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Hermione eventually returned to the commons, brushing out her mussed curly hair and attempting to hide the tear stains that marred her face. For once she was glad for the abundance of extra brown frizz for they served as an effective shield until she finally reached the prefect bathrooms.
Throwing off her snow matted cloak off her shoulders, she started up the swimming pool sized bath. Occasionally looking at the mirror as she saw the bubbles begin to float up. When the water filled to midway with giant pink bubbles streaming forth like a bubble gun toy she had seen children of her muggle neighbors use, she looked critically at herself through the mirror, admonishing herself for each imperfection she perceived through the eyes of her reflection.
"Your hair's, well you've got to do something about it." she bossily told her reflection as foam of green overtook the water. "and look at your skin, it's no wonder he doesn't want you." she pointed at herself, and herself pointed back at her. She shook her head, if she fell into the subject of never ending reflections... "Maybe you should do as he says, look up from the book more. Even if you DO put efforts to look nice, you won't be noticed if your nose is buried in the books." then she admitted reluctantly, "you can afford to drop a few subject." only the tiny popping of bubbles answered her,
"You can..." she nodded curtly at herself before stripping in front of the mirror. Breasts too small, perhaps engorgement charm? no... he wouldn't be so shallow to fall for that. She pinched one pink nipple before shaking off her pants and panties.
"You can..." she repeated to herself firmly as she let herself be submerged by tides of rainbow bubbles above the heated water. She cupped her hand, watching the water drain away from it leaving only the salty residue and a few resilient spheres.
"You can do anything you want to."
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She washed herself off with a fuzzy towel, reveling in its fruity scent before standing in front of the mirror again with only a near transparent mauve bathrobe on. Momentarily she longed for the carefree days where their minds perceived the opposite sex as somewhat same and where their touches were still light and chaste.
But now she wanted so much more than that, if only she hadn't turned her time turner in...
She would start with her hair which was now a stringy mass of lavender scented locks that refused to be tamed even with water. Reaching for the back pocket of her robe, she fished out her wand, proceeding to tap her hair into miraculous straightness.
All her natural life she had wished for perfect straight hair, even if she hated to admit, hair like those of Pansy Parkinson, or perhaps Ginny Weasley. Admittedly, her hair was naturally curly but when she looked in the mirror and saw the unnatural straightness of her hair, she decided -curly looks way better on me...
But the straightness! The strange freedom of not having frizzy hair! She wrapped a lock around her fingers, testing its texture before making up her mind. She would still retain the curls, but at a more manageable quantity. She flicked her want and grinned in delight as her hair tumbled down in glossy waves.
And still, she did not notice the haunting eyes stalking her every way...