CHAPTER 11: Diagon Alley and Ice Cream
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A/N: Thank you to my few reviewers... Next chapter is here. The sparks start to fly very soon...
The next morning The Trio plus one went down for breakfast. When they got to the kitchen, they were surprised to see Remus sitting at the table, sipping a cup of coffee.
Hermione decided to go sit across from Remus, so that she could talk to him during breakfast, ignoring the knowing smirk from Ginny. "Good morning Remus." chirruped Hermione, "How are you feeling today? Did you get any sleep last night?"
Waking from his trance, Remus looked over at Hermione and smiled-"Morning Hermione. And yes, I did, thanks for asking. How about you? How are you doing?"
"I'm great! We're going to be heading to Diagon Alley after breakfast with Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially, "We are going to get stuff for Harry's birthday."
"That's right; his birthday is next week, isn't it. I had forgotten."
"Yeah, I have to get Harry his birthday present. What are you doing today?"
"I hadn't had anything too exciting planned, perhaps just a bit of reading."
"So why don't you come with us? It should be fun, and it would be good for you to get some sun."
"Hmm, I don't know…"
"Come on Remus, pretty please?" wheedled Hermione, "We could use the extra guard. I'll even buy you an ice cream sundae."
Chuckling, Remus acquiesced- "All right, you talked me into it."
"Excellent!" exclaimed Hermione; turning towards the others she called out- "Hey guys! Remus is gonna go with us to Diagon Alley today!"
"Wicked!" exclaimed Ginny, Harry, and Ron.
After finishing their breakfast, Ginny and Hermione immediately excuse themselves from the table, while the boys continued to gorge themselves. Heading upstairs to the room they shared, to get ready.
Once inside the bedroom, Hermione heads into the bathroom to shower, pausing just long enough to grab her undergarments and bathrobe. Ginny meanwhile was searching her wardrobe for something suitable to wear.
Fifteen minutes later Hermione emerged from the bathroom hair wrapped in a towel, and in her bathrobe, saying to Ginny- "I'm done in the bathroom if you want to have a shower." Frustrated because she was unable to find a decent outfit from the wardrobe, she turns and grabs her shower items, and stalks to the bathroom in a huff, slamming the door behind her.
Going over to the vanity table, Hermione sits down to put on a bit of make-up. She applies a moisturizer first, and then foundation and powder. She uses a bronze toned blush and eye shadow; with a taupe liner and brown mascara. The final touch being a vanilla scented shimmer lip gloss. Satisfied that it looks natural, not overdone; she then proceeds to deal with her hair. Removing the towel from her head she grabs a wide toothed comb, and attacks the tangled mess that is her hair. After dealing with the tangles, she proceeds to apply a liberal amount of Sleekeazy's hair potion throughout her hair to tame it. After lightly blow-drying her hair, Hermione then proceeds to put her hair into two long braids that hang down to the middle of her back, with the thick fringe bangs almost obscuring her eyes.
Just as Hermione stands up from the vanity, Ginny emerges from the bathroom, with her make-up done and her hair done in a riot of curls that reach her waist. "I'm gathering that you have yet to find something to wear for today?" deadpans Hermione, while reaching into her wardrobe for her selected outfit. "That would be an astute observation." said Ginny in a sardonic tone. "It is so frustrating! Nothing is remotely cute enough!"
"Well, you're welcome to have a look at my stuff, to see if there is anything you want to borrow." said Hermione.
Going over to Hermione's wardrobe Ginny paws through the clothes. "Damn Mia, where did you get all this new stuff?"
"Well, mum was feeling a bit guilty for "abandoning" me so early in the holiday for that program she and my dad volunteered for; so when I had mentioned wanting to change my image a bit, she took me shopping."
"There are some fabulous outfits in here. Where did you find it all?"
"Got some of the stuff from the Victoria's Secret catalogue, some of it from Abercrombie & Fitch, and the rest over the internet…"
"The what-net?" asked Ginny confused.
"The Internet, it's a muggle thing."
"Okay."
Spotting the perfect outfit, Ginny squeals, "Can I borrow this?" Looking over, Hermione said "Sure thing."
The outfit Ginny settled on was a dark blue denim mini, and a light blue eyelet cami top and a blue gauzy cotton short-sleeved button down. And a pair of white wedge heeled sandals.
Hermione's outfit consisted of white low-rise hip-hugger jeans, and an orange plaid western shirt tied at the waist (showing off her tanned, toned abs and belly-button ring to perfection). With a pair of macramé 31/2 inch heeled sandals.
"So Mia, what brought on this sudden interest in changing your image?" asked Ginny.
"Viktor. He brought it too my attention that one of the reasons he broke it off with me, was because I was too plain looking for him."
"Why that bloody arsehole!" said Ginny indignantly. "As if he can talk! What with his unibrow, and the fact that he walks like a duck. The only reason he can get any girls is because he's a famous Quidditch player!"
"Thanks Gin. I won't deny that I was hurt, but when I really thought about it, I realized that in a way he is right. I've been around only Ron and Harry so much I never really paid much attention to things like my appearance. Although he could've been less of a prick about it."
"Well, forget about him! You can do so much better." said Ginny. "Are you ready to head down?"
"Let's get this party started…"