Becoming a Slytherin

by likerofwhatsnerdy

"Draco, I know it's impossible, but would you try, for me, if I don't find them by March I'm literally dead." I said weakly. "Kiss you? I guess." He mumbled to himself. He leant forward towards me and captured my lips into the most mind-searing kiss I could ever imagine. But it was fake, he betrayed me, so now I have to become the only thing possible for me to survive, INCOMPLETED

6. I'm Not Helpless, Just Attractive

Authors note: Hiya, that last chap was a bit short, I'll try making this one a bit longer. There you go everything was explained. (I hope) This one may be a bit slow again as I am going through an awkwardly bad writers block.

Likerofwhatsnerdy

xxxx

-Hermione POV-

I woke up groggily. A sharp pain coursed through my body. It was four am. Of course, I needed some more potions. Slowly I shakily undid the stopper on a glass vial. The viscous liquid dripped out. Bleugh. Anyway I still had to drink it. The pain subsided after a few moments. I got dressed in a hurry, not wanted to see Draco at all. I looked at myself in the mirror. My cream pumps were shining. A pretty lime dress came down to my knees. It was cinched just above the waist and strapless. A lacy wrap still covered my shoulders and most of my arms. Ron and Him may think I am a disgusting monster. But I am not a frumpy mess anymore either. I thought triumphantly. My almost wavy now light blonde hair was brushed and swept on to one side. A corsage of white blossoms and ivy tied my hair into a side ponytail. Several green and silver glass bracelets adorned my wrist. My simple silver ring inscribed with 'love doesn't last forever' matched my silver crescent moon pendant on a delicate chain around my pale skinned neck. My make-up was a simple highlight on my eyelids of shimmering cream; my lips were a deep, rich plum and my eyelashes were long and black. It was now seven am. I picked up my stylish tartan tote bag and swept out of the room gracefully.

Luckily Draco was nowhere to be seen. After double-checking the coast was clear, and picking up two spare potions, just in case, I opened the portrait door. The corridors were only inhabited by early risers at this time of the morning. Sure enough only around ten people were around. Everyone stared at me. The girls were open mouthed. The boys seemed to be following me. Even the first years seemed to be doting on me. A dark-haired eighth year approached me. "My name is Blaise Zabini, Hermione, is there anything you wish for me to do?" The way he spoke was a little disgusting. It was almost like he would jump off a cliff for me or something.

"Oh please! I may be a veela now but I'm not stupid, Leave me alone Zabini, I know for a fact the Zabinis have been veelas for centuries, you're immune to their charms!" I said scathingly. He grinned cheekily and retreated into the shadows of whatever hell-hole he came from. As I approached the Great Hall I managed to drop my bag. Great Hermione! Not even the first day at school and you manage to accidently use the biggest and most obvious cliché. Sure enough about ten boys came rushing over, scrambling to get to my belongings. Before they could I whipped out my wand and cast a shield charm. "Sorry boys, I may be attractive, but I'm not helpless!" I smirked and walked past their dumb-founded expressions. This was going to be a long year, but, I just might be able to tailor it to my advantage.