighbor's children. Grabbing her wallet, she headed out the door. Hermione took
the bus to 10th street where she knew most of the beauty parlors were. Wandering
down the street she passed teen fashion stores, shoe and bag shops, coffee shops,
accessory stores, and finally the beauty parlors. Just as she was about to head into a
hair dresser, a young girl about her age pushed out of the salon and ran into her,
knocking them both down.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" The young girl gasped.
"Owwww, I think I'm fine," Hermione groaned.
As she was trying to stand up the girl exclaimed, "HERMIONE?"
Hermione looked up into the familiar face of, "GINNY! Wow, what are you doing
here?"
"I should ask the same thing. I just got my hair cut here. What about you?"
"Well I'm about to do something to mine, I'm not sure what yet."
"Hmm, come inside and let the expert - me - decide for you."
Giggling, the two girls strolled inside the large parlor. A middle aged man walked up
to them and said, "Miss Weasley, back so soon? Oh? And who is your friend here?"
"This is Hermione Granger. She would like to have her hair cut, straightened and
highlighted please," Ginny said smoothly.
"I - I would?" Stammered Hermione, obviously not sure what is going to be done to
her hair.
Ginny just smiled reassuringly and went to sit on one of the big leather sofas at the
front of the salon. A young, blond lady walked over to Hermione and led her to a sink
with a black chair in front of it. Gesturing for her to sit, Hermione shakily obeyed.
She sat down, leaned back and rested her neck in the curve of the sink. The lady
twisted a knob and a loud rush of cold water came pouring out, making Hermione
gasp. The water soon became warm and the woman soaked her hair thoroughly,
adding lavender smelling shampoo and massaged her scalp for a good five minutes.
Hermione closed her eyes so that stray drops of water wouldn't get in. Then the
woman rinsed the shampoo and repeated that process. After rinsing the shampoo out
the second time, she applied the conditioner, this time smelling like mint. After that
was done, the women squeezed out her thick hair as best as she could and wrapped a
towel around her head. The stunned Hermione stood and followed the woman to
another chair, this time in front of the big mirrors that covered the whole wall.
Through the mirror she could see Ginny sitting on the couch flipping through some
fashion magazine, glancing up once in a while to check on her friend. The lady
walked over to her, holding a black piece of fabric which she draped over Hermione,
covering every part of her and the chair except for her head. Taking off the towel that
was wrapped around her head, she used her fingers to gently comb through the
tangled hair. Then the man who greeted them when they first came into the salon
came with a trolley of supplies and examined her hair for a bit.
"How short would you like your hair?"
"Uh, I don't really know," Hermione confessed.
"Well, your hair is actually quite long. It's just curly so you don't notice it. I'd say I'll
take off two inches."
After saying that, he picked up a small comb and gently worked it through her hair. It
took him about five minutes to comb her hair, and then he picked up a couple big
plastic clips. Using his pinky, he separated a section of hair and pinned it on top. Then
another, and then another. Soon most of her hair was pinned except for the layer of
hair on the very inside. Then he began cutting. For almost an hour, the man, who
Hermione soon learned was called Jack, let down small sections of hair at a time to
cut and constantly combed her hair thoroughly. When he was finished, her semi-dried
hair fell down in a nice layered look. He then brought out a box of tin foil and a bowl
of some goopy concoction. He explained that it will highlight her hair with a nice
light brown color. Jack and the woman who washed her hair worked on her hair. They
first picked out a strand of hair and covered it with the goop. Then they folded it up
with the tin foil. When they were done, Hermione looked like a tin foil monster.
"Follow me," Jack told her. "Here, sit."
Hermione obeyed and sat on a comfortable leather one-person sofa. Above it was a
plastic cap like device that that holes in it. This was all very strange to Hermione,
even is she is muggle born because she never goes to hair dressers. Her mom always
cuts her hair. Jack put the plastic cap over her head and handed her a couple
magazines. Ginny approached her and sat down on the identical chair beside her.
"So what do you think of your hair?" Ginny asked.
"I have no idea what it will turn out like, but I guess it won't be that bad," was the
reply. "Why are you here? Couldn't you cut your hair magically at home?"
"Yea, but I wanted to come to 10th because I always hear Lavender and Parvati talking
about it."
"Oh, I see."
"I hear Ron and Harry saying that you're going to come live with us soon. You can
share my room. I'm sure mum can magic my bed into a bunk bed."
"Gee thanks Ginny. I can't wait to go."
"Hey Hermione, wanna hear something weird? Promise you won't tell Ron or Harry."
"Of course I won't. What is it?" Hermione knew that Ginny was one of the Griffindor
gossip queens.
"Ok, guess who has a crush on you," Ginny smirked.
Hermione's heart started pounding so hard she was sure that the whole salon would
hear.
"Um, I don't know," she heard herself stammer.
"Fine I'll tell you. It's Ron." Her smirk grew larger.
