Ron sat across from the insanely beautiful Veela girl and just stared. He couldn't help it. Here she was, looking like she did, sitting across from him.

"So," she said seeming to be unable to start a conversation.

"So," he repeated, desperately wanting a conversation- and for everyone to see.

"Ron, there's something I need to tell you," she said.

"Yeah, you're name for starters," Ron said giving her a smile.

She looked down for a moment, smiling. "Yes, it's about that. You see, I'm not anyone special really," she started.

"Yes you are," Ron said immediately.

"No, I'm not really. I'm just- Ron, you know who I am."

"I do?" He stopped, looking at her long and hard. "No, I don't. I can't. You're-" He stopped again, this time looking into her eyes. Her brown eyes that he had looked into every day for the past two and a half years. They were unmistakable. "Hermione?"

She nodded.

He sat there, taking this all in. This couldn't be- this wasn't…Hermione. There was no way.

First off, Hermione was, to him, pretty, but not to everyone around them. She had brown bushy hair. She wasn't that tall. Her teeth weren't perfect. Her nose was one of those cute button ones. Her skin was slightly darker than his. Her cheeks got bigger when she smiled or laughed.

This wasn't Hermione. This was the Veela girl of his dreams.

She was slender and tall, coming up to his shoulders (which was quite a feat). She had the longest, prettiest blonde hair he'd ever seen- prettier than Fleur or any of the rest of her family. It went to her waist, and shone like no other. Her teeth looked like they'd never touched anything before, they were so perfect. Her nose was tiny and dainty and stuck up a bit in the end in an artistic point. She was pale- even more so than him, which was again, a feat- and she had an unnaturally pretty spray of freckles that were just barely there. Her cheeks got a slight blush to them when she smiled.

This wasn't Hermione. This was the girl he'd marry.

But those were her eyes. Deep down, inside her eyes, he saw that it was her, and that she had done this all for him. That there was only one voice of approval she needed to hear, and that was his. Only one compliment, if he were to be the one to give it to her. One smile, if he'd be the one to make it.

This was Hermione. This was the girl he'd spend forever with.

Hermione's extreme makeover was a big topic around school the next week or two. Even Pansy had nothing negative to say.

Fortunately for Ron, this meant he got to start his boyfriend duties- Cormac and Ernie had already approached her twice each this week (Cormac looked like he'd like to try again, but backed down with a threatening glance from Ron).

Hermione's reputation was quickly growing as the prettiest, smartest, and most popular seventh year- and other years- at that school, with the most protective boyfriend.

This was a never-ending thorn in the sides of many of the guys at Hogwarts. How were you supposed to steal a girl away from her boyfriend if she was constantly attached to him at the hip, or Harry Potter, who was big, tall, strong, good at magic, and best friend of said boyfriend, or Ginny Weasley, who made the meanest hexes Hogwarts had seen the likes of those many years, and was also sister of said boyfriend and girlfriend of said best friend of said boyfriend.

Even if they weren't around, there was always either Neville, or Dean, or Seamus, also friends of said boyfriend and said boyfriend's best friend. If it wasn't them, there was Pavarti, or Luna, or Lavender, the girlfriends of said friends of Harry Potter and his best friend, said boyfriend of the girl every guy in school wanted to "talk to for a sec."

Though, most of them had to admit, they did understand where Ron came from. If that had been them, they wondered if they'd even let her out with Harry, Neville, Dean, or Seamus.