A/N:
Oh my gosh! I feel so loved. I would like to thank everyone who reviewed this story for me. I appreciate it so much. To those that asked that I read their works, I would love to and will be more than happy to review. Thanks for the suggestions about the review settings; I will do that.
A special thanks to gazy, for reviewing twice, SwimmerKitti for the advise about the cliché thing, and c-h-l-o-e-06 for telling me how much they enjoyed reading it.
Note for Gazy and anyone else who was wondering: "The idiot" is what Hermy calls herself for dreaming about that certain someone.
Question for SwimmerKitti: Can you tell give me any suggestion about how to make it not so cliché-ish like I inevitably will without some form of guidance.
IMPORTANT: If anyone has any ideas or suggestions, please, please tell them to me. I can't write what the readers want to read unless I'm told what you guys want to read. Otherwise, I cannot be held responsible for what is written; that's up to my sometimes rather odd little mind.
Chapter 3: In Which the Boys Begin to Make Complete Asses of Themselves and Kelly Decides That She Needs Help With Hermione
"Oh come off it, Hermione. Just put them on," yelled Lavender, sounding exasperated.
"If you people think I am going to wear any of that lacy crap then you really are off your rocker."
"Hermione, if you are going to argue with us about wearing something simple as sexy underwear then we are never going to get anywhere with this process, okay? Now put on the damn underwear or I will make you put it on and you know I will do it," said Kelly, leaning against the bathroom door.
"No, I'll put it on, I'll put it on."
"Good," said all of them at the same time.
Hermione eventually emerged from the bathroom after much grumbling and arguing with the others as she pulled the straps onto her shoulders.
"I hate this thing. What was so wrong with my old ones?"
"White is not your color, Hermione. Red, blue, beige, silver, gray-blue, now those are colors for your skin tones and you want to show off the pretty underwear, right?" asked Parvarti.
"Why would they be seeing my underwear in the first place?" asked Hermione.
"Oh come one, Hermione. Please don't be so naive. You know very well why they would be seeing your underwear." Kelly stopped for a minute then gave Hermione a strange look. "Please tell me you do know why they would be seeing that? I really don't want to have to explain."
Hermione blushed and Parvarti let out a soft "holy shit" under her breath before Kelly sank into a chair at one of the desks and shook her head.
"You mean that you have never, ever, in you entire bookwormish life, made out with a boy in any fashion? Have you even kissed one or gone on a date with one?" asked Lavender.
"No, I haven't."
"We're going to need some backup here aren't we? But," Kelly said, standing up, "first things first. Hermione we must do something with that uniform. Parvarti, give her one of you skirts for right now, we can hem hers later."
Hermione once again retreated into the bathroom where she changed into her friend's clothes. There was more to be done, but they did want to eat before classes started, so the five girls headed down to breakfast. Hermione was frowning down at her legs. There were two inches of skin exposed above her knees and she had never worn something so short in her life. To the others this was quite long compared to their more racy choice of length.
She was still self-conscious as they all made their way to seats around the classroom as the other students began to waft in. Harry and Ron, who did not, upon first glance, notice any difference in her appearance, soon joined Hermione, but something finally seemed to click in their minds as a Ravenclaw boy came over, sat on the edge of the desk, and began talking to her.
Ron got a rather odd look upon his face that did nt suite him at all. His hair had gone slightly less orange red and more of a deep red like the color of fresh blood. When the light caught it, it made it shine like rubies in the sun. His body was built and tanned from his hours in the sun, when they had sun, at quidditch practice. Harry was himself as ever, but a bit more mature looking.