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Lavender and Parvati dragged Hermione through the empty Entrance Hall. Their footsteps echoed against the stone walls as they hurried up the stairs. Hermione struggled, trying to get away from the chattering girls in front of her. By the end of the night, I think I'll lose half my brain cells. Thanks loads Ginny.
"What do you think we should do with her hair?" Lavender said, as if Hermione wasn't digging her finger nails into her arm at all.
"Hmmm…curl it a bit more, I think," said Parvati, stepping onto the moving staircase.
"What about her clothes?" Lavender asked. Hermione stopped listening; not wanting to hear the pain that she would have to endure of getting herself into their popular and fashionable outfits that always looked too tight. Not that the boys complained, if you know what I mean. Although, it probably wouldn't be that bad; she was skinny, so she should fit into their torture devises—I mean clothes—rather easily.
They stepped off of the moving staircase and ended up on the seventh floor corridor. Lavender and Parvati, as if reading the others mind, pushed Hermione, with surprising force, in front of them. Why bother to ask what the weeks new password was when the Head Girl was with them? Hermione stumbled a little, and ended up in front of the Fat Lady.
"Pixie wings," said Hermione. The Fat Lady looked at the girls with a raised eyebrow, but sung the portrait open none the less.
As if they were Azkiban guards, Lavender and Parvati re-captured their prisoner and brought Hermione up to her dorm. But, the scarlet and stone room seemed more like a prison cell when Lavender closed the door behind her.
I hope I get outta here alive.
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Meanwhile…
"Ron, are you sure that's all the fireworks?" asked Harry, sitting on his bed in his dormitory. Ron was kneeling in front of his hand-me-down brown trunk, checking that he had found every single shrunken firework.
"Yup, that's it Harry," Ron responded, shifting aside a couple of socks at the bottom.
"Okay. Thanks loads Ron; you're a lifesaver!" said Harry, gently fingering the little pile of small multi colored rockets on his red comforter.
"So," began Ron, jamming things back into his trunk, "What do you want me to do now?"
"Umm…oh I know! Could you get Luna…or Ginny perhaps…to help me put together some clothes? I was never very good at that, and well…you aren't either," said Harry.
"Err…I guess so," said Ron, getting up from the stone floor.
"Be back when I find Ginny or Luna. They're probably in Hogsmead. I think they said they were going to get something for you actually," he said over his shoulder, slipping through the dormitory door and closing it again. Now, all alone, Harry began to pace the length of the room. He went over his plan in his head, making sure that everything sounded perfect.
As he walked back towards his bed, he caught his reflection in the mirror, which was stuck to the back of the dorm door. His usual messy hair was standing on end from his constant running his fingers through it when Ron wasn't looking. His jeans were a few sizes too big, causing them to bunch up over his grass stained socks. His long sleeve shirt (which wasn't very long anymore in the sleeves) had a rip by the collar where Dudley had once grabbed it to punch him.
Harry let out a nervous sigh, running his sweaty palm over his hair, trying to flatten it. All that did was make it stick out to the sides while the top was flatter.
"Urgh…bugger my hair," he said, kneeling down to his trunk, and unlocking the gold latch. He opened it with a protest squeak from the hinges, and dug through his Muggle and wizard clothes for a comb. Just when Harry's hand grasped the plastic comb, the dorm door opened.
Harry peered around the trunk lid; Luna was standing in the door way.
"Ron said you needed help for your date." said Luna, walking over to him.
"Oi…what did you do to your hair?" she asked, as she saw Harry's messy, fluffy, sticking up / flat hair with amusement.
"I'm kinda nervous," he said, standing up with his comb and closing his trunk. Luna shook her head, and grabbed his comb.
"Sit," she commanded, and Harry sat on his closed trunk.
Before Luna dragged the comb through his hair, she brought out a blue tub of some kind of hair product from her hoodie pocket.
"Umm, what's that?" asked Harry, feeling slightly nervous as Luna squeezed some clear stuff out and onto her open palm.
"It's basically wizard gel," Luna said, putting her palm onto his head, "Just got it from Hogsmead. It keeps its hold for about 10 hours, or you can remove it with a sweep of your wand. Rather wicked if you ask me."
"Err…Luna? Shouldn't we look for some clothes first?" asked Harry.
"No, we can get you into clothes with the gel in place. I just wanted to do this first because it could take a while to get just the right style."
She then slowly pulled her hand straight upwards; Harry felt his hair rise from his scalp. She chuckled as Harry tried to look up at his hair, which he couldn't see.
"Look in the mirror," said Luna. Harry got up and turned around. He walked a bit towards the mirror until he saw his reflection. The whole top part of his hair stood straight up while the rest hung lopsided on the sides of his head.
"I look weird," he said, smiling, poking at his hair. Harry turned back round and sat down on his trunk again. As Luna experimented with his hair, Harry suddenly remembered something. Well, someone actually.
"Hey, Luna…what happened to Ron?" asked Harry, feeling her tug on his hair.
"Err…I don't actually know," she said, looking slightly worried.
"Oh, wait; now I remember! Ginny wanted to talk to him about something, but I left to come here and find you. Why do you ask?" Luna said.
"Oh…no reason. Just curious," said Harry.
If only they knew what Ginny was doing to Ron to get information out of him about Harry's big date.
A/N: Hehehe and, wait for it…evil laugh Muahhhaaaahhhha! Ginny will have some fun. The numbers separating the sections spells out to be Pumpkin Pie!