This chapter is dedicated to CheyRainAwesomeness for being the stories first reviewer!
Okay, I got six reviews for the first chapter, so for this chapter, I'm aiming for twelve, I hope you guys can get me there!
Also, I don't know that much about what people drive in England or if there are different types of activities they do. I might have a (light) English accent, but I know next to nothing about the country.
Rainbow: the way I'm thinking of Damon's hair is like the character Jordan Cahill in the Disney Channel original movie Stuck in the suburbs. After it was cut shorter though.
Once again, thank you to NJ Coffee Queen for being an awesome beta!
Anyways, read, review and enjoy!
"We have to put on the glamour charms immediately," said Hestia Jones, the Ministry's stylist.
Hestia's job was pretty simple by Ministry standards. All she had to do was cast glamour charms to completely change a person's appearance, and select their wardrobe.
Out of habit, Draco started running his hands through his platinum blonde tresses. He did it whenever he was nervous or annoyed.
"I'm so sorry those gorgeous blonde locks have to go," Hestia said, twirling her wand with her hands.
"Bloody hell," Draco murmured, as he walked towards the chair in front of Hestia and took a seat in it.
"Just do it already!" he shouted, an annoyed look in his eyes.
"Fine, no need to be so bitchy," Hestia said, scowling at him.
As this was going on, Hermione stood a few feet away, a grin setting on her lips. She looked on as Hestia murmured a spell, and Draco's straight, straw coloured hair turned the exact opposite.
Now, he had black curls resting on his head, and looked positively mortified by the looks of it. Also, his eyes had changed from the deep, stormy gray, to a gorgeous pale green colour. His skin tone was slightly tanner than before.
Without saying a word, Draco stalked off to the corner of the room and took a seat with his arms crossed and his head facing down. It was evident he was pissed at his change of appearance.
"You're next," Hestia said, pointing to Hermione.
Hermione sat in the chair and stared into the mirror. She looked at herself carefully, memorizing her curly, mahogany-coloured hair and chocolate brown eyes.
"Ready?" the stylist asked.
"Ready," Hermione said nervously, gripping the sides of the chair.
Muttering a carefully written spell, Hestia waved her wand over Hermione's head. Hermione felt like a bucket of ice cold water had just been dumped over her head.
When she looked up and into the mirror, the first thing she saw was Hestia grinning like a Cheshire cat. The next thing she saw was a beautiful woman with long, straight blondish brown hair staring back at her. Hermione did a double take; the pretty female in the mirror was her!
She carefully looked over her new body. Her eyes were just like the profile had said, grey-blue-green, she had never seen three colours mix so perfectly together. Her hair was simply perfect, and looked like it would be much easier to control than her normally curly hair. She also noticed that she was about three inches taller than she usually was.
Suddenly, a voice snapped out of her trance.
"Do you like it?" Hestia asked, fully knowing the answer.
"Like it? I love it!" Hermione exclaimed, jumping up from her seat.
"Thank you!" Hermione said, smiling at the witch.
"Just doing my job," said Hestia.
"Draco, get over here!" Hestia shouted across the room.
Draco, still sulking, walked over to where Hermione and Hestia were standing.
"Okay, the wardrobes I prepared for you two are already at the house. Now, you two have to go to the next room and meet your son," Hestia explained, pointing to a clear door.
Nodding at the stylist, the duo walked over to the door and stepped through. The room they entered was a small sitting room, with large, fake windows to make the room appear to be more open.
Sitting on one of the couches, was a small boy of eight years. His blonde and black streaked hair framed his long, tanned face, and innocent looking grey-blue-green eyes looked up at them.
"Mum! Dad!" the little boy, who they assumed was their son Damon, exclaimed, running to them.
Quickly switching into mother mode, Hermione bent down and captured the child in a large, affectionate hug. Draco hesitantly wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders, unaware of what to do.
"When are we going to go to the new house?" Damon asked excitedly.
"Soon sweetie," Hermione answered lovingly.
Hermione didn't know where it came from, but the moment she hugged Damon, she felt a strong attachment to him. Little did she know, Draco felt the same thing.
Draco noticed a large key sitting on the glass table beside the couch that practically screamed 'portkey'. Draco caught Hermione's attention and nodded at the key; she immediately understood what he meant.
"Close your eyes, Damon," Hermione told him soothingly.
Damon did as told and closed his eyes tightly, and held onto his mother's and father's hands for dear life. Draco touched the key and they were immediately transferred to an abandoned hallway in a small airport terminal.
"You can open your eyes now, Damon," Draco said as the small family emerged from the hallway.
They were immediately attacked by warm air and the smell of freshly baked cookies. Damon released both his parents' hands to take a few steps forward.
"Dad, can I get a cookie?" Damon asked as soon as he saw the small bakery.
"Sure," Draco said walking towards the shop.
Draco took Damon's hand in his own and wrapped his remaining arm around Hermione's shoulders. Hermione stiffened for a moment, and then relaxed. She knew they had to put up a facade that they were a happily married couple.
"I want the chocolate chip one!" Damon exclaimed, pointing to the tray that held chocolate chip cookies.
"Okay," Draco replied.
They waited in line for less than a minute before the cashier called them up.
"May I take your order?" the pretty red head cashier asked politely.
"Yes, two chocolate chip cookies, and one white chocolate cookie." Draco answered, reaching for the wallet that he had been given by McLaggen before they had received the glamour charms.
"That'll be £2.33," the employee said, quickly grabbing the cookies and placing them in a bag.
Draco opened up the wallet and pulled out three one pound coins and handed the girl.
"Keep the change," Draco said, smiling.
Damon grabbed the bag and ran out of the store with his parents following behind him. Once they caught up with Damon, Hermione grasped his hand tightly as they walked outside.
"You three the Williamses?" a man asked, coming out of nowhere.
"Yes..." Draco answered suspiciously, holding Hermione tighter as Hermione held Damon more securely.
"No need to be afraid. I'm just here to give you the keys to your car," The man said chuckling slightly.
"Oh," Draco said, releasing his grip.
"Your car is over there," the man said pointing to a black vehicle parked on the curb.
"And here are your keys!" he said, handing Draco a pair of keys. "Good day now!" the chirpy man said, running off.
"That was...weird," Hermione said, as they walked to their new car.
Upon closer inspection, they realized it was an Escalade, the newest version of it in fact.
"Nice car," Draco said, impressed.
"It is, but maybe we should get going," Hermione said slightly nervously, opening the car door with the key.
Damon immediately jumped into the Escalade the moment Hermione opened the door, while Draco and Hermione got into the front. Draco started the car up, and with that, they were off.
The second chapter is finally out, Yayy!
Sorry I didn't get it out sooner, I was had a geography project due, and I decided to spend my evening and afternoon yester day watching movies. I had my school talent show today too, and my idiotic BFF is trying to use some reverse psychology crap to convince I like a guy that she started a rumour about me liking! Bloody idiot of a best friend I have.
Anyways, REVIEW!
~Shaki