A/N: Hello everyone, i finally have chapter 8 up and running. Exams are over thank god. I have gotten my scien exam back- 75 yay! I passed. I'm very please with that. I have my English, Maths and Japanese tests still to recieve. I should have chapter 9 up soon, my friend Emma i have to say thank you too because she helped me write it!

I have a disco to go to on Friday night and a party on Sunday: Death by Chocolate. LOL. We put on face masks and than are fed chocolate cake...mmmmm heavan. Yum. Than not this monday but next monday we have about 38 students from Newcastle (place near Sydney) that are coming to Moree, no idea why, this place is a hole. Anyway so they'll be here for awhile and were having a disco for them on the tuesday. It should be good. My friend emma is playing "host" to a student and so are some of my other friends, lucky. We have year 10 graduation coming up so that should be good. So excited, only 4 weeks left of school.

School at the moment is pretty sad with the death of a yr 8 students mother in a car accident. :( The funeral is on this Thursday so if you guyssay your prayers please keep her in your mind. That weekend there was a total of 500 car accidents in New South Wales with half of them having at least one death. Pretty scary huh? All right so everyone i hope you enjoy the chapter, god bless you all. Please review.

Love Mel xxoo.

Chapter 8

Hermione sighed flipping through some files. She had been back at work for three days now. Soon after New Years Day Hermione went straight back to work. As she flipped through the files something caught her eye. The file was from the Adoption Deparment, curiously Hermione flipped it open to find Janelle's adoption form. There was a yellow post-it note on the front adressed to her,

'Please read over and approve papers. They will need signing and sent immediately back. Applicant must have one recommendation, find someone suitable.'

Hermione grinned, 'too easy' she thought and begun to write out a recommendation for Janelle from Herself. Who better than to get a recommendation from. When she was done Hermione read through the papers and signed them, sealing them up in an envelope. She set the envelope in the out box sitting on her desk. Smiling to herself Hermione continued on with the rest of her work. By five O'Clock her out box was full to the brim and Hermione had gotten through all her files.

Hermione reclined in her chair looking out the window. Below her muggles were walking around laughing and chattering as they shopped. Right across from Hermione, she saw a paint shop and it got her thinking about colour schemes for the nursery. Hermione had already decided that they would not be painting the child's whole room pink. She was strongly leaning towards Sunny Yellow walls with Blue or purple trimmings or maybe even both. The only other thing she was positive about was her daughter would be bought up in both the wizarding and muggle worlds. Her child was not going to be ingorant to her heritage. Hermione rubbed her ever expanding tummy absently. It was now a very nice bump that was visible, so now the whole ministry knew she was expecting. Hermione sighed in frustration when her thoughts turned to Fred. Fred was so kind, caring, gentle, loving and attentive that it was making her crazy. The more he did it the more she couldn't take it. It was getting harder and harder to keep herself in denial of her feelings, which were confusing to say the least. She had tried blaming the hormones and that she was only thinking these things because he was the father of her child, but no matter how hard she tried to come up with an excuse they weren't working. Hermione wiped away the tears that fell down her cheeks in frustration.

"Damn these hormones" she muttered.

"Mrs Weasley is everything all right?" Hermione turned away from the window to see Margot standing at her desk the out box in her hands looking worried.

"Everything's fine Margot, just my stupid Hormones mucking about"

Margot smiled sympathetically, "All right than Mrs Weasley. Have a nice evening" Margot turned and walked towards the door.

"Margot?" Margot stopped at the door and turned back questioningly.

"Just a tip for you, don't get married or have kids too young. Live your life, start a career, you're only young once so get out there and have some fun won't you"

"I will Mrs- Hermione. I wasn't planning on having kids too young at all. To tell the truth I want to travel the world and one day end up with a good career and loving husband like my role model" Hermione smiled, Margot had a good head on her shoulders and there would be a great guy waiting out there for her.

"She sounds pretty terrific"

"Yeah she is"

"So who is this wonderful role model?"

