Hello, readers. I plan on updating as much as possible this weekend because, just like I thought, I have had multiple amazing ideas for 'A Simple Haircut' so I CANNOT wait until June to get that started again. Here is the next chappie!
--The (Kate is AMAZING!) Author
Hermione sat at her amazing, marble counter in her magnificent bathroom. Beth sat next to her, glancing over at her mum and then copying whatever it was that she was doing. There they sat, humming tunelessly and blow drying their hair. Beth had a tiny, plastic version of Hermione's hair dryer, which was pink and Revlon.
Hermione could have simply used a drying spell but she preferred not to do magic for such simple things. It made her feel incapable.
She glanced over at her daughter, who was humming and flipping her hair over her shoulder every few seconds to keep up the impression that she was using an actual hair dryer. The sight made Hermione giggle, and she finished with her own curly head, standing up. The stool she was sitting on made a screeching sound when it scraped over the floor and it echoed around the bathroom, startling both girls.
Beth's face lit up. "Cool!" she shouted, and it also echoed. She looked around excitedly and Hermione rolled her eyes, and exited the bathroom, wrapped only in a towel. She went rummaging around in her closet, glad she had brought clothes appropriate for galas such as these. She couldn't even imagine how the Great Hall would look now that they had returned.
The decorations were extravagant for even just school dances, so she assumed it would most definitely exceed expectations now that they were alumni. She released an excited squeal.
"Hermione?" called a deep voice from outside. Hermione stifled a scream.
"Dad! Uncle Harry!" screeched Beth, running from the bathroom in her pink bathrobe.
"Kiddo!" Harry yelled mimicking Beth's high-pitched voice. "Is your mum here by any chance?"
Hermione sighed. She just couldn't win. "Yeah, she's in there." Hermione could imagine Beth pointing to the closet which she currently resided. Hermione gripped the towel around her tighter and stepped out from inside her hiding place.
"Hey guys," she said. Harry turned pink at her current state, and Ron just stared.
"Hey, Hermione. Sorry about, erm…this," Harry said sheepishly, chuckling softly. Ron still stared. It was making Hermione uncomfortable. Hermione turned away from Ron, and smiled at Harry.
"That's alright. We've been friends for years; you were bound to catch me half dressed at some point. You guys can just sit on the bed and I'll get dressed in here." Hermione walked back into the closet.
She left the door open slightly, so she could still hear what Beth was saying. Hermione told her stories at bedtime, and, well, let's just say that most of them weren't fictional.
Hermione dressed quickly, listening to Beth tell Harry and Ron all about Draco and Dawn, who was her new best friend, apparently. She could imagine their faces of disbelief, but Malfoy actually had been civil, so she let it go.
Hermione grabbed her red pumps and exited her closet, closing the door swiftly. Hermione turned to face her two best friends.
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Draco lay on his bed, gazing at the ceiling. It was painted a mossy green, and it comforted him, being back at his school, even though he had grown to hate it because of the pressure placed upon him in sixth year.
Dawn came out of her bedroom, rubbing her eyes. She had just woken up from her nap and the ball didn't start for another 45 minutes. Draco sat up and looked at his daughter. She looked adorable dragging her pink teddy bear on the ground, rubbing her right eye, and then collapsing into Draco's open arms.
Draco kissed the top of her head and she yawned.
"Come on love," he whispered to her, kissing the top of her hair again. "You have to get ready for the ball."
"Will Beth be there?" she asked. Draco sighed. It seems as though the two girls were now inseparable. What was going to happen when the reunion was over?
"Yes. Yes, she will," he said, once again kissing the top of her head. Dawn jumped up.
"Okay!" she squealed, jumping up from her father's arms, running toward her bedroom. Draco followed her. When he found her inside the closet, she was holding two dresses from arms length, comparing them. One was a beige dress with mid-shoulder sleeves. It flowed out just below the breast plate and at the bottom there were lace ruffles. The dress came down just below her knees.
The other was a mossy green dress with straps about two inches thick. The dress was lined with black sashes and at the back the dress appeared like two flower petals over lapping one another. Down the back there were small, black buttons. A bow tied around the middle.
Dawn stared at the two dresses hard. "Wear this one," Draco said, pointing to the mossy green one. Dawn looked up at him and shrugged.
"Okay," she said. Draco left the room so she could get dressed, and when she came out there was only twenty minutes left until the ball.
"Come on, dear. Let's get your bed head fixed." Dawn giggled, and nodded. She closed her eyes and pictured the hairstyle she wanted in her mind. Draco pulled out his wand and sighed. Daphne was always so much better at 'girl things'.
"Redintegro saeta," he said waving his wand and jabbing it at Dawn without actually touching her. Dawn opened her eyes. She ran over to the mirror and squealed. The top half of her hair was pulled into a tight bun at the back of her head. The bottom half was curled into loose ringlets. Her blond hair was shiny and clean and she looked genuinely beautiful.
Draco sighed. He dreaded the coming years because, as his fatherly duties, he was required to fight off all her suitors.
"Come on, love. Let's go," Draco said smiling, holding out his hand.
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Ron stood behind Lavender in their suite, pacing. He didn't want to tell Lavender that Hermione was a knock-out. He didn't want to tell her that he still had feelings for her. He didn't want to tell her that she looked like a balloon when she asked. The reward for honest answers these days were lonely nights on the couch.
"You look beautiful, love," he lied. Lavender beamed at him. She was wearing a knee length, navy blue, maternity dress. The sleeves reached her elbows and they flowed out in little ruffles. The dress was a v-neck. Leave it to Lavender to try to show cleavage even though she's happily married and eight months pregnant.
Ron walked over to her and kissed her neck. Lavender moaned. That was the response he wanted. Hermione is ten times as beautiful. He thought. Why did he break up with her again? Oh yeah. She was the one that had broken things off. He got angry remembering how she wouldn't even give him an explanation.
He was better off with Lavender.
But he still had to wonder….
What do you guys think! Please let me know in a review! The next chapter is going to be extra long and I might write it tonight because I'm so EXCITED!! I was just wondering though; do you guys like it when Ron is a dickface? Because that's how it is in most Dramione fics. Let me know because I can guarantee some Ronald Weasley bastard-ness in this story. I might post another chapter tonight so stay tuned!!! Happy Easter!!
P.S.--The hair speel Draco uses above is actually Latin and it means 'fix hair' in cas you guys are wondering. I uesd a English-o-Latin translator online.
--Kate