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Hermione Apparated behind the shed. She was hoping that he wasn't going to be home; she didn't want to be a blundering mess in front of him.
"Hey, 'Mione! Right on time, as usual," Ginny called from in front of the Burrow. She looked positively giddy as Hermione approached.
"Mum's already written down a few ideas," Ginny said as the two girls walked into the Burrow and up to Ginny's room.
Besides the usual mess of the humble abode, there was also a flurry of parchments, quills, and a small stack of Chocolate Frogs on Ginny's desk.
Hermione raised her eyebrow; Ginny seldom had any work-related items on her desk.
"Courtesy of Mum," Ginny explained. "She's rather enthusiastic about all this plotting. Though I don't think if she knew the actualplans she'd be pleased." Ginny grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes but smiled back.
There was a chair behind Ginny's desk which Hermione promptly took as she grabbed the parchment entitled 'Molly Weasley'. Hermione quickly scanned through it; it mostly contained ideas of Howlers and yelling at Ron.
"Not bad, hm?" Ginny said with half a smile. Then she handed her one called 'Ginny Weasley,' and Hermione's eyes widened; this one had curses and hexes and quite a number of spells.
Ginny smiled sheepishly. "I was thinking more 'everyone-hex-Ron-till-his-arse-falls-off' type of thing."
Pansy suddenly burst through the door. "Merlin, sorry I'm late. I had to make some special arrangements so Ron and everyone would stay away."
"How'd you do that?" Hermione asked, "and how'd you get in here?"
Pansy replied with a sly smile, "Natural Slytherin talents. That's the answer for both questions. So, anyone got some ideas? I know I have some," she added coyly.
Hermione eyes widened; Slytherin ideas were never good, including Pansy's.
Pansy quickly told Ginny and Hermione her plan. Ginny chuckled evilly and, as usual, Hermione was horrified. It concerned her in a big sort of way.
"No worries, Hermione. I'll take care of the parts that concern Galleons and Muggle money. Ginny'll be our little informer, and you'll be our star!" Pansy ended.
"Who are you calling little?" Ginny muttered. Pansy laughed.
Hermione's just gaped at her. This was not going to go well for her.
"Is there any way we can still do the hexing thing?" she asked weakly. Ginny and Pansy shook their heads.
"Now, come on." Ginny pulled on Hermione's hand. "We have a little preparation to do."
*
"How about this one?" Ginny asked, holding up a sea green dress. Pansy shook her head.
"Too green; it clashes with her hair."
Pansy went back to flipping through the racks. She paused and held up a hot pink dress.
"How about this?" she suggested.
"No," Hermione answered immediately. The dress was way too low cut; at least half her chest was showing.
"Okay, fine, fine," Pansy said tiredly. They had been looking for an outfit for half the afternoon and had browsed through thirty-two shops to Hermione's count. She would much rather to be in Flourish and Blotts.
Finally, Ginny and Pansy were at the last outfit.
"Try this one on, 'Mione," said Ginny. "And no complaining." Hermione opened her mouth once she saw the outfit, then closed it; Ginny had a Glare of Death on her face. Hermione then decided she would much rather look like a slut than a giant slug sporting purple boils. Hermione walked into the fitting room and tried the blouse and skirt on.
The shirt was strapless and complimented her chest nicely and the skirt was high, but just enough to let her bend over without feeling completely exposed. But still, this was quite an outfit. You couldn't walk through a bar at night without at least 35 men checking you out.
Suddenly there was rapid banging on the door, frightening Hermione out of her wits.
"'Mione, let us in. We want to see how you look!" Ginny yelled through the door.
"One second," Hermione hollered back. Her hands fumbled with the handle as she opened the door.
"Whoa, 'Mione. You're looking sexy," Pansy breathed. Ginny nodded in agreement. Then the two broke out of their awestruck stupor and rambled on:
"The blouse makes you look hot and it compliments your hair beautifully," Pansy said.
"Your legs will make Ron gooey-eyed at you," Ginny added.
They rambled away and Hermione pulled a conspicuous robe over her outfit. Pansy paid for the outfit, as she promised.
"Now, time for the cardigan and shoes," Pansy said, brightly as she rejoined Ginny and Hermione. Hermione frowned; she thought they were done.
Hermione's feet were aching badly and she wanted to go back home. Somewhere where she could curl up with a good book and hot chocolate. She smiled at that thought.
