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Title: err... I'm not quite sure what title I should give this story, but if you have any suggestion, go ahead.
Author: delovely_masha
Pairings: Hermione/(well, if I told you it would take some of the surprise away fromt he story)
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warnings: Somewhat AU... pretending the 6th book hasn't happened.
Disclaimer: JK's, not mine... also, I got the idea for the story from another fan fic story by [info]to_make_art
Summary: So Hermione decides she's annoyed with her hair... doesn't it suck with that happens? But what will Hermione, who has never changed her style, going to do?
Author’s Notes: Commenting is nice!
I always hated my hair, it was always so much to take care of, and it never looked good. My parents always told me that my hair was beautiful, and I should flaunt it. Well, when I got to Hogwarts, and flaunting my hair only got me years of mocking from stupid Slytherins. Harry and Ron used to joke around about it first and second year, when we were still children, but now it’s different. They never say anything; no one ever says anything (except for the occasional Slytherin)… and that means no one likes it. Ginny gets compliments on her hair all the time, so does Cho, and Hannah… and even Pansy. It’s just not fair! Why can’t I have pretty hair? The thought frustrated me so much that one day I finally…
“Oh my God!” Ginny screamed as I came down to the Common Room, “What have you done?!”
Of course, when the prettiest girl in the school makes such a commotion, everyone turns around and looks up. Gasps, yelps, and even some light screams were passed around the room, and everyone was staring. The day of the first Hogsmeade trip this Spring, and I…
“You cut your hair,” Harry said with shock.
“Yes,” I said. It wasn’t a nervous or an embarrassed ‘yes’, it was proud. I cut my hair, and I loved it! It was no longer bushy, but curly, split on the side, and it came down to the middle of my neck. Then again… just because I liked the way it looked didn’t mean everyone else would. But when I took the time to look around the room, I noticed all of the guys were wearing these somewhat satisfied and dreamy smiles, and it made me realize, I looked good.
“Hermione, you look fantastic!” Ron blurted out, and then turned bright red. I smiled at him. Ginny was the only one that looked at me with disapproval.
“What?” I asked her, “you think it looks that bad?”
“Well… I think it would look much better if you had a makeover,” she smiled and grabbed my hand, taking me up to the common room.
* * * * *
So, here I was, my hair short, and my smile stretched from ear to ear. I was finally happy. Ginny had put on some mascara on me, some lip gloss, and some nice clothes, and pushed me out the door. Right before she kicked me out, she whispered, “Go get them tiger,” and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. I smiled at her and thanked her, walking out of the Gryffindor common room with my head held high. I was wearing a green tank top, a black jacket, and some low-cut jeans, which I bought at home. Harry and Ron were waiting outside for me, ready to join me for Hogsmeade. It was spring, the sun was out, and it was time for me to enjoy myself. As I was walking out of the castle, I walked by a group of Slytherins, and I put my head down, hoping to avoid some cruel jokes about my new style.
I was unlucky.
“Hey you!” I heard Malfoy say to me. I looked up and saw half of the Slytherin house behind him.
“Hello Malfoy,” I said coldly.
“You can call me Draco,” he said. His voice sounded different, more soothing and… could it be… flirtatious? I started giggling, and he must’ve thought I was flirting back.
“So, uh, my friends and I are going to Hogsmeade, and it would be great if you joined,” I laughed at his offer, he frowned.
“Listen, Draco, although I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you and your… friends, I already promised Harry and Ron I’d join them. Maybe another time, but I don’t know, considering that for the last six years you’ve been calling me a filthy mudblood, don’t judge me, but I might take that a bit to heart,” and with that final statement, I walked away, swinging my hips back and forth, clicking away with my heels, and having all of them stare after me.
“What took you so long?” Ron asked as I finally joined him and Harry.
“I got caught up with some Slytherins,” I explained.
“Did they give you trouble?” Harry asked, glaring out into the distance. If I ever had to nominate myself an older brother, I would choose Harry. He always defends me… and is very picky with the boys I date.
“Not really.”
“Good, because you know if they did then I would…” he didn’t finish, but he didn’t really need to. However, he stopped in mid-step, and he was staring out into the distance. I looked in the direction he was looking at, and I saw her.
There, locking lips with Pansy Parkinson, was my love, the one I have been wanting for so long… Ginny. I could feel myself choking, and I was pushing back the tears. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t look, all I could do was feel… feel extreme pain. Harry and Ron were both growing red in the face… Harry from embarrassment and Ron from anger. There were so many things going through my head, the way she looked at me, the hugs she gave me, the kisses she gave me, the way she made me feel, how she was with me, all the memories running past me as tears started streaming down my face. My entire life I was strong, and now… now… I was weak.