"RON?!" Hermione gasped. How could that be? She never saw Ron as the kind of
person who would fall in love. Especially with her. They'd been best friends for so
long.
"Yea, he talks about you all the time and how great and wonderful and perfect you
were and how he doesn't stand a chance with you and all sorts of stuff," Ginny
rambled on.
'Oh no, how am I supposed to go to Ron's if he likes me?' Hermione thought. 'This
isn't good. Not a single bit.'
"Hello? Earth to Mione? You with me?" Ginny waved a hand over Hermione's face,
snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Er, yea? Sorry what did you say?"
"I said what are you doing after this?"
"Probably going to get some new clothes and maybe some makeup."
"Oh! Can I come with you?"
"Yea sure. You probably know more about these things than me."
"Hell yea," Ginny grinned.
Then Jack arrived and removed the plastic cap from her head. Ginny returned to the
big couch and Hermione stood to follow Jack. Piece by piece Jack and the lady
removed the tin foil. Her hair didn't seem coloured at all. When all the tin foil was
gone, the lady gave her hair another shampoo. Back at Jack's, he took out a blow
dryer and turned it on. The loud noise in her ear deafened out all the other sounds and
once in a while the heat came close to burning her scalp. When he was done, her hair
looked gorgeous. It fell gently on her shoulders in soft layers and a shade of light
brown could be seen on the sides. Hermione turned her head to the side and admired
the streaks of brown that appeared. Smiling she thanked Jack and the lady. At the
desk,
she paid while a flabbergasted Ginny constantly complimented on it.
"Wow, Ron will flip when he sees you now."
Hermione playfully punched her arm but smiled at the thought of the boys stunned.
She didn't really care what Ron thought, but it was the other boy that she mainly
wanted to impress. Flipping her beautiful hair, she linked arms with Ginny and headed
outside.
Ok, so that was longer right? Please review. If you are reading what I'm saying right
now then you need to review. If not, I will cast a deadly curse on you and you will die
a painful death. *Laughs evilly*
REVIEW!!!!! ~dragon tamer
Summary: This is a Hermione/Draco, Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Ginny fic but mainly
evolved around Hermione and Draco. They're in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but this
year something different is happening. Idea based on Temptation Island.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything, I suck..haha!
Chapter 2 - The Hair:
Hermione was lying on her bed again, this time daydreaming about a certain dark
haired 'boy-who-lived'. She blushed whenever she thought of Harry and her together.
Smiling, Hermione rolled over and mentally smacked herself. How can she be falling
so hard for one of her best friends? All because of a simple kiss on the cheek. How
mushy is she? But then Hermione thought of the times at school when Harry would
just talk to her until midnight about nothing at all and the way his glasses framed his
face perfectly and.'stop it, Hermione. You're making no sense at all'. Then
something popped into her mind; she had to look nice and different when she goes
over to Ron's. The only thing that popped into her mind was a makeover. Over the
first part of summer she'd earned and saved a couple hundred bucks from babysitting
her neighbor's children. Grabbing her wallet, she headed out the door. Hermione took
the bus to 10th street where she knew most of the beauty parlors were. Wandering
down the street she passed teen fashion stores, shoe and bag shops, coffee shops,
accessory stores, and finally the beauty parlors. Just as she was about to head into a
hair dresser, a young girl about her age pushed out of the salon and ran into her,
knocking them both down.
"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry! Are you ok?" The young girl gasped.
"Owwww, I think I'm fine," Hermione groaned.
As she was trying to stand up the girl exclaimed, "HERMIONE?"
Hermione looked up into the familiar face of, "GINNY! Wow, what are you doing
here?"
"I should ask the same thing. I just got my hair cut here. What about you?"
"Well I'm about to do something to mine, I'm not sure what yet."
"Hmm, come inside and let the expert - me - decide for you."
Giggling, the two girls strolled inside the large parlor. A middle aged man walked up
to them and said, "Miss Weasley, back so soon? Oh? And who is your friend here?"
"This is Hermione Granger. She would like to have her hair cut, straightened and
highlighted please," Ginny said smoothly.
"I - I would?" Stammered Hermione, obviously not sure what is going to be done to
her hair.
Ginny just smiled reassuringly and went to sit on one of the big leather sofas at the
front of the salon. A young, blond lady walked over to Hermione and led her to a sink
with a black chair in front of it. Gesturing for her to sit, Hermione shakily obeyed.
She sat down, leaned back and rested her neck in the curve of the sink. The lady
twisted a knob and a loud rush of cold water came pouring out, making Hermione
gasp. The water soon became warm and the woman soaked her hair thoroughly,
adding lavender smelling shampoo and massaged her scalp for a good five minutes.
Hermione closed her eyes so that stray drops of water wouldn't get in. Then the
woman rinsed the shampoo and repeated that process. After rinsing the shampoo out
the second time, she applied the conditioner, this time smelling like mint. After that
was done, the women squeezed out her thick hair as best as she could and wrapped a
towel around her head. The stunned Hermione stood and followed the woman to
another chair, this time in front of the big mirrors that covered the whole wall.