Margot smiled, "It's you". Hermione was speechless; she was Margot's role model.

"Well see you tomorrow Mrs Weasley". Margot quietly closed the door behind her leaving Hermione alone in her office. Hermione smiled happily to herself, Margot was such a wonderful girl. Now Hermione knew Margot pretty well and when Hermione had been able to get Margot to come out of her shell, Margot had confided in her. Hermione had found out Margot went to Hogwarts, she had been in Ravenclaw so she was very smart. She was a very shy person at school so many people ignored her and she didn't have many friends. She had been head of her class, head of her year and she came second only to Hermione in her NEWT final exams. She also knew Margot in school dated one guy from Hufflepuff, his name was Adrian. He was her first boyfriend at the age of 16. They had broken up after graduation; he had wanted different things to her. Hermione knew that since than she'd had no other boyfriends. Margot was a pure blood. Her Mother was Irish and her Father was half Greek/half Italian. Her parents were wealthy but Margot refused to let them buy anything for her. She had on her own nice apartment near work and had got her job without any help.

Now Margot didn't have any boyfriends because she was ugly, no she was just too shy. In fact Margot was very pretty but she tried not to show it. Margot was of just above average height, she was thin but not stick thin, and she had curves. Her skin was usually a light tan except for when she came back from the Mediterranean where she spent the Christmas holidays with her parents. Those times she came back with a very brown complexion. She had wavy, dark red hair with blonde highlights, and to finish off the appearance, ocean blue eyes. Hermione thought she was stunning but Margot hid her face behind her hair so know one could properly see her face. She wore clothes that didn't particularly show of her figure and Hermione always saw her in suits: Mid calf length skirts or long pants, blouses and a jacket. Plus she wore glasses. They were actually quite cute but you rarely got to see them and Hermione just knew contacts would help bring her eyes out. That's when Hermione had her brilliant beyond brilliant idea. Margot's birthday was January 11th, in three days time. It was also a Saturday, which was even better. Perfect for her birthday surprise for Margot.

On Thursday Hermione was once again staring out the window, this time she was thinking about different things. The first was Margot's birthday surprise and the second was Harry. She was worried about him, she hadn't heard from him since Christmas day which is why she asked him to met her for lunch today, well actually she ordered him to. It was now 12:30pm Harry would be arriving any minute now. A light knock interrupted her thoughts.

"Come in Margot" called Hermione; Hermione always knew when Margot was at the door.

"Uh Mrs Weasley?" said Margot coming into the office. Hermione spun to look at her, as usual Margot had her hair down shielding most of her face, the black skirt, white blouse and black jacket. She was also holding a bunch of files. Hermione shook her head mentally.

"Yes Margot"

"Mr Potter has arrived"

"Let him in"

Margot nodded and went back to the door; Hermione heard her soft voice talking to Harry.

"Mr Potter, Mrs Weasley will see you now"

"Thank you" replied Harry. Shortly after he came in with Margot behind him.

"Was there anything else Margot?" asked Hermione. Margot nodded stepping forward, Hermione saw her eyes slide quickly to Harry than back to her.

"Yes, Mrs Abbot-Boot's secretary bought these up. They need to be read and signed" Hermione nodded taking the files.

"Thank you Margot. Oh how rude of me. Harry this is Margot Amherst, my secretary slash personal assistant. Margot this is Harry Potter, a close friend of mine"

"Nice to meet you Mr Potter" said Margot softly shaking his hand. Harry smiled brightly at her,

"And you Miss Amherst". Margot nodded and than edged towards the door.

"Anything you need Mrs Weasley"

"No thankyou Margot, that will be all". Margot nodded and disappeared.

"Harry how are you doing?" Hermione hugged him tightly.

"I'm doing good Hermione, Really I am. I'm actually quite happy," insisted Harry seeing the look she gave him. "So is your secretary always like that?" he asked. Hermione nodded. "Yeah, she's very shy"

"How old is she, she looks quite young"

"She's 20 this Saturday."

