And so, in the dead of night, the deed was done. Bella crept in, added purple & green to Hermione's shampoo, and crept back so stealthily it was almost ninja. Well, except for that one fall on the way back that sent Bella reeling & landed her hand no more then 3 inches away from Cookshanks, sleeping on the foot of Hermione's bed. That damn cat, so much like its owner, Bella doubted she would have minded if she had accidentally broken something of the felines'. But the blonde resisted, lifting her hand away and creeping carefully back into bed.
Morning came all too slowly, breakfast, even worse. Eventually, though, it ended with Harry seated at the Gryffindor table in-between Bella and Ron. The latter was talking to Seamus Finnigan about Hermione- "Oh, yeah, she digs me" – provoking murderous glares from Bella. Not helping that Hermione had yet to show up, which would certainly have lightened the mood.
And then, there she was. Standing in the doorway into the Great Hall, looking a bit confused but otherwise unruffled. Bella saw what had gone wrong immediately, and screamed, "Son of a BITCH!" before stabbing her fork into her over-easy egg, sending yolk everywhere. Harry looked at Hermione in bewilderment before leaning over to Bella and hissing, "Did you…do it?" For, Hermione's hair was not remotely purple, or even close to green. When mixing two such different colours, what is it one gets? Brown, of course. Hermione's hair was noticeably different, darker, but not at all odd.
Spying Harry on the other side of the Hall, the now-darker brunette brightened and literally skipped over to him before throwing herself between Harry & Ron. Nearly draping herself all over Harry & his lap, Hermione put her head on Harry's shoulder and said in a half-pout, "Do I look…different, to you, baby?" Harry blinked a couple times, looked over at Bella for help, saw the blonde's head shake, and replied, "Er…no?" rather unconvincingly. Feeling a foot connect with his shin, Harry winced and cried, "REALLY…no." Looking up at him for a moment in confusion, Hermione shrugged & snuggled down on his shoulder.
"Right, mate," said Seamus to Ron, spying Hermione all over Harry. "Good luck with that."
"Save the luck for someone who needs it," Ron replied boastfully, smirking and glancing back at Hermione adoringly. This was all Bella could take, provoking a frustrated scream from the girl as she stood & stormed out of the Great Hall.
"Traitor!" Harry called miserably after her. Hermione didn't get the point, however, only reached up and turn his face back towards her.
"Don't talk to her," she purred. "Talk to me."
Mission 1: Failure to Launch.
A/N: Holy shit, it's been forever. But I've gotten my muse back, and have decided to plunge back into the FF world. I think my writing skills have gotten a tad better after years of RPing, anyway. Hope you like this new chapter!