Magical Makeover

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A/N: Hey guys, sorry for the long wait...a bit of problems with word n stuff! Well enjoy, I'm just finishing up Chapter 7, so check for updates! Again, sorry for the wait! I hope you enjoy it! R&R please :)

"Hello Hermione." Padma whispered. "Come with us."

Reluctantly, Hermione followed the four witches as they brought her to a familiar passage that she remembered from the DA sessions with Harry.

"Hey, are we going to the room of requ-" Hermione started, but was cut off by an irate whisper.

"Shhhh!"

Ok…yeah, thanks for that. But Hermione knew she was right; she couldn't remember how many times she had walked down here in the past. And here they were . . .
When they got there, all four clique girls walked up and down the corridor, as if it was some kind of cat walk. Hermione just stood there, impatient, curious, and very, very nervous.
Suddenly, a door appeared and all five of them hurried inside. Approaching the doorway, Hermione looked around, wondering if this was really the right thing to do. But again, she was faced with a situation where she really didn't have much choice. She walked inside and faced an amazing scene.

The lights were off, but the room was illuminated by dozens of candles scattered around the room. She noticed that there was also a large circle of candles in the centre of the room where all four were standing. Hannah, Padma, Parvati and Pansy all looked at Hermione, wondering if what they were about to do was the best for all of them. And silently they all agreed that Hermione did have her uses to them.

:AN HOUR BEFORE (the room of requirement):

The four members of the clique gathered around as the last traces of sunlight faded from the artificial window.

"So I was talking to Granger today," said Pansy, "And she told me that she was friends with Malfoy! And, why would she say that if it wasn't true? You know what a goody-two shoes she is – she's physically incapable of lying."

"How am I supposed to know how ugly people's minds work?" exclaimed Hannah, filing her nails.

"Get to the point, Pans," Parvati cut in.

"And . . . well," Pansy stuttered, "I still like Dray (someone snorted at the nickname)…and I mean, it would totally improve my social status if I was with him: he is like the most popular guy in the school; have you seen his hair, and his body! Ohhhmygaawd…."

"Gaawd, shut up Pansy!" Padma giggled; she knew how Pansy got when she went into one of her raves about any guy, which happened at least once a week; it was a different guy every time.

"Ok, so you want to use Granger to get back with Malfoy?" Parvati said. She was always the most serious and down-to-earth member of the clique.

"Well yeah…if she could just figure it out for me, like what he wants, and just talk to Draco about me 'n stuff…yeah, things may finally work out between me and him…" She exaggerated her sigh, making it sound like she was some stupid high school girl having her first crush - which it basically was.
"And I know how you guys are, always wanting to know what's in it for you, and I just realized…Granger is also friends with Harry and Ron, and I know how you guys are desperate to get them. And well, Hannah is just gonna have to get with someone like…Ernie or something," she finished, feeling smart and happy for having found a reason why her friends would agree to her plan. And she could see in all their eyes that she was right – but then again . . . I always am.

:END INTERLUDE :

"Hermione, we are about to offer you something that will change the rest of your life here at Hogwarts," Padma started.

"But, it will require a few moments of pain." Continued Hannah ominously.

"Trust us though, it is all worth it." Parvati said.

"Hermione . . ." Pansy muttered in a sullen and reluctant voice, "We invite you to join our clique." she finally finished.

This was literally the last thing Hermione had been expecting. Stunned, she could only mumble, "I…err…really?"

"Yes, seriously!" Hannah giggled; she was the most carefree and fun loving of the four, and was always nice to people . . . well, usually.

"Well to be honest Mione, you don't have much choice!" Padma cut in brightly as she and the others started closing in on Hermione. In a disconcerting chorus, she heard the girls cry out "Petrificus Totalus!"

Hermione was unable to move or speak, but she was still aware of what was going on around her. When she saw four faces loom over her vision, fear took over her rationality. She could feel and hear, but was unable to stop them from doing anything to her.

Well, she thought, at least I have some time for myself to think. I wonder what they're going to do to me! This isn't what I want! . . . Is it? Or is it possible that this is really what I've been wanting all along? To be a part of the clique? Questions exploded into her mind; why the fuck would they want her…HER in the clique! Plain, frizzy haired Hermione Granger? What did she ever do to them?

Maybe they want to copy their homework off of me. After all, that seems to be the only thing anyone's ever found me useful for.

But before she could do anything, a blinding pain seared through her body. If she had been paying attention to the girls, she would have instantly known that they were in the process of giving her what was known as a magical makeover. What that basically meant was that they were turning her pretty using dark magic. . Which you would only ever learn about from the restricted section of the library. Or if you were an evil bitch, like Pansy.
It hurt like hell, like nothing ever had before. But of course . . . beauty was pain! And that was all Hermione knew before she blacked out.

HOURS LATER

It was at least 3:00 in the morning before Hermione finally made it back to her room. She was too exhausted to bother to look in the mirror and see her transformation, and too nervous besides. She slept restlessly, dreading the moment she would have to wake up and face herself in the bathroom the next morning.
Her tormenters had given her clothes for tomorrow which she had grudgingly agreed to wear . . . but she was so tired . . . she would be surprised if she would even manage to wake up tomorrow…

RINNNNG . . . RINNNNG . . .

"Oh Gaaawd! Fuck!" Hermione angrily muttered into her pillow.

She stood up, having totally forgotten the events of the night before. Putting on her clothes in a rush, she noticed that they felt oddly tight and skimpy on her.

Whatever…she got her brush and absentmindedly ran it through her hair; it seemed as if her bushy hair was under control for once.

She frantically looked around the room, looking for something she may have forgotten before she grabbed her bag and ran down the stairs to the Heads' common room. Malfoy was waiting for her downstairs, going over his class schedule and patrol times. He spun around when he heard Hermione walk down the stairs - and stared at the changed girl in complete disbelief. His jaw practically fell to the floor, and his eyes immediately tried to spring out of his head.

Draco's thoughts:

Holy shit . . . I've never seen anyone look like this before – except . . .them. Bloody hell, Hermione, what did you manage to get yourself into this time?

:End:

Trying to control his senses, he managed to stumble through a sentence in between goggling at the Gryffindor.

"Granger…what…what the fuck happened to you!"

A/N: What does Hermione look like? How will her new look effect her life? And how will Draco react to having a hot girl for Head Girl? Well, just find out for yourself and read on! Review please :-)