NOTE: This is reposted because I had to make some minor changes at the bottom. Read the author's note at the end, please.

Title: Filter Effect

Summary: In order to change the outsides of something you don't like, you have to change the insides, Hermione realized with a start.

Rating: M

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Warnings: Language.

Author's Notes: Thanks so much to everyone who takes the time to read my story! This is probably going to be pretty long, because I have a lot of ideas that I want to try out…but I'm trying to be different from all the other fics that make their characters totally different…so change over time, people. It won't be epic length…I hope…and also, I am going to have Hermione want people to refer to her as "Mia". To separate herself from the "old her" is basically my reasoning, so don't get confused and then flame me. It's irritating.

LILHOUSELF: Thanks. I know its not a new idea, and it is probably overused, but I've read so many shitty ones that I just had the urge to write one and make it how I thought it should be. And I hope it's good enough. Twitchy The Squirrel: Actually, if you want to help me with their reactions…I have some ideas that I want to run past you guys. Dagmara: For some reason my email wasn't working, so it took two chapters for me to receive your review. I totally understand your point, and I know that it seems like the clothing she's picking out is rather…slutty. But don't worry; I just can't see Hermione like that. I'll try, if I do incorporate a description of what she is wearing, to mediate excessive revealing and stuff. Just trust me, and tell me if I'm making her into a whore. I'll be sure to fix it.

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Part One:

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A laughing Erika helped Hermione and Jade change the sizes of the many pants that Hermione had selected, and soon a highly irritated Jade was shoving the loudly protesting Hermione towards the dressing rooms.

"Look, Mia. You can't just buy all this stuff without trying it on first! Haven't you ever gone shopping before?" Jade gave another hefty shove to the brunette, who was digging her heels into the floor.

"But Jay! I don't see why I have to!"

Hermione was forcefully whipped around and she cautiously looked up to see a flushed Jade glowering dangerously at her. "Try. On. The. Fucking. Clothes."

Hermione ducked her head and stalked towards the dressing rooms, glaring at the floor. "Okay, holy shit, I get it. I'm trying on the clothes, relax." She yanked open the door and angrily dumped the pile of clothes in her arms on the shelf to her right. After grumbling a stream of colorful curses and running her hand through her hair to push it out of her face, Hermione pulled off her shoes and shucked her jeans and shirt, tossing them to the side and staring contemplatively at the large pile of clothes she was supposed to "try on". With an exasperated sigh, she shut her eyes, and reached out to grab the first thing her hand came into contact with, which happened to be a pair of light blue jeans.

After more cursing, nearly falling over and crashing into the floor length mirror on the wall, coupled with some very interesting hip and leg movements, Hermione managed to tug the tight jeans up her legs. Once they were on sufficiently, she melodramatically sucked in her stomach and held her breath as her nimble fingers quickly zipped up the pants and buttoned them. After pulling the pant legs down slightly, because the bunching up at her knees was sure to drive her insane, she repeated the process of closing her eyes and selecting another piece of clothing.

Hermione obviously couldn't wear two pairs of pants at a time, so she just haphazardly pulled on the black tank top when both attempts came up with bottoms. "Hey Jade?" Hermione called, opening up the door a crack to peek out. "Can I borrow a hair band?" Jade's hand pushed through the opening and Hermione took the black tie with a mumbled 'thank you'.

Quickly gathering her hair up into a high ponytail at the crown of her head, Hermione wrapped the hair tie around it securely and combed her fingers through the long curls that hung down.

When her hair was away from her face, Hermione could look at her reflection without grimacing at the bird's nest she saw her tangle of locks as. Quickly sweeping her thick fringe of bangs to the side, Hermione took a deep breath and turned to face the mirror.

Hermione let out her breath with an audible whoosh and gaped at her reflection. She looked…really good, she thought with a large surge of pride. Playing all that soccer during the summers with her friends strengthened and lengthened the long muscles in her thighs and calves, so her five four frame managed to look like had legs for miles. The straight cut of the jeans accentuated the gentle swell of her hips, and for the first time Hermione was thankful for her curves, because she could see that without them, she would end up looking like a stick.

Turning to the side, the girl scrutinized her profile with rising confidence. The slightly loose tank top effectively balanced out the tightness of the jeans, and Hermione noticed that the…modest bust her body had actually didn't look half-bad. Maybe, for once, Hermione could be not only comfortable, but confident in a style she wore.

