Hermione twitched a bit as a flower was pinned in her slightly curled hair. Even though many charms were cast on her hair, it still frizzed in the slightest bit. She could not manage to get George's teary eyes out of her head. She had done that to him. Yet for some reason, it hurt worse than every slanderous word Malfoy had ever sent her way.
She ran a hand up the side of the bright orange-ish pink dress that had been placed on her against her protests that it was not her color. Then there was the problem with the V. She ran her eyes up and down her mirror image and frowned. It was much too low cut. If she even thought of bending over, everything would be exposed. It was overall beautiful, but she was never a very adventurous person when it came to what she was wearing. She sighed, ran her wand over her face to reapply makeup to go with this dress, and made her way towards the crowd of people.
George grimaced as one of the ruffles in his dress robes caught on a hook. Pulling it off slowly, he caught a glance at Hermione. He knew his jaw had dropped. She looked like an angel had dropped from heaven, but there was also a sting. Harry was the person she was hugging now. He looked like he was apologizing, which he needed to, but George was a little more than obsessed it seemed.
He swept over in her direction and dropped an arm around her shoulder, kissing her on the cheek.
"Hey, 'Mione, want some punch?" he asked, conjuring a glass in his extended hand. It worked apparently. Harry looked towards him with a reproachful glare before telling Hermione good-bye. That was much better. He looked towards her with his trademark Weasley smile and waited for her to say something. She gave him an evil look and walked away, talking about finding Ginny. He sighed, but he noticed something that was not quite normal. Hermione had small highlights that were about the same color as Malfoy's. He shrugged it off, pretending he had never seen them, making his way off to find Fred.
Hermione stalked off and raised her hand to her face. What the…? She glared down her hands. She knew that she was not normally that pale… Maybe she was just upset. She shook her head and walked the rest of the distance to Ginny, whose eyes widened as she stopped.
"What the fuck did you do to your hair?" she screeched, rushing over and holding up the silvery blonde curls so Hermione could see them. Hermione's mouth dropped and tugged at it.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?" she cried, tugging at as if it were a wig stuck just a bit too well, wincing all the way through it.
"MS. GRAN…MRS WEASLEY! I INSIST THAT YOU STOP TUGGING ON YOUR HAIR IMMEDIANTLY!" Professor McGonagall was making her way over, catching Malfoy by the shoulder on the way. He looked over bewildered, but smiled maliciously when he saw where they were heading.
"Lyah, so lovely to see your actual face. So much better than your mudblood one. It looks quite like mothers if I may say so." He smirked and picked up one of her curls, which she promptly jerked back with a scowl.
"I am of no relation to you. Why would I resemble your Mum?"
That caused Malfoy to smirk more, causing him to look almost like a weasel on crack. "You seriously didn't know Lyah? We are related. You are my first cousin to be exact."
Hermione looked horrified. She could not have been more relieved when George arrived at her side. "You do know it's not polite to wear the same dress as the bride, right." Hermione gave him the most wicked look she could muster. "Wait a minute….Wait the hell happened to your hair! Moreover, your body! And your skin! Not to mention your eyes!" She whimpered slightly and put her head on his shoulder in defeat. She could not be mad at him right now. There was too much going on for her to release her temper.
"Professor, do you think we can go home early?" Professor McGonagall nodded knowingly and George quickly apparated her to his flat over the store after she said goodbye to everyone she could stand to talk to.
"Do you need to talk Hermione?" George wrapped an arm around her shoulder, pulling her towards the room that was his. He would sleep on the couch though. There was no way he would pressure her into more stress than could be avoided. She shook her head and climbed into the bed, still in her dress. Just as he turned to leave, he felt her hand grab his.
"Please don't leave me tonight…"
A/n/ Ok, yes, it was short and all, but I could not so much else with it. I know it is a bit dramatic for it to be this short, but I did not know what else to write. I was low on reviews and low on inspiration because my muse, Meagan, was not around to pester me into writing because I was in Arkansas and she was still in our home state. Therefore, I will write more on the next chapter. I might even have it up before the weekend is up if I work hard enough. So, see you then.
What happens next: Hermione sees how much of a mess she will have to clean up. George could never work for Trading Spaces to say the least.