*
Tonight. It was tonight. Hermione shivered as Ginny and Pansy went over some last minute stuff, which mostly consisted of instructions and fixing her outfit. The trio were the only ones in the house; Ron had left the Burrow forty-five minutes earlier, Mr. Weasley was still at the Ministry, Mrs. Weasley was out at Diagon Alley, and George was probably somewhere with Angelina.
"Hermione, stop shivering," Pansy commanded. Hermione cast an anxious eye over Pansy as she fixed her locks.
"Okay," Ginny said proudly, "you're all set," Hermione stood up and surveyed herself in the mirror.
The outfit flattered Hermione; all the right curves were emphasized and the colours matched her skin tone. Hermione's makeup was subtle but made her soft brown eyes more noticeable, and her hair was tamed and shiny, but had still maintained soft bouncy curls.
"I look beautiful," Hermione whispered incredulously. Pansy raised her eyebrow.
"What? I didn't quite catch that," she said.
"Nothing," Hermione said. Pansy shrugged.
"Come on," Ginny said, reappearing inside her room. Hermione's eyes widened; she hadn't realized that Ginny had left. "If we don't leave now, Ron'll be too bloody sloshed to give a shite about Hermione." Then Hermione and Pansy tore after Ginny down the stairs and out of the Burrow.
Once Hermione and Pansy caught up with Ginny, the three of them Apparated away.
There was the familiar tugging sensation that came with Apparition, and then the familiar coldness of Scotland cushioned Hermione. She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and looked around. They had Apparated on a vacant street in Hogsmeade.
"Ready?" Pansy asked Hermione.
"Okay, sure," she murmured.
"Whatever you do, make it look real," Ginny advised. Hermione nodded. Pansy pushed Hermione towards the restaurant, causing Hermione to stumble on her impractical stilettos. Then she straightened up and flounced into the building.
Hermione looked up at the restaurant's name plaque. The Black Cat.
"That's nice," she said under her breath. "Ron had actually chosen a nice place for a date." She took a deep breath and pushed open the door. A small twinkling sound announced her arrival. Immediately, a middle-aged witch came to assist her.
"Well hello, darling! How may I help you?" she asked brightly. Hermione's eyes swept over the restaurant.
"Um, I'm with them." She pointed vaguely at the table at the back that contained Ron and Fay.
The witch nodded and asked for her cardigan. Hermione thanked the kind woman and shrugged the cardigan off, somewhat reluctantly; she knew this would have some reactions. Suddenly, the whole restaurant went quiet. Oblivious to this, Ron kept talking.
"Kingsley just asked me for some kind of assignment. It was obviously very important, top secret, too. He wouldn't ask anyone after- Merlin! Hermione!" Then Ron too, stopped talking.
"My, my. Isn't somebody looking nice?" the hostess commented quietly. Hermione smiled uncomfortably as almost everyone of the male persuasion dropped their gaze. A few men looked her up and down, lingering their gaze on certain parts.
Quiet conversation started up again, although many people were casting glances at Hermione as she walked over to the table where Fay and Ron were sitting. Hermione sidled up next to Ron and planted a sound kiss on his cheek. Then she traveled her way down to his neck.
Hermione feigned surprise as her eyes strayed and landed on Fay. "Why, hello, Fay!" Fay narrowed her eyes.
"What are you doing with my fianc ?" she asked tersely.
"Your fianc ?" Hermione said in surprise. Fay nodded and tightened her grip on her knife. "Well, I thought he was my fianc !"
Fay looked from Hermione to Ron then back to Hermione.
"You're lying," Fay growled. Hermione shook her head.
"No," Hermione said, doe-eyed. She stretched out the fingers of her right hand. A thin silver band rested on her ring finger. "Ron proposed to me. See?" Hermione was glad that she hadn't thrown out this one gift from Ron.
Fay's eyes widened as she looked at her own ring finger. A similar ring lay on it. Fay then looked at a flustered Ron, then got up and drew out her wand.
"You!" she shouted, pointing her wand at Ron. "You tried cheating on me again, didn't you? I thought you loved me, not that bushy-haired know-it-all!" Hermione pretended not to hear that. "But you don't love me more. You love us the same! No, wait, you don't even love us because of who we are! You love us as your precious little toys! You lying, cheating, scummy, bastard!" The restaurant was oddly quiet.
"Furnunculus!" Fay screamed. Then Hermione pulled out her wand.