"The jeans will fit fine, and so will the tank tops," Hermione called over the partition to the waiting Jade.

"Try on the leather pants or the corset then," Jade's voice called back.

Hermione pulled the tank top off over her head and dropped it unceremoniously on the floor, and repeated the process in reverse order of working her way out of the jeans. This time it was slightly easier, and didn't seem to require quite as much colorful language, although Hermione was forced to hop around for a second to gain her balance after she almost tripped on one of the pant legs. That was eventful and highly embarrassing, even if she was the only one who saw it.

A repeat performance of the melodramatic cursing, and Hermione was standing in front of the mirror with a brilliant smile on her face. "I fucking love these pants," she said out loud as one hand ran along the smooth leather covering her thigh. After a test walk around the dressing stall, Hermione was convinced that she could probably sleep in them, they were that damn comfortable. Like a second skin, they moved with her with the softest whisper of the fabric rubbing together as she walked.

Hermione faced the mirror again, further examining the style of the pants that she wore. They were slim-fitting, making her thighs look sleek and toned, and the leather snuggly hugged the curves of her legs, smoothing tightly over her knees and flaring just slightly around her calves. They were slightly too long, about half an inch, so she could easily wear heels with then and not look like she got dressed in the dark.

Satisfied, a beaming Hermione gathered up the clothes on the floor. Replacing the hangers and folding the clothes she had arrived in, Hermione emerged from the dressing room and stepped into the store. The only people inside were Jade and herself, and Hermione stared around blankly, looking for Erika.

Jade was swiftly by her side, a smile curving the glossy red of her lips. "Those pants are amazing, Mia. Keep them on." Hermione glanced down at her bare feet before realizing she left her shoes back in the dressing room. "Where's Erika?" Hermione called over her shoulder to Jade as she returned to retrieve the converse.

"In the back, getting more heels and junk for you to look at. Lucky for you, most of them have size sixes."

Hermione reappeared by Jade's side and said, "I didn't try on the corset but I'm sure it will fit fine." Jade glanced down at Hermione's unexposed stomach and nodded briefly. "You're slender like me, and I have one similar to that." The ebony youth motioned for Hermione to turn, and the brunette did so, smiling slightly.

"We have nearly the exact same body shape, Mia. I'm almost an inch taller, but we could still manage to swap some clothes." Nodding enthusiastically, Hermione moved again towards the rack of pants. Skimming over the hangers, she pulled out two more pairs of medium blue three jeans to add to the growing pile that she had set on the register.

"Mia, c'mere." Hermione turned from the counter and followed the sound of Jade's voice to see that she was holding aloft another pair of leather pants, a triumphant smile lighting up her face. Holding out one of the legs, Hermione noticed that they laced up the side, the crosses of the leather strings about an inch wide. "These are kickass, Mia," Jade exclaimed, running her finger over the metallic black fabric. "I saw a three just like these." She motioned with her chin towards the rack and Hermione pulled them out after a long moment of searching through the hangers.

"They're slightly different," Hermione said slowly, checking the size on the pants, just in case. "The strings are dark green and the laces don't stop around the waist. Meaning my underwear would show." Hermione blushed as Jade waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Hermione glanced back down at the pants in her hands and looked back up to see Jade eyeing her.

"We need to get you some new underwear, don't we?" She asked with a faint smile, her eyebrows still elevated. Hermione opened her mouth to protest as her flush turned a dark shade of pink, but after a moment she shrugged instead, knowing that resistance was futile. "I guess…" It's not like she had to actually wear them, Hermione acknowledged briefly to herself.

"We can go after," Jade said to Hermione as she looked back over her shoulder to the other side of the store they hadn't looked at yet. Now that Hermione had seven new pairs of jeans, the two leather pants and a corset, along with the five tank tops and three simple black shirts, there really wasn't a need to overload her with more clothes. They'd be buying the whole damn store if they did that, and she still had some clothing back at home.

Plus, Jade had let it slip that she knew how to sew. A squealing Hermione had forced her into promising to teach her how to sew, and Jade had given in after being repeatedly pelted with tubes of strawberry lip-gloss.

Part Two:

A/N Okay, I got tired of writing out descriptions of clothing. So, bear with me, and pretend that Hermione paid for a bunch of new clothes, shoes, all manner of gothic-paraphernalia. Which includes jewelry. She went home, her mum flipped for a few days until she finally gave in and did the whole 'I love you no matter what you look like' and now all is well. It's three weeks into hols, and Hermione is a full-fledged best friend of Jade, who has finally managed to convince her to wear make-up.