"She seems like a lovely lady"

"She is. I'm planning on doing something for her birthday"

"That's very nice of you"

"I'm just a nice person"

"And you're modest"

"Exactly. Now let's go to lunch".

Harry and Hermione went to a restaurant nearby and had a lovely lunch. Harry looked very happy, he was laughing, and Hermione's worries were slowly ebbing away. After lunch Harry went off to Quidditch training and Hermione went back to work. At six o'clock she packed up her things ready to leave. When she left her office Margot was still at her desk working away.

"Working day is over Margot time to go home"

"I was just leaving" Margot stood up grabbing her handbag; together they went down to the atrium. As they walked through the atrium Hermione was mentally making her over.

"Margot what are you doing for your birthday on Saturday"

"Nothing at all. My Parent's are away at the moment in New Zealand. I'll just spend the day at home or something"

"That's too bad Margot. Well I have to get home, have a husband to look after". Margot smiled and said Good night before apparating away. Hermione grinned in anticipation before apparating home.

Bright and Early Saturday morning Hermione was out of bed, showered and dressed by 9:00am. Hermione had decided to wear jeans and a chocolate brown beaded tank top. She hummed quietly to herself as she made Fred's breakfast; he was still in bed dead to the world. Hermione made his morning coffee setting it down on the table next to the daily prophet. She paused for a second as she heard a thud and than heavy footsteps above her and than a door slam. Fred was awake. She had just set his breakfast down when he entered the kitchen.

"Good Morning" said Hermione.

"Morning" mumbled Fred sitting down. He looked up at her, "What aren't you eating breakfast?"

"I am but not here. I told you last night, I'm taking a friend out for her birthday and the first thing where doing is having breakfast at a nice café I know"

"Mhhmm. Okay. Have fun" Fred yawned widely in the middle of his sentence.

"I will. I'm leaving in a few minutes so you have the duty of washing up okay?"

"Okay."

Hermione left him to go get her coat, handbag, two sets of nice clothes and her shoes. Before she walked out the door she went back into the kitchen.

"I'm going now. I won't be back until after dinnertime. I'm taking Margot to dinner with some friends."

"Got it. Bye Babe"

Hermione didn't say anything and simply apparated over to Margot's apartment building.

Hermione looked around impressed, 'nice place' she thought. She took the elevator to the 10th floor where Margot lived in apartment 10C. Hermione found her apartment and rapped on the door. She heard movement inside and than the door opened.

"Mrs Weasley?" asked Margot opening the door fully. Margot stood in front of her with her hair in a messy ponytail, grey sweat pants and a black singlet top.

"And good morning to you Margot. Happy Birthday" replied Hermione.

"Thanks….Why are you here?" asked Margot curiously.

"Because it's your birthday and I'm taking you out" Hermione walked into Margot's apartment and looked around. The walls where white with blue trimming and the carpet was white. The furnishings were made of wood and the couches were a deep blue. It was a very nice apartment. Margot was looking at her confused.

"I hope you haven't eaten"

"I haven't"

"Okay good, now go get in the shower" Margot was still looking at her odd. "Come on Margot get in that shower, can't waste time have a lot of things to do today"

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because you are a friend and I want to help you celebrate your birthday. So chop, chop" Margot grinned,

"Sure thing".

While Margot showered Hermione looked in her wardrobe. Just as she suspected there was no casual or fancy clothes whatsoever. Hermione tutted, "This just won't do". She pulled out a set of clothes she bought laying them on the bed; a pair of skinny jeans and a short sleeve Pink top. From Margot's things she found a pair of simple low-heeled black shoes and to her surprise a nice chocolate brown knee-length coat that was hanging right at the back of the wardrobe to complete the outfit.

Not long after Margot came out and looked at the clothes on the bed.

"What are these?"

