Authors note; Wow! I thought it woudl take me a lot longer then theis to write this chapter, but I guess my muse just kept talking! Thank you for all of your amazing reviews! I'm so glad you guys like it. ^_^
Disclaimer: Obviously, if I owned Harry Potter, it would be called Draco Malfoy! lol jk ...or maybe not jk...
The next morning, Hermione was awakened by Pansy bouncing on her bed. She lay there for a second, as everything that had happened the night before washed over her. Suddenly, she leapt up.
"Let's do this!" she said to Pansy, "Make me look like a Slytherin!"
Pansy smiled and led Hermione down to the common room. Blaise and Draco were sitting on the couches. Pansy walked up and threw herself onto the couch next to Blaise, snuggling up to him.
"Hermione and I are going shopping so she can look more like a Slytherin. We're going to need money."
Blaise nodded, pulling a bag of galleons out of his pocket and handing it to Hermione. As he did, Hermione was surprised that she had never realized how similar he and she looked before. Blaise had the same color hair and eyes as she did, but somehow, he looked more elegant and refined. Hopefully, Pansy could make Hermione look that refined.
Pansy smiled as she led Hermione to the fireplace. She pulled out a bag of Floo powder and threw them in the flames.
"We're going by Floo powder?" Hermione asked nervously, "Isn't that against the rules?"
"Don't worry about it, Honey." Pansy smiled, giving Hermione a playful shove toward the fireplace, "Draco's daddy paid off the guy at the Floo Department, and my dad got the guy at the Misuse of Magic office. Now, tell it to take you to Fad's Fashions."
Hermione stepped into the warm Floo flames.
"Fad's Fashions!" she said, and felt the world spin. When she stepped out, she found herself in the biggest clothes store she had ever seen. Everything was absolutely gorgeous. She sensed Pansy exiting the fireplace behind her.
"Welcome to Fad's Fashions!" She said, putting a hand on Hermione's shoulder. "It's only the hottest clothes store in all of the Wizarding world. Shall we get started?"
"Yes!" Hermione exclaimed. She was so excited. This would be her first real shopping trip. The two girls began browsing the clothes.
"Why, if it isn't Miss Parkinson, my favorite costumer." A smooth voice said from behind them. Hermione turned to see an elegant middle-aged woman wearing a red, knee-length cashmere sweater dress with a pair of leopard-print, six inch high peep-toe pumps. A large black snake print hobo bag hung over her left arm. She had a single necklace, an onyx stone pendant, surrounded by smooth pearls and gold inlaying. Her teardrop onyx earrings matched. A silver broach in the shape of a wand was on her chest. Her blonde hair was cut in a bob with bangs that stopped just above her eyebrows.
"Why, if it isn't Fad!" Pansy exclaimed, running up to kiss her on the cheek. She turned to Hermione, "Fad, this is Hermione Zabini. Hermione, this is Farrah Fad. She owns the store."
"It's nice to meet you, Ms. Fad." Hermione said, shaking her hand.
"You too, my dear." Fad replied, "And please, just call me Fad." she paused, "I didn't know the Zabinis had a daughter."
"Neither did we until last night." Pansy replied, smiling, "We're here to make Hermione look more like a Slytherin. She was in Gryffindor before."
Fad looked Hermione up and down.
"Well, I suppose we should get started, then. Follow me."
The next few hours were some of the best Hermione had ever had in her life. She tried on the clothes that Pansy and Fad suggested for her, learning, for the first time what it felt like to be truly sexy. After four hours, Hermione and Pansy exited Fad's Fashions, their arms laden with shopping bags.
"Come on." Pansy said, walking down the street, "Our next stop is over here."
Hermione smiled as she followed Pansy, her mind going over her purchases.