Suddenly, she let go of Pansy, and the red-head looked up at me… our eyes locked. Her eyes were apologetic, and without saying a word, I knew exactly what she was saying. “You were always my friend” I could hear her voice in my head “I never wanted you like that” or “Please understand”. I mean, when Ginny told me she was lesbian, I was so happy, finally, someone like me… someone I wanted, and I could actually have. The truth hurt me like a knife in the heart, and I couldn’t even be mad at her. It’s not like she cheated on me, or she promised me anything… I just… I lost something I never had. Before I knew what was going on, my feet were pulling me somewhere far away, and not being able to see where I was going, I ran into someone.
“Sorry,” I quickly said through a couple of sobs, and I tried to run further, but whoever I ran into grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me into their arms. I hugged them back, not caring who it was, and I was crying into their shoulder. When I finally stopped sobbing, they let go of me; I wiped my eyes and looked up.
“Luna?” I asked stupidly.
“What’s wrong Hermione?” she asked, her eyes gentle, and her hair flowing softly in the wind. I thought back to this morning, to my haircut… Ginny liked it… everyone liked it, including me. Now that I think about it, I would love to have Luna’s hair, long, down to my waist, so beautiful.
“Hermione,” she said again. I looked into her eyes and burst back into tears. Without another word, she took me into her embrace, and through sobs I told her about Ginny. After I finished, I was ready for a Luna like comment, but instead I got a sympathetic smile.
“I know how you feel,” she said, “I mean, when Ginny told me she was lesbian, I was so happy, finally, someone like me… someone I wanted, and I could actually have,” I looked up at her quizzically, that’s exactly what I thought. She continued, “but then I found out about Pansy…”
“How long?” I asked her.
“What?”
“How long has she been with Pansy.”
“… A couple of months.”
I couldn’t breathe. Months and she didn’t tell me. But when I thought about it, did I really love her? Maybe it was just the fact that there was someone out there like me. Maybe I- my thought process was interrupted by a soft pair of lips against mine. My eyes grew wide and then quickly shut. The kiss was soft, warm, and Luna’s touch felt so inviting… so right. As she lets go of me I look into her eyes, and then I suddenly notice a group of people nearby. There, standing, were Harry, Ron, Ginny and Pansy, and all of them were smiling. I looked at Ginny, and her eyes were twinkling. I smiled at her. Maybe things did work out after all.
Author: delovely_masha
Pairings: Hermione/(well, if I told you it would take some of the surprise away fromt he story)
Rating: PG
Word count: 100
Warnings: Somewhat AU... pretending the 6th book hasn't happened.
Disclaimer: JK's, not mine... also, I got the idea for the story from another fan fic story by [info]to_make_art
Summary: So Hermione decides she's annoyed with her hair... doesn't it suck with that happens? But what will Hermione, who has never changed her style, going to do?
Author’s Notes: Commenting is nice!
I always hated my hair, it was always so much to take care of, and it never looked good. My parents always told me that my hair was beautiful, and I should flaunt it. Well, when I got to Hogwarts, and flaunting my hair only got me years of mocking from stupid Slytherins. Harry and Ron used to joke around about it first and second year, when we were still children, but now it’s different. They never say anything; no one ever says anything (except for the occasional Slytherin)… and that means no one likes it. Ginny gets compliments on her hair all the time, so does Cho, and Hannah… and even Pansy. It’s just not fair! Why can’t I have pretty hair? The thought frustrated me so much that one day I finally…
“Oh my God!” Ginny screamed as I came down to the Common Room, “What have you done?!”
Of course, when the prettiest girl in the school makes such a commotion, everyone turns around and looks up. Gasps, yelps, and even some light screams were passed around the room, and everyone was staring. The day of the first Hogsmeade trip this Spring, and I…
“You cut your hair,” Harry said with shock.
“Yes,” I said. It wasn’t a nervous or an embarrassed ‘yes’, it was proud. I cut my hair, and I loved it! It was no longer bushy, but curly, split on the side, and it came down to the middle of my neck. Then again… just because I liked the way it looked didn’t mean everyone else would. But when I took the time to look around the room, I noticed all of the guys were wearing these somewhat satisfied and dreamy smiles, and it made me realize, I looked good.
“Hermione, you look fantastic!” Ron blurted out, and then turned bright red. I smiled at him. Ginny was the only one that looked at me with disapproval.
“What?” I asked her, “you think it looks that bad?”
“Well… I think it would look much better if you had a makeover,” she smiled and grabbed my hand, taking me up to the common room.
