Okay all, new chapter! Yay! I am so glad I got back on with this story. I really like where its going.
Warning: there are a few mature things mentioned. Nothing done, don't wig out.
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. If I did, the story would never end! And Hermione and Draco would have hooked up a long time ago. It all belongs to J.K. Rowling. Damn.
Hermione opened the doors to the library. She retreated to a far corner and stewed in her emotions. She felt anger, sadness, pity, disappointment. All these emotions stemmed from none other Draco Malfoy. She couldn't believe that she had fallen in his trap. Looking back it was so obvious, but she had been so eager to believe he could change that she had accepted him without any thought.
Well Hermione, she thought, what are you going to do now? What are you going to do to save yourself?
She thought about her predicament, and finally it hit her. She had been remembering their encounters, and the Alius Ego potion was stuck in her mind. Malfoy had said that he had liked her alter ego.
Well if he liked it that much, maybe I should let her out more often.
With that thought in her head she walked to the owlery and sent a brief note to Ginny, Lavender, and Parvati. She walked back to her common room. She half expected Malfoy to be waiting for her, but upon seeing the common room empty she went to her room to await her replies.
Hermione did not have to wait long. Soon she heard a knock on the front portrait. She opened the door to reveal the three girls carrying every hair curler and makeup case known to man.
"I'm so glad you decided its time for a change Hermione. I was beginning to wonder if you were ever going to change." Lavender said.
"I was surprised when I read you letter. But I gathered all my stuff as quickly as possible. I'm glad it's the weekend. It might take all day to get that hair straightened." Parvati said.
"I can't wait to get you into some more flattering clothes." Was all Ginny could say.
Hermione took the three girls into her room and cast a locking charm on the door. Ginny started unpacking a huge duffle bag, pulling colorful clothes. Parvati began washing Hermione's hair with a quick Scourgify spell. Lavender began towel dry her hair. Hermione could tell it was going to be a long weekend.
"I think we should trim you hair a little. Maybe even add some cute bangs. What do you think Lav?" said Parvati.
"Cut yes, bangs no. When she wants to wear her hair curly it might look funny. How do you feel about dying it?" Lavender asked Hermione.
"Oh my god! Hermione you would look great if we died your hair a dark brown, and then added black and blonde streaks!" said Ginny.
"I don't know about blonde. But I like the brown and black. And how short would you be cutting?"
"Not that short. Just to your shoulders. But the color is going to be beautiful. Just wait."
So Hermione waited. She waited while they pulled, tweezed, powdered, fluffed, and applied every product ever invented to her face and hair.
"Ta da!"
"Voila!"
"Wow, Hermione. You are going to knock him dead. Here, wear these. I'm leaving all these. They should be enough for a while. And everything is mix-and-match. Well, bye!"
And with that the three girls ran out the door, leaving enough makeup and hair product to style an army. Hermione turned her chair around and looked in the mirror. At first she was shocked. She couldn't believe that she could look that good. Her hair had been tamed into beautiful soft curls around her face. He eyes looked sparkly, rather than their regular dull brown. Lavender had put subtle colors around her eyes, and a soft pink lip gloss made her lips look pouty instead of pinched. She went through the pile of clothes that the girls had left and pulled out a short denim skirt and a skimpy pink tube top. She pulled on the clothes and loved the way they made her feel. Hermione would be very disappointed if Malfoy did not want to strip down right where he has and do her there. She slipped her feet into a pair of simple flip flops and walked to the kitchen to make breakfast. She began pulling pans and a spatula from a drawer when she heard Malfoy's bedroom door open. Taking that as her cue Hermione opened the door to the refrigerator and bent over, trying to find some fruit. Hermione sensed, rather than heard, him approach.
"Granger. You look... nice... um. Wow…" he began.
"Thank you. You look nice too. I was just making breakfast," she said as she laid her palm on his chest. "You could wait in the living room until I'm done."
He walked backwards a few steps and then quickly turned into the living room. Hermione could tell that she had flustered the boy, and was glad for it. She mixed pancake batter and melted some syrup. She washed the fruit and set it on the table.
"Malfoy! Breakfast is done." She called.
