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Hecka. Made. Me. Happy.

Now I wish I knew my alternative email account's password, lmao. XD

And you all know the disclaimer, I'm too lazeh to go and write it.

But yar, here is another chapter for yoush!

Hermione groggily came to, with an immense headache, and wondered where the hell she was, and why she felt something warm...and saw golden blonde hair-

Golden Blonde Hair?

Golden Blonde Hair???

He eyes shot open, and instinctively, she punched Draco Malfoy in the face.

"Bloody fuck!" he swore in utter surprise as Hermione leaped up with a paranoid look on her face. As she slowly came to recognize her surroundings, she quietly mutter "oh bollocks..." under her breath.

"Yes, 'oh bollocks!', first you fall on me, then you practically break my sodding nose! What the fuck's the matter with you Granger?"

Hermione had no idea what to respond, for she didn't know herself. So she did the first thing she thought of.

Ran.

In seven inch stilettos.

And she tumbled and fell, halfway on her way to the door.

And then got back up again and fled, blending in with her crimson makeup, and blushing enough to make the Weaseleys proud.

By then, everyone who had been watching were stunned, and awkwardly went on their merry way home.

"What...the...hell?" Narcissa muttered, still baffled that that beauty was the little muggle born she had seen so long ago at the Quidditch World Cup, and surprised at herself that she was even phased at her having punched her only son..

"Mum, next time we go to a Fashion show...I'm bringing a helmet..." Draco said as he clutched his nose, he was somewhat upset, and then suddenly amused..and...strangely aroused?

"Oh goody, not only am I going mad, I'm being a bloody masochist..."

"What was that dear?" Narcissa raised an eyebrow.

"Nothing Mum, let's just get the hell home."

And with that, they left the bizarrely ending fashion show behind.

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Hermione lit a cigarette outside in the shadows, and sighed exasperatedly.

"Fucking Stilettos."

She held them in her free hand and glared menacingly at them.

She should have never gotten involved in modeling again, even as a favor to Dimitri.

She had made an absolute fool of herself, and she hadn't a clue why.

What was happening to her?

Ever since the war ended a year ago, she wasn't the same person, but it hadn't been this bad since she was very young...

Hell, she lost all control of herself, starting at her arms...

She looked at them...nothing...

But she felt such a paralyzing, intense pain.

"Bullocks..."

She blew a puff of smoke at the sky haughtily, and wondered how she would face everyone at work tomorrow.

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It's quite short, I'm sorry to say, but I'm at quite a loss as where to take this. Suggestions would be loveleh.

There's about 4 choices I have to go over. XD

But yar, review, please?? . ;