* * * * *
So, here I was, my hair short, and my smile stretched from ear to ear. I was finally happy. Ginny had put on some mascara on me, some lip gloss, and some nice clothes, and pushed me out the door. Right before she kicked me out, she whispered, “Go get them tiger,” and gave me a small kiss on the cheek. I smiled at her and thanked her, walking out of the Gryffindor common room with my head held high. I was wearing a green tank top, a black jacket, and some low-cut jeans, which I bought at home. Harry and Ron were waiting outside for me, ready to join me for Hogsmeade. It was spring, the sun was out, and it was time for me to enjoy myself. As I was walking out of the castle, I walked by a group of Slytherins, and I put my head down, hoping to avoid some cruel jokes about my new style.
I was unlucky.
“Hey you!” I heard Malfoy say to me. I looked up and saw half of the Slytherin house behind him.
“Hello Malfoy,” I said coldly.
“You can call me Draco,” he said. His voice sounded different, more soothing and… could it be… flirtatious? I started giggling, and he must’ve thought I was flirting back.
“So, uh, my friends and I are going to Hogsmeade, and it would be great if you joined,” I laughed at his offer, he frowned.
“Listen, Draco, although I would love to go to Hogsmeade with you and your… friends, I already promised Harry and Ron I’d join them. Maybe another time, but I don’t know, considering that for the last six years you’ve been calling me a filthy mudblood, don’t judge me, but I might take that a bit to heart,” and with that final statement, I walked away, swinging my hips back and forth, clicking away with my heels, and having all of them stare after me.
“What took you so long?” Ron asked as I finally joined him and Harry.
“I got caught up with some Slytherins,” I explained.
“Did they give you trouble?” Harry asked, glaring out into the distance. If I ever had to nominate myself an older brother, I would choose Harry. He always defends me… and is very picky with the boys I date.
“Not really.”
“Good, because you know if they did then I would…” he didn’t finish, but he didn’t really need to. However, he stopped in mid-step, and he was staring out into the distance. I looked in the direction he was looking at, and I saw her.
There, locking lips with Pansy Parkinson, was my love, the one I have been wanting for so long… Ginny. I could feel myself choking, and I was pushing back the tears. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t look, all I could do was feel… feel extreme pain. Harry and Ron were both growing red in the face… Harry from embarrassment and Ron from anger. There were so many things going through my head, the way she looked at me, the hugs she gave me, the kisses she gave me, the way she made me feel, how she was with me, all the memories running past me as tears started streaming down my face. My entire life I was strong, and now… now… I was weak.
Suddenly, she let go of Pansy, and the red-head looked up at me… our eyes locked. Her eyes were apologetic, and without saying a word, I knew exactly what she was saying. “You were always my friend” I could hear her voice in my head “I never wanted you like that” or “Please understand”. I mean, when Ginny told me she was lesbian, I was so happy, finally, someone like me… someone I wanted, and I could actually have. The truth hurt me like a knife in the heart, and I couldn’t even be mad at her. It’s not like she cheated on me, or she promised me anything… I just… I lost something I never had. Before I knew what was going on, my feet were pulling me somewhere far away, and not being able to see where I was going, I ran into someone.
“Sorry,” I quickly said through a couple of sobs, and I tried to run further, but whoever I ran into grabbed the back of my jacket and pulled me into their arms. I hugged them back, not caring who it was, and I was crying into their shoulder. When I finally stopped sobbing, they let go of me; I wiped my eyes and looked up.
“Luna?” I asked stupidly.
“What’s wrong Hermione?” she asked, her eyes gentle, and her hair flowing softly in the wind. I thought back to this morning, to my haircut… Ginny liked it… everyone liked it, including me. Now that I think about it, I would love to have Luna’s hair, long, down to my waist, so beautiful.
“Hermione,” she said again. I looked into her eyes and burst back into tears. Without another word, she took me into her embrace, and through sobs I told her about Ginny. After I finished, I was ready for a Luna like comment, but instead I got a sympathetic smile.
“I know how you feel,” she said, “I mean, when Ginny told me she was lesbian, I was so happy, finally, someone like me… someone I wanted, and I could actually have,” I looked up at her quizzically, that’s exactly what I thought. She continued, “but then I found out about Pansy…”
“How long?” I asked her.
“What?”
“How long has she been with Pansy.”
“… A couple of months.”
I couldn’t breathe. Months and she didn’t tell me. But when I thought about it, did I really love her? Maybe it was just the fact that there was someone out there like me. Maybe I- my thought process was interrupted by a soft pair of lips against mine. My eyes grew wide and then quickly shut. The kiss was soft, warm, and Luna’s touch felt so inviting… so right. As she lets go of me I look into her eyes, and then I suddenly notice a group of people nearby. There, standing, were Harry, Ron, Ginny and Pansy, and all of them were smiling. I looked at Ginny, and her eyes were twinkling. I smiled at her. Maybe things did work out after all.