She had gotten an aqua ruffled mini-dress, a white one shoulder drape dress, a bright yellow silk flared dress with a V-neck, a red sleeveless sheath dress, a strapless salmon pink Peplum dress, a teal one-shoulder rosette band formal (because Pansy had told her, to Hermione's excitement, that the school had decided to continue having the Yule Ball), a dark blue cowl neck crop top tee, a gray cinch-waist tunic, a blue and white striped strapless knit top with a little white bow at the neck, a brown linen tank top, a black cropped tee that showed her belly-button with a light brown bow around the neck, a royal blue zip front hoodie, a silk chiffon blouse with a palm print, a black cashmere turtleneck sweater, a gray denim motorcycle jacket, a red short sleeved knit jacket, a long gray cashmere cardigan, a navy blue tunic sweater, denim mini shorts, dark brown cuffed silk cropped pants, brown leather moto pants, skinny jeans, off white silk shorts, dark blue fold-over yoga pants, lace insert flare-leg jeans, a pink cheetah print mini-skirt, black rugged skinny jeans, off-white skinny cargo pants, leggings of every color and style, a black wool knee length flip skirt, a rose print mini-skirt, a full length olive green lace print skirt, a white knit pencil skirt, a navy blue sequined mini, a black and white pinstriped mini, a hot pink ruffled tankini, a matching ruffled tulle cover-up, a red taffeta trench coat, new bras that made her boobs look big and sexy, a purple slip nightie, a lime green lacy camisole with matching panties, a pink fuzzy robe, purple suede slippers, red ballet flats with gold trim, light brown studded flat sandals, olive green lace up suede boots, lace-up over-the-knees high heeled boots, white mesh platform sling back clogs, metallic platform sandals, leather clogs, black lace peep-toe pumps, mirrored high heeled sandals, sequined sneakers, white studded hi-top sneakers, white low-top canvas sneakers with red hearts with eyes on the side, tan suede moccasins, white leather penny loafers, brown suede sneakers, black woven leather pumps, light pink platform leather pumps, brown tie-detail pumps, python pumps, maroon and black leather pumps, salmon delfin espadrille pumps, black jeweled toe-ring sandals, a pink tote bag with blue straps, a teal leather evening shoulder bag (to match her Yule Ball formal), a studded mini red leather hobo bag, a black leather drawstring bag with gold lining, a three strand floral bib necklace with matching earrings, a gold jeweled necklace in the shape of a snake biting it's tail, a gold chain with a star pendant with matching earrings, a charm bracelet, lots of cute scarves and hats, make-up and perfume.
Suddenly, Hermione realized that Pansy had stopped outside a salon. Stellar Salon.
"You ready?" Pansy asked, pulling the door open. Hermione nodded and stepped in. The salon's interior was bright and cheerful, it's walls covered in pictures of fashionable haircuts, framed in vibrant colors. Across from the door, a man in his late twenties leaned against the counter, examining his fingernails. He wore a turquoise button-up shirt with light brown slacks, and his short-ish hair was gelled up at a peak. When the bell on the door rang as Hermione and Pansy walked in, he looked up. Suddenly, his face lit up.
"Paaannsssyyy!" he exclaimed, running across the room, and throwing himself at the slightly off guard girl. They hugged, "It's so good to see you, dear!" he paused, turning to Hermione, "And you must be a friend of Pansy's." He offered her his manicured hand, "I'm Rich LeBeau, but everyone calls be Beau."
"Hermione Zabini." Hermione smiled, shaking the offered hand. Beau looked surprised.
"I didn't know the Zabinis had a girl."
"Neither did I." Hermione replied.
"Well, should we get started?" Beau asked, looking between the two girls, "I suppose you're here for Hermione, because, Pansy, if I do say so myself, your hair still looks absolutely fabulous!"
Hermione looked at Pansy's knee-length raven hair.
"Beau did your hair?" she asked, "I thought it was natural!"
"Of course not!" Beau laughed, "There's not a pureblood woman out there who has natural hair. Well, except for blood traitors, but they can barely be considered pureblood anyway. Anyway," he turned to Pansy, "What exactly will we be doing today?"
"Oh, whatever you feel is needed, Beau. You're the expert."
