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The Proposal of Love and Chaos
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 Chapter 4: Getting ready for the day .:::. Hermione stared at herself in the full-length mirror in the girls' dorm. She kept opening and closing her mouth like a fish. I guess you could say that her appearance pretty much scared her. She looked, in Parvati and Lavender's words: Hot! But Hermione just thought of herself as...well, like a slut. She was wearing a red halter-top, which went a little too low, and in Hermione's opinion, showed way too much cleavage for her liking. It was also really tight, which made it show every curve of her body, and it also showed part of her flat, but bare mid-riff. She wore a jean miniskirt that was way too short, that Hermione kept pulling it down self-consciously. Lavender and Parvati just clapped at the sight, and Lavender exclaimed, "We knew you had a body there somewhere!" This just made Hermione even more sick than she felt. She was not, and I repeat: WAS NOT, going to wear this. "You guys," started Hermione, who was now starting to feel a little lightheaded, "what in Merlin's name have you done to me?" "Oh, Hermione, have you seen yourself?" questioned Parvati, who was now looking over her so-called 'masterpiece'. "You look amazing!" Hermione had finally lost it, "AMAZING! AMAZING!" she bellowed so loudly, that she made Crookshanks awaken, the beds start rattling, and she probably even woke up the entire castle. "Um..." the two beauty queens had nothing to say again for once that morning. "I look like a scarlet woman!" cried a shaken Hermione, who was now again looking herself in the mirror with horror. "Yeah, but you look like a hot scarlet woman," replied a shaken Lavender. Hermione stared at her with the most menacing look that would probably scare away Voldemort himself, if he saw her at that moment. Parvati and Lavender backed up a few steps in fear, "We'll...c-change i-it H-Her-Hermione," whispered Parvati so softly that you almost couldn't hear her. "Good," said Hermione clearly proud of herself, "because I will NOT go around looking like a hooker." .:::. "Harry, I don't know what to do," said the cute redhead in the boys' dormitory that morning. "Well, you shouldn't ask me, Ron," replied an obviously exasperated Harry, "because you know what I'm going to tell you." All Ronald Weasley had been talking about that morning was Hermione, and Harry was getting sick of it, because he just thinks that he should ask her out already. Then Harry came up with a brilliant idea. I would've been like a light bulb just came on right on top of his head. His lips came upward slowly then informed, "Ron, the first Hogsmeade trip is this weekend." Ron looked at Harry like he was nuts. "So?" asked Ron. "Harry, we're not talking about Hogsmeade for Merlin's sake, this is about Hermione." Ron shook his head in disbelief. 'How could someone be so daft,' thought Harry then said like it was the most obvious thing in the world (which it was), "Ron, you should ask Hermione to go to you with Hogsmeade this weekend," he said slowly, trying to get Ron to understand. "But she always goes with me to Hogsmeade," said Ron who was clearly clueless. "Its always you, me, and Hermione." "No, you git!" Harry exclaimed. "You should ask her to go to Hogsmeade with you as more than friends." Harry then sighed with a dramatic effect. "Ask her to go to Hogsmeade with me as more than friends," Ron muttered. "Ask her to go to Hogsmeade with me as more than friends," he muttered again. "Harry that's perfect!" Ron said throwing his fist in the air. "Harry, you're brilliant!" he exclaimed with the goofiest smile on his face. "I know," replied a grinning Harry, who was obviously very proud of himself. |
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