Heyyyy guys. I'm going to need more reviews on this chapter before I update the next one.
Oh, for JaceDamian23 and other people who think it's a little too OOC, that's what this is all about. None of these characters are exactly who you thought they would be. Go figure, huh? :)
Disclaimer: Not even the fucking curse words are mine. :D
"This doesn't work for me." Hermione said a few quick spells and the charms Ginny had placed upon her came off. It seemed as if a mask of makeup rose off her face. "Gin, I appreciate the help but my gods, my face felt like plaster."
The youngest redheaded Weasley girl pouted. "But Hermione, you looked good!"
"I looked shiny and odd. That might be what Dean likes but I'm pretty sure Draco doesn't."
"Fuck you." The little redhead stuck out her tongue.
"Maybe later. Right now, I have to decide what to wear."
Ginny groaned and rolled over. "First off, ew. I love you but not like that."
Hermione pulled out a short blue dress. "Will this look good with my hair?"
"Second, everything looks good on you now. Third, wear something sexy underneath. If you feel sexy, you'll act sexy. Know fact. And fourth and finally, Dean and I are like so over. I'm into Seamus now."
Almost falling over from shock, Hermione's mouth fell open. "His best friend?"
"I have a thing for such cute accents."
"And killing friendships."
Ginny grinned wickedly. "Minor detail." She laughed again and sat up. "Nah, I wouldn't go for Seamus. He's cute but my goodness, his obsession with rum..."
Hermione giggled as she slipped the dress on. "Time to go make Draco Malfoy want me." She pulled a face. "I never imagined I'd be saying that."
"Honestly, I never imagined you'd be an angel either."
Tying up the back, Hermione smirked. "Just goes to show you how much we really know."
Draco straightened his robes, fixed the bouquet of white roses he held in his hand and nervously checked his watch for the thirtieth time. Hermione was always back from the library at 10. It was 10:13. Maybe something had happened?
Before he could check his watch again, the portrait opened and in walked a vision of beauty that Draco never imagined possible. Hermione looked amazing. A short blue dress adorned her pale body and her long white blond hair was straightened. She radiated happiness.
Draco couldn't bring himself to speak and instead opted to thrust the roses into her hands and gape openly at her. So much for subtlety.
As Hermione walked towards Draco, (hoping that he was still breathing), she was scecretly trying not to hyperventilate. As she reached him, she put out her hand and placed it on his arm. Draco snapped out of his fantasies and smiled widely at her.
"You look amazing!" He opened his mouth to say something else, but stood still.
Hermione waved a hand in front of his face. "Draco?" She shook him with her free hand. "This isn't funny!"
"Oh, it certainly isn't."
Hermione froze. She quickly regained her senses and flung herself around. She was too late. Something hit her head and she felt a darkness seeping in around her. Fighting against it, Hermione looked up. The air was clear.
As her eyes fell closed, she saw someone remove an invisibility cloak, red eyes locking with hers. "Hello, Hermione."
A final thought ran across Hermione mine as the darkness set in. Not now…
Blaise was sleepy. His head hurt, his neck ached and there was a fluffy couch in the Heads' Dorms calling his name so loudly it pained him even more. He just wanted to curl up on the couch and sleep forever. Nothing could possibly make his day worse.
Arriving at the portrait, Blaise immediately felt alert. Something was wrong. The painting opened for him and he snuck in. He would hate to break something up between Hermione and Draco. He'd feel like a total douche bag if that happened.
Blaise peered around the corner and terror gripped him in an moment. Someone was hunched over Hermione. He sprung out, his wand his and a curse on his lips…
But he was too late. The cloaked figure had grabbed Hermione and disappeared. Blaise ran over to Draco, muttering a counter curse. As Draco came to, a look of despair encased his features.
"Did that just happen?"
Blaise nodded quickly. "What do we do?"
Draco slumped onto the ground. "Call Doctor Tyler."
"What good will he do! Hermione was just stolen from under our noses!"
"He can track her." Draco stood up, a new determination crossing his features. "Hell, Blaise. I was just about to tell her. Getting her taken away... Well, that doesn't work for me. Let's go."
The two boys were about to run to get the doctor when there was a strange popping noise. Blaise looked at the ground. "What's that?"
The two stared in awe as the black box on the floor rose in the air and into Draco's hand. Without another moment's hesitation, the two took off running as fast as they could. They needed help, and fast.
Yes? No? Maybe so?