Through the mirror she could see Ginny sitting on the couch flipping through some
fashion magazine, glancing up once in a while to check on her friend. The lady
walked over to her, holding a black piece of fabric which she draped over Hermione,
covering every part of her and the chair except for her head. Taking off the towel that
was wrapped around her head, she used her fingers to gently comb through the
tangled hair. Then the man who greeted them when they first came into the salon
came with a trolley of supplies and examined her hair for a bit.
"How short would you like your hair?"
"Uh, I don't really know," Hermione confessed.
"Well, your hair is actually quite long. It's just curly so you don't notice it. I'd say I'll
take off two inches."
After saying that, he picked up a small comb and gently worked it through her hair. It
took him about five minutes to comb her hair, and then he picked up a couple big
plastic clips. Using his pinky, he separated a section of hair and pinned it on top. Then
another, and then another. Soon most of her hair was pinned except for the layer of
hair on the very inside. Then he began cutting. For almost an hour, the man, who
Hermione soon learned was called Jack, let down small sections of hair at a time to
cut and constantly combed her hair thoroughly. When he was finished, her semi-dried
hair fell down in a nice layered look. He then brought out a box of tin foil and a bowl
of some goopy concoction. He explained that it will highlight her hair with a nice
light brown color. Jack and the woman who washed her hair worked on her hair. They
first picked out a strand of hair and covered it with the goop. Then they folded it up
with the tin foil. When they were done, Hermione looked like a tin foil monster.
"Follow me," Jack told her. "Here, sit."
Hermione obeyed and sat on a comfortable leather one-person sofa. Above it was a
plastic cap like device that that holes in it. This was all very strange to Hermione,
even is she is muggle born because she never goes to hair dressers. Her mom always
cuts her hair. Jack put the plastic cap over her head and handed her a couple
magazines. Ginny approached her and sat down on the identical chair beside her.
"So what do you think of your hair?" Ginny asked.
"I have no idea what it will turn out like, but I guess it won't be that bad," was the
reply. "Why are you here? Couldn't you cut your hair magically at home?"
"Yea, but I wanted to come to 10th because I always hear Lavender and Parvati talking
about it."
"Oh, I see."
"I hear Ron and Harry saying that you're going to come live with us soon. You can
share my room. I'm sure mum can magic my bed into a bunk bed."
"Gee thanks Ginny. I can't wait to go."
"Hey Hermione, wanna hear something weird? Promise you won't tell Ron or Harry."
"Of course I won't. What is it?" Hermione knew that Ginny was one of the Griffindor
gossip queens.
"Ok, guess who has a crush on you," Ginny smirked.
Hermione's heart started pounding so hard she was sure that the whole salon would
hear.
"Um, I don't know," she heard herself stammer.
"Fine I'll tell you. It's Ron." Her smirk grew larger.
"RON?!" Hermione gasped. How could that be? She never saw Ron as the kind of
person who would fall in love. Especially with her. They'd been best friends for so
long.
"Yea, he talks about you all the time and how great and wonderful and perfect you
were and how he doesn't stand a chance with you and all sorts of stuff," Ginny
rambled on.
'Oh no, how am I supposed to go to Ron's if he likes me?' Hermione thought. 'This
isn't good. Not a single bit.'
"Hello? Earth to Mione? You with me?" Ginny waved a hand over Hermione's face,
snapping her out of her thoughts.
"Er, yea? Sorry what did you say?"
"I said what are you doing after this?"
"Probably going to get some new clothes and maybe some makeup."
"Oh! Can I come with you?"
"Yea sure. You probably know more about these things than me."
"Hell yea," Ginny grinned.
Then Jack arrived and removed the plastic cap from her head. Ginny returned to the
big couch and Hermione stood to follow Jack. Piece by piece Jack and the lady
removed the tin foil. Her hair didn't seem coloured at all. When all the tin foil was
gone, the lady gave her hair another shampoo. Back at Jack's, he took out a blow
dryer and turned it on. The loud noise in her ear deafened out all the other sounds and
once in a while the heat came close to burning her scalp. When he was done, her hair
looked gorgeous. It fell gently on her shoulders in soft layers and a shade of light
brown could be seen on the sides. Hermione turned her head to the side and admired
the streaks of brown that appeared. Smiling she thanked Jack and the lady. At the
desk,
she paid while a flabbergasted Ginny constantly complimented on it.
"Wow, Ron will flip when he sees you now."
Hermione playfully punched her arm but smiled at the thought of the boys stunned.
She didn't really care what Ron thought, but it was the other boy that she mainly
wanted to impress. Flipping her beautiful hair, she linked arms with Ginny and headed
outside.
Ok, so that was longer right? Please review. If you are reading what I'm saying right
now then you need to review. If not, I will cast a deadly curse on you and you will die
a painful death. *Laughs evilly*
REVIEW!!!!! ~dragon tamer