"You're clothes for today, go on put them on". While Margot got dressed Hermione had a look around the rest of the apartment. The apartment consisted of a lounge room, kitchen, small dining room, two bedrooms, a bathroom and a balcony off the lounge room. Hermione turned around when she heard the bedroom door open. Margot stood their shifting awkwardly.

"You look fantastic!" cried Hermione inspecting her approvingly.

"I haven't worn Jeans for ages" admitted Margot.

"Yes well every young woman needs a pair of hipster jeans. Now I think you should leave your hair in a ponytail. Now grab your coat, handbag and put on your shoes we have a café to get to" Margot nodded and collected her things. Hermione had chosen to go to a Muggle café so they took Muggle transportation. She hailed a taxi and in no time at all where having breakfast at a quiet out of the way café.

"This place is very nice," commented Margot.

"Yeah, my friends and I during the summers used to come here all the time"

"So what else did you have planned for the day?"

"Well I decided you need a change. You're 20 now and it's the start of a new decade for you, the 20's, a great time for those who choose to embrace it. To go with your new age you need a new look. So where doing a whole overhaul. From top to bottom. I can guarantee you'll love it. Now don't get the wrong idea I think you're beautiful the way you are but I think a change will be good. I just have to tell you the suits you wear darling leave them for the older women, I have to admit you can carry the look just it's not right for a 20 year old. Think of this as a re-birthing"

Margot was silent for a moment thinking about it,

"Maybe you're right, I don't think I've let myself buy something I really like for ages. I guess a change would be good"

"Now don't seem daunted, we're not going to change your personality we're just getting you to feel good about yourself. Sometimes looking good on the outside gives us more confidence in ourselves"

"You may be right".

Half an hour later they were hitting the streets of Muggle London, A place Margot had yet to explore.

"So where to first"

"To see an old friend, Marcus Paderleki" Hermione led Margot down a side street packed with people until they stopped in front of a shop with a big glass window taking up most of the shop front and a sliding glass door. On the window written in blue scrawl was 'Hair impressions'.

"I thought we were seeing your friend" Said Margot.

"We are" Hermione walked into the shop and a tall blonde haired guy reorganising products turned to them. They guy in question broke into a huge smile and hurried over, his bright green eyes alight.

"Mia Darling, it's been like so long, what have you been up to girl? How is that boy treating you? You're getting big girl," he said excitedly hugging her.

"Hey Marcus, thanks I really wanted to hear that." She said sarcastically. "No, I've been great. Fred's been good. I haven't been doing much just you know working, looking after Fred, he's such a child sometimes" They both laughed. Marcus turned to Margot eyeing her up and down.

"And who is the gorgeous girl? Why haven't I met her before? Mia she's absolutely stunning though she could do with some, how can I put this? Changes?"

"Exactly what I was thinking. Marcus this is Margot Amherst, Margot this is Marcus Paderleki. He is the best hair stylist around"

"Oh stop!" he cried hitting her playfully, "You'll make me blush"

"Right so Marcus I was hoping you and your girls could help me give Margot a new look. You know the hair, the feet, the hands, waxing. You get the idea, that is if you're not to busy"

"But of course. I am never too busy for you girl! Margot my darling, you are gorgeous but when I am done with you, you will look like a super model. Come sit, let me work". Margot nervously sat in a chair at Hermione's encouragement.

Over the next hour or two Hermione supervised the changes going on. Margot's hair was layered and her blonde highlights re-done as they were growing out. They gave her a proper manicure and pedicure, painting her nails and toe nails a pale pink. She had waxing of the eyebrows, legs and whatever other place Margot would allow. They than did her makeup, outlining her eyes darkly so they stood out. When they were done Margot was sitting back in her original chair with her eyes shut tightly.

"You can look now," said Hermione. Margot slowly opened her eyes and gasped.

"Oh my" she whispered running a hand through her hair.

"Does she look fabulous or what?" said Marcus proudly. Margot was totally speechless; she couldn't believe it was her sitting in the chair.