"Locomotor mortis. Silencio," she said quietly. Ron fell out of his chair as his legs twisted into a painful position and boils erupted on his skin. He tried to scream but no sound came out.
"He- he doesn't care about us," Fay said through a hiccuping sob. Suddenly, Hermione felt an abrupt increase in pressure on her shoulder as Fay leaned on it and cried bitter tears.
***
Draco walked up to restaurant, exhausted from hard thinking.
The Thestrals were out of the ordinary today. More than usual. He had asked anyone in the Ministry who would listen to him why, and had received a lengthy answer about Wrackspurts and Thestrals and their common dislike of Butterbeer from Loony Lovegood instead.
He pushed open the door to The Black Cat. The restaurant was quiet. Draco swiveled his head to find the cause of the silence. There, at the back of the room, were two women clutching each other. One with blonde hair and another with soft brown curls.
Granger! Draco thought, as his mouth curled up into a smirk. She was almost unrecognizable with her wild hair tamed. He strode toward the two.
"I would prefer if you let go of each other before you two start snogging," Draco said dryly. "I'd like to enjoy my dinner without you two acting lesbian."
A few people sniggered, causing Hermione to go red in the face and Fay's mouth to widen with shock. She vented her surprise and anger by kicking Ron. A boil burst and Fay's high heel was covered in icky, sticky who-knows-what. Then she ran out of the restaurant.
"So." Draco raised an eyebrow at Hermione. "Right after you've been dumped you find another woman to snog. It's a miracle you didn't shag."
He took two steps up to Hermione. His stormy gray eyes staring her down, taking in her sweet aroma, her soft brown eyes flashing with anger. Their faces were a few inches apart. Draco was suddenly overcome with an attraction to this brown-haired witch. He opened his mouth, about to say something.
Then, an impossibly red-headed man covered with boils stood up.
"What are you doing with my fianc e?" Ron growled, suddenly able to speak again.
Hermione suddenly went rigid, as if snapping out of a trance.
"Ferret. Scared of Thestrals," Hermione said in a low voice. "You probably enjoyed that. Didn't you, bastard?" She backed up and bumped into Ron.
"It's okay, 'Mione. He's not there, I'm here now." Ron put his arms around Hermione.
"Get off me!" Hermione screamed as she pushed Ron away and punched him in the face.
Hermione panted then noticed Draco smirking at her.
"Oh, so you thought that was fucking awesome? Wait, 'till you feel this!" Hermione was hysterical as she brought up her knee.
Draco slowly bent down to the ground. His willy was throbbing hard.
"We should've never played around with that girl," he said through gritted teeth to Ron. Ron nodded in agreement as his nose gushed blood.
Ron nervously looked at Hermione but her eyes were filled with anger. No place for love. She turned and walked away with a gleaming curtain of soft brown curls flowing behind her.
*
"That looked bloody painful," Pansy remarked from the window as Hermione stormed out of the Black Cat.
"What? The boils or Draco's arse?" Ginny asked perkily.
"Both."
"I hate them!" Hermione shrieked as she walked over to where Ginny and Pansy were standing. "The nerve they have. To- to justplay with me like that!"
"It's okay, Hermione," Ginny said quietly. She grabbed Hermione's shoulders and looked her straight in the face. "You know what, just forget today, k?" Hermione sighed.
"That'll be bloody hard to," Hermione muttered, "considering that I see both of them almost every effing day."
"Come on, 'Mione," Pansy said, taking Hermione and Ginny's hands. "Let's go home," And with a practiced twirl, the three Apparated back to Hermione's flat.
*
The next day at the Ministry was… awkward at best. Hermione had tried not to smile triumphantly when Seamus told her that Fay and Ron had broken up. Ron had attempted to spread the lie that he had not gotten hexed by his ex and fianc e, but instead had been in the way of a bad spell. That was to explain the still-present boils. And Draco had decided that Hermione Grangers were much worse than red-eyed Thestrals.
Meanwhile, Harry Potter had no idea what the fuck was going on.
"Every time Ron or Malfoy passes Hermione, they go the other way," Harry told Ginny during lunch break. "What's going on? I know you have something to do with it." Ginny laughed nervously.
"What would you say if we screwed Ron's engagement?" Ginny asked, tense. "As in we ended it? And we hexed Malfoy in the process?"
Harry didn't say anything; he just stared at Ginny who laughed timidly.
"I have to go," Ginny said suddenly, getting out of her seat and skittering away.
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