She heard the scrape of a chair being pulled and turned to see Malfoy sitting down to enjoy breakfast.
"Wow, it smells really good Granger. What did you make?"
"Oh, a little of this, and a little of that." She replied. She picked up the plate of pancakes and leaned over the table to serve him. She made sure to let her shirt drop a little and give him access to peeping down her shirt. She straightened up and served herself. Then she went to the stove and picked up the warm syrup.
"Here, let me pour it for you." She said, as sickly sweet as the syrup. She stood behind him and leaned over his shoulder, making sure that her hair tickled his face, and her chest pressed against his back.
"I'm sorry it's so small. I was a little tired from the incident last night. No, don't worry. Don't apologize. It was my fault. I should not have snapped. I'm terribly sorry. Can you forgive me?" she said seductively, as she bit into a juicy strawberry.
Malfoy sat there with his mouth wide open. For a second Hermione wondered if he had suffered a heart attack, when he spoke,
"I think I can. I understand. It must be stressful."
"Yes, it is stressful having my best friends not like you. Here, let me help you." She said as she leaned over the table again and wiped a little syrup off his bottom lip. She pulled her finger away and licked it clean. "Yummy! I love syrup, don't you?"
She almost lost it then. The look on Malfoy's face was enough to convince her that she was holding all the cards now. She cleared up the table, but before she could begin the dishes Malfoy spoke up.
"Let me help you. You did cook breakfast." He said.
And gave you a massive boner, from the looks of it. She thought with some satisfaction.
They quickly got the dishes done, and Hermione led Malfoy into the living room to study, and do homework. She ran up to her room and gathered her books. When she walked back downstairs she saw Malfoy sitting at the desk, a book in his lap. Hermione opened her Herbology book, and curled up on the couch to read. She was so enthralled with her reading she almost missed the looks he kept shooting her. Hermione had a feeling it was because her skirt had ridden up her thighs when she had sat down, and now left very little to the imagination. She shifted herself again and accidentally dropped her quill.
"Oops! Clumsy me." she said, as she bent over and picked it up.
It was a funny feeling to have your breasts goggled for the first time. She curled up even more and thought about what she was doing. Could she pull this off? Could she manage to be a slut in front of everyone in the school? She had her doubts, but then Malfoy's came rushing through her head. What he had said the Blaise last night was well worth this. She was never going to go to bed with Malfoy. But she could make him pay until he realized that. She just needed a little more time to get her trap ready, and then she would pounce.
"You know, it's such a lovely day. Why don't we go outside and sit by the lake. We could even hang out with your friends. Pansy had a lot of interesting things to say last night. And it didn't look like you and Blaise had time to finish your conversation before we were interrupted." She said as she stood up and held out her hand.
Malfoy stood up and took hold of her hand. As they walked out of the portrait, Hermione made sure to slide her hips against his as she walked out of the doorway. They walked to the Great Hall, earning strange looks from everyone they saw. She drug him to a little shady spot, hidden by a large bush. Soon Blaise and Pansy were there.
"Wow, Hermione. You look great. Pink is definitely your color. Did you cut your hair?" asked Pansy.
"Yes, does it look nice?"
"Yeah. You look like Pan- you look pretty." Blaise said, catching his mistake.
Hermione knew that he was going to say Pansy, and she was glad. The Slytherin Slut was exactly who she was channeling with her new makeover. She was glad that she had the boys entranced with her new look. She was so happy her plan was working, and she wouldn't have to wait so long to spring her trap.
"So what are you boys doing during Christmas? Are you staying here?" she asked.
"Well, I thought about going home, but my parents are going to France to visit my grandmother. She's crazy, so I don't know if I want to go anymore." Said Blaise.
"I'm going home. Mother promised me a shopping spree before Christmas. We are also going to visit my Uncle Tom in Ireland." Pansy said.
"What about you Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah, Malfoy. What will you be doing over Christmas?" asked Blaise.
"Well, I thought about going home. But I've changed my mind. I plan on sleeping late, and having fun with my friends." He responded.
I bet you are, thought Hermione. She tugged on the bottom of her top, pulling the bottom down ever so slightly. She smiled at the boys as their glances darted to the tops of her breast. This was going to be a fun Christmas break, she decided.