"You did a good job. So what do you think?"

"I- I-I love it. I can't believe that's me! I'm speechless," exclaimed Margot.

Marcus beamed even more, "My work here is done".

"Thank you so much Marcus, you are the best" Hermione kissed his cheek.

"I'll see you when I can okay. Right now Margot and I have some shopping to do".

"Hermione how can you keep going? We've been shopping for hours," whined Margot (secretly she was loving it) as they tried on shoes in the shoe department of Macy's.

"We're almost done I promise. Than we can go eat lunch," replied Hermione trying on a pair of shoes than tossing a pair to Margot. "I think these will suit you".

After trying on several more pairs of shoes they were paying for them along with a few other things. So far Hermione had gotten Margot to buy two pairs of jeans, two pairs of three quarter pants, a pair of shorts, nice pair of black pants, three nice skirts, a dress and many tops to go with everything. Now they were on to finding some shoes. After lunch they were going to look for make up and jewellery and to get her some contacts. Hermione and Margot proudly walked down the street with their many a shopping bags. Hermione had bought some things for herself as well. They had lunch at a café nearby.

"I have to thank you Hermione. I'm having a great time"

"I'm glad you are. I've had fun too, by the end I'm going to be beat"

"Oh is this wearing you out?" asked Margot concerned. Hermione laughed.

"It is, but whenever I go shopping that's what happens"

"Oh. Hey Hermione"

"Yeah?"

"What's Harry like?"

"What do you mean?" asked Hermione hiding a smile.

"Well is he like they say he is. I've always wanted to know what he was like. I mean is he as they say he is in the magazines or is he much more. What's Harry like as a person not as a celebrity?" asked Margot curiously. Hermione thought for a moment.

"Harry is great. He doesn't act like a celebrity, he is down to earth. Harry is lovely. He is such a great friend; he listens to you and will always stick up for you. He is so much more than what they say he is. He just acts like a normal person he doesn't think of him self as anything special. All he wants to do is live life normally, find someone to love and one day have a family"

"You're so lucky to have such a great friend," sighed Margot stirring her tea thoughtfully.

"I guess I am," agreed Hermione.

Four hours later Hermione and Margot we're walking into Margot's apartment laden with shopping bags. They had gotten some excellent bargains; they found the right make up for Margot, nice jewellery and a good set of contacts for her. They flopped on the couch pretty worn out.

"I had so much fun now I am beat" muttered Margot resting her feet. "Thanks for such a great day"

"What do you mean? It's not over yet"

"What? You're joking, what else could you possibly have planned"

"I'm taking you to dinner at Fabio's"

"Fabio's! Oh my god that place is really hard to get into! How on earth did you manage it?" cried Margot.

"I errr…. have my ways" replied Hermione vaguely.

"I don't know what to say but you're just the best friend I could ever have" said Margot hugging Hermione. Hermione smiled.

"That means a lot to me it really does. Now Missy it's time we got ready for the big night"

An hour and a half later Hermione and Margot were both dressed for dinner. Hermione had put on her other outfit for dinner. She put on a pair of nice black slacks that flared and had an intricate silver design across the waistband and the belt attached to it was black and the end hung down. Her top was a silk purple and pink floral top and flowed out over her bump. She pulled her hair back in some clips and wore silver diamond drop earrings and a matching necklace and bracelet and she wore black low-heeled shoes. Hermione had simple make up on and was about to show Margot how to do hers properly. Margot was wearing her new black pants that felt like silk. They flared out and fitted her nicely; her top was a silk boob-tube top that ended just over the edge of her pants. The top was blue and had a Chinese design to it; she wore a pair of dangly diamond and aquamarine earrings with a matching bracelet and a silver necklace with a heart pendant dangling of it. Margot was standing determinedly in front of the mirror concentrating on putting on eyeliner like Hermione showed her. Hermione watched on approvingly. When Margot had finished her make up they were ready to go out.

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