Chapter 8
Becoming a Lady (Gag!)
The Saturday after the Champions were chosen was the first Hogsmeade weekend, but this time there was a twist. The Beauxbatons and Durmstrang students were allowed to come too.
I had put Draco's plan from my mind and stopped thinking about it. I had spent my whole time hanging around with Dommie, Ivy, Ramona and Sheila.
Monique had also taken to Dommie's girlish air, with her make up and French clothes and everything.
Together, Dommie and Monique had started trying to get me to become the "young lady I was destined to be." BARF!
Truth be told. I hate being anything close to being a woman. I hate skirts, I hate pink, I hate makeup. The closest thing I will ever wear is perfume.
I got ambushed during Hogsmeade and confronted by all the girls.
"Han, we came up with an idea." Monique said, smiling.
"We know 'ow to get Malfoy to notice you!" Dommie squeaked, her eyes sparkling as I was trapped against the wall of Zonko's, from where I was coming out.
"What would that be?" I said nervously, clutching my Zonko's bag tightly.
"We're going to give you a…MAKE OVER!" Rose shrieked with delight.
I groaned. "Not again!" I said, trying to back away and run.
The girls pinned me down, squealing as I was dragged away from Zonko's and into a clothes shop.
"Guys!" I whined as Monique threw a bunch of clothes into my arms "I don't want to be a girl! I am perfectly happy being a-"
"Broom riding, jeans wearing, tree climbing tomboy?" Lexi asked as I was pushed into a change room.
"Yes!" I said as Monique walked in behind me and closed and locked the door. "I am perfectly happy climbing trees, beating the crap out of Harry, Ron and the other Gryffindor boys, wearing jeans and kicking Drosie's ass in Quidditch!" I protested as Monique forced a real bra on me.
"Oh, Hannah." Monique scolded, forcing me into a midnight blue halter top "We aren't having Quidditch this year! So you can't play it. And you really must stop bruising your brother's ego by beating the ever loving hell out of him and his friends and wearing jeans? I mean, come on! I've been trying to get you out of them forever!"
"Hey, I wear skirts sometimes!" I said as Monique forced me into black spider web leggings and denim skirt.
"Yes, but you never seem to like them!" Millicent said from outside.
"That's because they are completely feminine and I hate anything to involve being feminine!" I protested as my dragon hide boots were forced back on.
"Step out, please." Monique said, pushing me out of the change room "Hannah, it's time you learn to grow up and except the fact that you are a young lady! It's time to start acting like one."
I moaned as I stood there and the girls stared at me.
Millicent whistled "Wow, you look Malfoy-grade hot!" she complimented, looking me up and down.
I covered my legs "Guys, I hate being in a skirt with such…revealing leggings." I whined, trying to go back into the change room, only to have Monique grab me.
"Come on, let's go buy these." she said, lifting up a whole wardrobe full of other clothes.
I groaned. "Kill me now." I muttered.
…
Once I got out of that store, the girls finally agreed we could get a drink with Ivy, Sheila and Ramona in the Three Broomsticks.
"So, Han, why do you look like some sort of dark chick?" She-Cat asked, taking a swig of her Butterbeer.
I twirled my finger around the rim of the glass "Those girls…" I said, shooting Monique a dark look "Got me into it to 'get Draco to notice me'." I added in air quotes.
Ivy laughed "You look ridiculous!" she said in between giggles "Malfoy's only going to think 'wow, that girl is trying to hard to get me to notice her!'"
Rose rolled her eyes "Duff, I don't think that Malfoy's thoughts work that way. He's going to think 'Wow, Hannah looks totally hot! Why didn't I ask her out before Pansy asked me?'"
I rolled my own eyes "Rose, I don't think I can wear this in the first task of the Tournament." I said, blushing.
Ivy suddenly became serious "That reminds me, why are you and Harry champions?" Ivy asked, taking a sip of her Butterbeer.
I shrugged "I dunno, V."
"Maybe someone's trying to do you in?" Sheila suggested, taking a swig of her drink.
She-Cat looked at her "No, Chatterbox. Why would someone want to do Hannah and Harry in?"
I stared at her angrily "Does someone want to smack her?" I asked, smiling when Ivy whacked her in the back of the head. "Seriously, She-Cat, have we met? I'm Hannah Potter! Lest you forget, I am the Girl Who Lived. Who wouldn't want to do me and Harry in?"
She-Cat stared at me "But you didn't have to ask Ivy to smack me." she said.
I shook my head "Holy, She-Cat." I groaned "I really need to get some sane friends." I muttered to myself.
Harry came in at that moment, alone.
"Harry!" I said, waving to him.
"Hey, Han. Just the woman I wanted to see." Harry said "Girls, leave." Harry ordered, looking to Ivy, She-Cat, Sheila and my dorm mates.
"Fine." my dorm mates said together, filing one by one to get out of the pub.
"Sure, Harry." Ivy, Sheila, Dominique and She-Cat said together, leaving the pub after the girls.
"Au revoir, 'Arry." Dominique said sweetly from the door, waving flirtatiously before Monique and Ivy came back to get her.
"What's up?" I asked once the girls left and Harry sat down.
"I need to know something," Harry said, ordering a Butterbeer. "Are you sure that you didn't put our names in the Goblet?"
I shook my head "No. I was nowhere near the thing." I said, taking a deep swig from my drink "Why?"
"Ron's pissed off with me." Harry said when his drink arrived and taking a sip "Hermione says he's jealous that the two of us are champions when we're already famous."
I creased my eyebrows together "That's stupider than anything I ever-SHIT!" I hissed as Draco walked into the pub with Crabbe and Goyle. "Hide me!" I said to Harry.
Harry rolled his eyes "Hannah Lillian Isabella Marie Potter, you need to stop liking Malfoy. He's a git."
"But he's cute." I said, hiding my face as Draco walked past our table. "Anyways, any idea what the first challenge is?" I asked, downing the rest of my drink and stealing a swig my brother's glass.
"Get your own!" Harry said, taking the glass from my hands "No, I have no idea what it is."
I nodded "I see." I said, before smirking "Hey, bro?" "Hmm?" Harry asked, looking over from his glass to me.
"How would you react in the unlikely event that Draco and I went out?" I asked, slightly curious.
"I'd kill Malfoy for dating my sister. And I'd kick your ass for dating Malfoy." Harry said, slight humour in his cold voice.
"You wouldn't kill me, Harry. You'd miss me too much." I said, smirking as I put on my cloak.
Harry rolled his eyes and rose as well. "Sure, sis. I'd miss you so much it isn't even funny." Harry said, giving me a hug "How about we head to Gryffindor Tower and hang out with Hermione and Ivy?"
I nodded "Sure, Harry." I said, wrapping an arm around his neck as he wrapped an arm around mine.
Then, matching our walk step by step, Harry and I walked out of the pub and headed to Gryffindor Tower.
