Note: I find none of the fics that are mentioned in this story terrible, or even bad, its just that they contain the right kind of information that I'm looking for. On the contrary, the ones I mention are the ones I like the most.

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Virginia Weasley paced the lengths of the library, apparently talking to herself.

"Where on earth is Hermione? I contacted her half an hour ago! This situation is not only important, but it is also terrible! Its disgusting! Its appauling! IT MUST STOP!"

"Whats must stop now?" Hermione Granger's bushy mane of hair appeared around the corner.

"This! Read this!" Ginny thrust two heaps of parchment, one entitled "Sweet Temptations", and another entitled "Rawk on 111" under Hermione's nose, and the redhead took it and began to read…

A few minutes later, Hermione finished reading, and her eyes were wide.

"Why, This is…hey, why are you always with Malfoy?" Ginny shrugged, and Hermione gave her a sympathetic look before reverting to the subject.

"I feel sorry for you Gin, I really do, but weren't you going to say something? I promise we'll talk about it later." Ginny nodded, and Hermione continued.

"Right, Sorry, Hermes. This Current situation is.."

"Spit it out, woman!" Ginny glared. "Sorry.."

"That you and I are being portrayed as sluts!"

"we are?" Hermione re-scanned the fic. Her eyes widened.

"Hey! I would never wear that!"

"Er..'Mione?"

"Yes?"

"You're wearing that now.." And sure enough, as Hermione Granger, the most bookish bookworm of Hogwarts history looked down in horror, she was, indeed, wearing extremely revealing and slutty, not to mention, whore-ish clothing. She gasped, and tried to cover her self with her large textbook. Ginny could only stare in amusement and try not to giggle. Hermione glared daggers at her friend.

"GINNY! This isn't funny! I feel like I'm not wearing anything! What do we do?"

"Well, for starters, 'we' could come up to the boys dorm and 'we' cold have some fun." Hermione's eyes widened (again), and she turned around in shock.

"Gods, Ron! Since when have you learned to dish out such cheesy lines?" Ron hung his head.

"Sorry.."

"You had better be. Get out!" After Ron's hast retreat, Hermione turned to Ginny.

"Well, What are we to do?" Ginny thought for a moment, then turned back to the older girl.

"To the common room. And fast."

It was a very hard task, maneuvering Hermione through the halls and corridors without people noticing. It was pelting rain outside, and people were indoors-Therefore the sight of an over-cheery Ginny, with a scantily dressed and very embarrassed Hermione hiding behind her was a sight to see.

"Hey, hot stuff, can I stir your cauldron sometime? I'll pay extra!"

"Bugger OFF!" Ginny yelled, making the Ravenclaw sixth year slink away. She turned back, only to see that Hermione had vanished.

Oh, the poor thing must be in the bathrooms, crying her eyes out. Men are such bastards sometimes! Ginny ran towards the nearest bathrooms, only to find…

"Hermione!" Hermione and Pansy looked up.

"What?"

"What in Merlin's beard are you doing?" Hermione looked at the contract, which had been charmed to fill in all the blanks to suit her liking.

I, Hermione Granger, Am hereby signing this contract to gain membership into "S.L.U.T", the secret and shelter for all whores and sluts to feel safe. I will, at all costs, keep the club a secret unless instructed to do so.

Rules of the Club:

attempt to "conquer" at least one person per day, male or female.

age is not an issue.

Conservative clothes are not uniform. Remember, the skimpier, the better!

Professors are not out of bounds.

Never accept anything under three Galleons.

Signature of Member

Signature of Leader

Ginny looked at Pansy in disgust, as Hermione dropped the parchment as though it had burned her.

"Ginny! You have to help me! I don't know what is going on!"

"I do!" A little voice singsonged, as a girl appeared in a puff of black smoke. She was quite short, with wavy jet black hair with crimson streaks, and violet eyes. Hermione raised her eyebrows.

"You can't apparate or—"

"Disapparate in the castle grounds, I know, I know. But hey, Its my story, and I can do what I like!" Ginny glared.

"So you're behind the whole 'hermione turning into a whore' thing! Who are you?"

"I'm Mori! I'm controlling you guys!"

"You're WHAT?"

"I'm controlling you guys. This is a story. And you guys are characters. Ginny, I could turn you into a punk rocker If I wanted to. And Hermione, I could make you fall for snape!" Hermione flinched.

"No! He's an ugly old bat!"

"Not in this picture!" Mori waved a sketch in front of the girls. Pansy was the first to grab it.

"Wow, not bad. Did you draw this?"

"Nope."

"Lemme see!" Hermione gaped. Snape was no longer a thin, sallow faced old bat. He was…muscly…and…handsome. Hermoine blushed.

"He's…Not bad…"

"That's not the point! Turn 'Mione back to the way she was!"

"Hmm…Maybe not. I like her like this. And I think I'll change you too." A puff of smoke later, and Ginny was punk. She was now wearing black bondage pants, and a slashed black shirt with the words 'Anarchy' in blood red. Ginny looked at herself in the mirror. She was wearing thick black eyeliner, along with red eyeshadow, to match her hair, which was now stick straight. Her ears were pierced six times, with a tiny glittering Jewel in each ear. She smiled.

"Its actually quite…No! What would the professors say?"

"Its either that, or goth."

"This is good. I like it. Yep. But what about Hermione?"

"I think she can stay like that. Slut!Hermione is funny."

"No! Wait!" Too late. The evil little girl was already gone. Ginny sighed.

"Come on, 'Mione, we'd better…'Mione? Hermione? Oh, now where is she?" Ginny rushed out of the bathrooms. Hermione was nowhere in sight.

"Looking for someone, Ginny?" Harry walked up to her. His hair was quite ruffled, and he was gasping for breath.

"Yeah, Hermione ran off, I can't find her?. Have you seen her?"

"No, sorry, Gin." Suddenly Ginny noticed Harry's appearance.

"Harry, are you alright?"

"Yeah..Just…Er…That git Malfoy again. Bye!" And with that, Harry sped off. Ginny looked puzzled, then resumed her search.

A couple of hours later, Ginny arrived, panting at the common room. The only occupants, Seamus Finnigan and Parvati, looked up from their game of chess.

"Ginny? You alright?"

"Yeah, fine thanks, Seamus. Where Hermione? I've been looking for her for ages."

"Since when have you been punk?"

"Since now. Hermione?" Seamus and Parvati merely pointed towards the couch. Seamus looked amused, while Parvati looked happy. Ginny followed their fingers, until she saw it.

Hermione.

On the couch.

Snogging…

Ron.

"Hermione!"

"What? He's cute!" Ron looked up, a goofy grin on his face.

"Heehee…Shes pretty." Ron slurred.

"Ugh…Well, if you can't beat them, join them."

"Right you are. Come join the club. We're punk, too."

"Alright, why not?"

Ah, the strange happenings at Hogwarts.