Seamus' Hot Date

Hermione awoke with the satisfaction of knowing that is was the weekend. She got out of bed, made it, and walked to the washroom. Splashing cold water on her face, she decided that she should go with Harry and Ron to Hagrids. They hadn't visited since the day they came... Plus she could catch up with the rest of the trio, it seemed like they hadn't talked for a while now with them having different schedules, quidditch practices and girlfriends between them. She reached for her brush and looked in the mirror, about to comb her hair, also known as the morning struggle with the bush on top of her head. But something was different...

Yes God! You do exist! My hair is straight and smooth and soft and perfect...

"Like it?" Parvati walked into the room with a smile of accomplishment. "Took me nearly an hour to do! And it would have been a lot easier if you hadn't been moving around."

"What?"

"Your hair Hermione. What did you think God decided to redo his mistake that is the top of your head, no offence…"

Yes...

"You put a straightening charm on my hair! Parvati it looks great! But... why?"

"Well aren't you a thankful little witch."

"Oh right, thank you, but why did you do this for me? And why did you wait till I fell asleep?"

"I didn't want you to refuse. " Hermione was still confused. "Today... Hogsmeade...Seamus...date... recalling anything Hermione?" A cold surge went through her, like she swallowed a huge lump of ice. She had completely forgotten about the...date.

"Parvati, about that, I can't go."

"Don't tell me that... So I just straightened your hair for nothing!"

"Parvati I- it's just. Oh gosh Parvati, I can't go on a date! I mean, it's been almost two years since the Yule ball. Two years!" admitted Hermione, sitting down in Parvati's vanity chair, fingering her hair. It was rare for her to speak about her inner worries with Parvati, but she never talked to Harry or Ron anymore...

"Oh Hermione! I know! That's why Ginny asked me to take you with Cormac and me, she knew you were feeling lonely under all those textbooks. You need to have some fun! What say?" Hermione stood up, and had a defiant look, as she started to pick out clothes from her drawer.

"OK, I'll go."

"Atta girl Hermione! I knew you'd pull through..."

Harry has Ginny, Ron has Lavender, Parvati has Cormac, and who do I have? No one. OK Hermione, it's time to get realistic, you might as well take it as if it's your last. Plus it would be a shame if you let this straight hair go unseen...

And with that thought, she changed and headed out the dormitory with Parvati.

"Ahaha Cormie- poo, your sho shweet! I lurve your little nose, and little eyes, and little mouth, and little ears and... Seamus! Seamus Over here!" Parvati motioned to where her, Hermione and Cormac were seated, in the Three Broomsticks.

Hermione was devastatingly bored.

She couldn't bear anymore of Cormac's many stories of his million saves as a Keeper and Parvati's "lurve" for all of Cormac's facial features. She was very happy to see Seamus walk in.

"Sorry for being so late, you guys, I was just so nervous, its my first real date if you don't count cousin Lucy..." he chuckled nervously and snorted.

"Wow Hermione, you did your hair! All for me I bet. Am I right?"

You wish...Hermione thought as Madam Rosmerta came by and took their order, which was four butterbeers. A quarter of an hour came and went, when Parvati and Cormac asked to excuse themselves, with no complaints of the remaining two.

"So you love books Seamus?" Hermione was trying to change the subject in hopes of a better start.

"How the hell did you know that?" asked Seamus, popping open his eyes and staring at her as if he were surprised.

"It's written on your shirt." She pointed to the big bold letters that spelled "I 3 BOOKS"

As if he didn't know. I have never seen a person in my whole entire life try so damn hard.

"Umm Seamus? I have to go to the toilets. I'll be right back."

"Oh let me get that for you darling!" Seamus stood up in a very Gryffindor-ish way of chivalry to pull out her chair, but forgot that his butterbeer was still in one hand. The whole lot of it spilled all over Hermione's skirt, slowly spreading a big white stain over her thigh.

I could have predicted this. Way to get back in the dating world Hermione...

"Damn! Hermione I'll get that off, hold on let me find my wand..."

"No, really its OK, I'll just do it myself-;" assured Hermione, desperately trying to avoid Seamus's bad spell work.

"Evanesco!"

Fire began to erupt onto Hermione's skirt.

Trust it from Seamus to mess up a Vanishing Spell. Hermione thought, as she patted the flames, which didn't hurt at all. The only problem was, they wouldn't go away.

Seamus lunged on to Hermione attempting to smother the flames with his body. She tried all her might to shove him off, tell him that it was OK, that they didn't hurt. But Seamus was, in Draco's words, "selectively deaf". Meanwhile, the whole of the Three Broomsticks stood up and watched the strange happenings while considerately pointing and laughing. Needless to say that Hermione was cursing herself madly for ever listening to Parvati, that git.

Seamus, in a stroke of what he thought was brilliance (but was really stupidity) tried to grab the flames with his hands. The next thing Hermione new, her skirt had now become 'micro-mini', as Seamus sat there, the denim material in his hands, staring at her thigh.

Hermione ran out of the cafe, covering her absence- of- skirt with her arms, in tears and thanking her lucky stars that she shaved her legs this morning.

It was very unfortunate for Hermione that the Three Broomsticks was near the back of Hogsmeade.

Still running at top speed, tears leaving long streaks down the side of her face, the little eyeliner she had put on smudged, her forearms desperately covering her upper thigh, she began to feel large rain drops plop down around her.

Perfect.

Well this was too much for Hermione, or for anyone actually, to cope with. Losing her balance she tripped and fell on top of a passing body.

The only lucky thing that happened to me this morning, I'd have probably broken something if I fell on the concrete. At least the person I'm on is nice and plump.

"Get-of—me-you-Hermnani- Hern-nu-ni… what's your name again?"

Oh Merlin!

Hermione had fallen a cushion of a human all right, Goyle. She quickly got up, while accidentally flashing passerby's.

"Goyle, you said-you asked a question?" Draco looked like he was shocked. Actually, Draco was shocked, along with the other Slytherins in their party. It was a very rare occasion when Goyle stringed sentences together, much less full questions. Then, all at once they noticed Hermione, who was brushing the dirt-off herself.

"Gees, when Pansy told me all mudbloods were sluts, I thought you were the exception." Sneered Draco, it was a cue for all the others to laugh, which they did in an extremely slytherin-like manner.

"Draco, I told you, under all the frivolity, Hermione's is a naughty little bookworm."

Frivolity? Goyle making sentences? The Slytherin common must have gotten a dictionary.

But it was true, the "book-worm" did look like a total hoe-bag, all she needed was a pair of stilettos and she could be passed of as a prostitute. And now with the rain her hair was fro-ing up again.

"What price do you offer? A knut?" rang a shrilly voice, from some unknown little third year.

Hermione ran away, continuing to ignore their catcalls, and long bouts of laughter.

A/N: I totally made up the part of The Three Broomstick at the back of Hogsmeade... Luna will apear in the next chapter! And some mysteries will be discovered. It's titled "Welcome to the dark side, Finny"

Well read and review! Criticism is always accepted with an open heart... and again, I'm sorry for taking the DHr ship really, really slow... but thats how I want it!