"Well…" Beau muttered, circling Hermione, "I see great potential for your hair, but with this frizz…" he tsked, "A permanent taming charm should take care of that." he grabbed her hand, raising it to eyelevel, "A manicure… might as well do a pedi while we're at it. A tan…" he put his hand underneath Hermione's chin, angling her face into the light, "A facial, a belly button ring, and a tattoo, right there." he jabbed his finger just below the small of her back. "We'll make you into a sexy Slytherin yet."
The next few hours was filled with casual talking and laughter between the three of them as Beau worked on Hermione. Pansy told her stories about the other Slytherins, especially about Blaise. After all, Hermione needed to get as many juicy stories about her new brother as possible. Every once in a while, Beau would interrupt the conversation to get Hermione's opinion on something. Finally, toward the end, as Hermione lay on her stomach, wincing as Beau tattooed her, she finally managed to ask the question.
"So, what's Draco really like, then?"
"Oh, Draco!" Pansy smiled, leaning back in her chair, "He's a real man. The sexiest thing that ever was. He's rich, too, even for a Slytherin. A lot of people call him the 'Prince of Slytherin.' I would totally date him, but Blaise and I have been together since second year, and there's really no point in destroying a great set-up like that. Draco's definitely better then most of the other guys in this school, though. Especially Gryffindors. I'm not sure how you could stand it, being in that house. Not a rich guy in sight, and definitely none that are worthy of pureblood heiresses like ourselves. I mean, Potter? He's not horrible looking, but he's a half-blood. That's like half dirty. Weasley is nothing more than a poor, ugly blood traitor, and don't even get me started on Longbottom. Could someone be even more useless then him?"
"Yeah," Hermione replied, "I'm glad I'm past all that. I kind of realized it, even when I was just some mudblood, but they are way below me."
"There, dear." Beau smiled, leaning back, "You're done."
Hermione turned to look in the mirror, but Pansy grabbed her arm.
"Don't look in the mirror until you have some decent clothes on!" she said, handing Hermione some of her purchases. Hermione was ushered into a back room so she could change. Five minutes later, she stood with her back to the mirror. She took a deep breath and turned around. What she saw shocked her.
She was hot! Her brown frizzy hair was gone, replaced with smooth, styled golden blonde hair that had an odd golden gleam. It was accented by bright emerald streaks of green (for house pride), before, her skin had been pasty from all that book reading, but now it was beautifully tanned, and her belly, peaking out from between the edges of her black belly shirt with a light brown bow and her jean mini shorts was perfectly sculpted, and punctuated with a small belly button ring. Her hands, and toes of her black toe-ring sandal clad feet were perfectly manicured, and the nails were painted a deadly red. The clothes hung perfectly on her hourglass frame, and, as she turned around, she could see her tattoo, a rose with a snake winding around the stem, peeking out from her shorts. All of this, combined with a masterful eye enhancing charm performed by Beau had caused her eyes to go from plain brown to deep pools of chocolate Pietersite. They were eyes that someone could get lost in. Eyes that showed Hermione's newfound refinement and her social standing in the Wizarding community. Eyes, Hermione thought, that just might woo Draco Malfoy.
When Hermione and Pansy got back to the Slytherin common room, everyone stopped to stare. Just eight hours prior, Hermione had left as a frumpy bookworm, and now she was hot. Blaise stood up and walked over, giving Hermione a hug.
"You look wonderful." he smiled. Draco walked up behind him.
"Well, that's quite a change." he smiled, looking her up and down casually, "You clean up well."
"Thank you, Draco." Hermione smiled shyly.
"Would you like to sit by me?" he asked, motioning to the couch. Hermione felt flattered. Pansy had told her about that couch. Draco and Blaise had called it, and nobody was allowed to sit by Malfoy on it unless he gave them permission, and he only did that to the hottest girls.
"I would love to." she replied breathlessly. They sat down and Pansy and Blaise joined them. They gossiped, talked about clothes, and Quidditch. Hermione smiled the whole time.
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