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Hermione held up a case of dark violet eye shadow. "Jade, what do you think?" The green-eyed girl in question looked up from her examination of liquid eyeliner and glanced toward the cosmetic Hermione held in her hand. She nodded. "Purple, maybe some emerald green…" She leaned closer to study the shade of Hermione's eyes and sneered when the girl leaned back slightly to keep space between them.

"With that dark shade of blue, Mia, you should probably go with some brick red," she tossed a single case of dark red at Hermione, who caught it and glanced down at it, "Probably these colors of green," She pointed to a dark emerald, a dark metallic olive and a light grass green, "And whatever else that you want." Hermione rolled her eyes as Jade turned and went back to muttering to herself about the ridiculous prices of eyeliner.

Absently scratching the back of her head, Hermione scanned the lines of various shades of eye shadow after she picked up the colors that Jade pointed out. She ambled down the isle, picking out colors that caught her eye. Bright pink, check. Robin's egg blue, navy, silver, check. After picking up an assorted case of earth browns and then another with several shades of orange, she turned to tell Jade she was going to the next row but saw that Jade had disappeared. Shrugging, Hermione walked on.

Walking over to stand beside Jade in the next row over, Hermione reached out to take a long stick of black eyeliner and a sharpener. "Buy two sticks at a time, right?" Jade grunted, and Hermione took that to be a 'yes' so she grabbed another one before moving on to the section dedicated to colored eye pencils. After several minutes of rubbing her chin, Hermione finally decided to get dark charcoal gray, blood red and dark purple ones before turning to her still muttering companion. "Which mascara?" Hermione inquired, tilting her head towards the many packages that hung on display. Jade picked one out after scanning the labels and tossed it to Hermione, and Hermione caught it and looked down to read the description. 'Lengthening and volume building. Sounds good enough to me.' She looked up to see Jade picking out mascara for herself.

"Okay, make-up done. Let's pay for all this crap," Hermione drawled with a teasing grimace and gestured toward the register. She let out a squeal when Jade smacked her and stared open-mouthed as her friend took of running with a whoop through the store, her black converse squeaking on the tile. "Um…" Hermione glanced down at all the things she held in her arms and thought better of chasing after the insane Jade. If she was going to buy all this, it might as well be intact before she got home.

With a long-suffering sigh, Hermione followed the path that Jade had cut through the slight crowd at a much slower pace. As she passed the entrance looking for a shock of black hair, Hermione spied those baskets that you carry over your arm, and hurried over to drop all of the cosmetics she had managed to hold in her arms inside. She picked it up and let it dangle from her fingers, searching over the many heads for Jade's familiar face.

Hermione managed to find the elusive teen in the lingerie section. "Jade, what the hell are you doing?" demanded a blushing Hermione. Jade just grinned sardonically and held out a pair of skimpy black underwear. "You're a size five in these, honey." When Hermione refused to take them, Jade sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Look, Mia. I don't want to change you. You've got the personality, and you already act like you belong in those clothes." Jade motioned to the black shirt with three slashes across the front and dark blue jeans that Hermione sported. "Didn't you say that if the inside was going to change, the outside might as well go along for the ride?"

Hermione had given Jade an edited version of what happened on the train, and the basics of her soul searching. Now, she regretted it. "I don't feel comfortable in stuff like that!" Hermione insisted as she clutched the basket to chest. Jade rolled her eyes. "You don't know until you try it!"

Hermione chewed on her lip. She had the sneaking suspicion that Jade was right, and angrily snatched the underwear from a now smiling Jade. "Fine," she hissed, glancing around. "I'll try it out."

"Good girl."

Hermione rolled her eyes and stared hard at Jade before glancing down at what she held in her hand and snorting. "A thong…Jade, why a thong?"

Laughter followed her question as the two walked toward the registers, still bantering.

A/N Sorry I had to cut it short here, but I need to go to sleep and I knew that if I didn't finish it now, I'd forget what I was going to write. Thanks again to those who reviewed, and I hope this chapter is good enough! Lord knows its long enough…also…I need some ideas on what the rest of the Dream Team's reactions are going to be. Review and tell me what you think should happen. Review, as always…or I'll find something interesting to demolish my computer with. Maybe play with a magnet on my hard drive.