RP: Do Not Laugh
Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, W.H. Goshawk [NPC]
Location: Goshawk Residence outside Oxford
Date: 03 March 2000
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione is having a very bad hair day but Draco offers a temporary solution.
Completion: Complete
The problem had started last night.
She'd been in Hogsmeade for herself and to drop something off for Madam Goshawk when she'd been passed by an overdone blond who scowled and asked Hermione who she thought she was before flouncing off with a flip of hair. On the way to Honeydukes, Hermione had been waylaid by a pair of obnoxious bints who told her they hoped Harry Potter had her investigated for illegal use of love potions for dumping him yet again. The 'again' portion of that lead her to believe Witch Weekly was once again writing about her and Malfoy, only this time dug up that old bit Rita Skeeter wrote during the Tri-Wizard to add to it. Hermione supposed she should consider herself lucky Mrs. Weasley hadn't read it before Ron's party yesterday. It was hard to keep considering herself lucky when she entered Honeydukes and noticed the clerk hastily moving a tray from the case to underneath the counter, then telling her they were out of pecan fudge. It was only when Hermione greeted one of the owners, Mr. Flume, when he came out of the cellar and asked when he expected more pecan fudge that the clerk 'remembered' she had some more to put out after all. On the way to the Three Broomsticks to Floo home, Hermione could have sworn she felt a spell hit her but when she turned about no one was there. Thinking she was simply being paranoid, but unwilling to risk it, Hermione Disapparated from where she was instead of walking to the official Apparition spot at the train station or Flooing from the inn. When she entered the house, Kreacher looked at her oddly but shook his head and didn't say anything. It wasn't until she went up to put her things away and change that she saw what had given the old elf pause. Her hair was sticking out in all directions and looked for all the world as if she'd been struck by lightning.
The problem didn't end last night.
Apparently washing her hair both last night and this morning was insufficient to fix the problem. Hermione had so far tried a french braid, pig tails, a head scarf and a hat, but had been completely unable to subdue or even to mildly restrain her hair. W.H. was absolutely no help at all, preferring to chuckle every time he looked up and saw his apprentice struggling. Madam's suggestion that Hermione allow her house elf to try to set her hair to rights had initially been declined. As the day wore on, Hermione's hair seemed to get worse and worse, and by two o'clock when Hermione was told her student had arrived, she was wondering if she shouldn't have accepted Madam's offer. Malfoy was going to be impossible over this, she just knew it.
There was no getting around it so she'd simply have to suck it up. Perhaps if she was really lucky, Malfoy would think she was wearing this stupid head scarf on purpose, even if it was poofing out and refusing to stay tied properly. "Fat chance of that," Hermione mumbled to herself as she entered the conference room they used for his lessons. Malfoy was already supplied with a pot of coffee and was doctoring his cup when she closed the door.
"Do. Not. Laugh," she narrowed her eyes when he looked up and she caught the look on his face.
Location: Goshawk Residence outside Oxford
Date: 03 March 2000
Status: Private
Summary: Hermione is having a very bad hair day but Draco offers a temporary solution.
Completion: Complete
The problem had started last night.
She'd been in Hogsmeade for herself and to drop something off for Madam Goshawk when she'd been passed by an overdone blond who scowled and asked Hermione who she thought she was before flouncing off with a flip of hair. On the way to Honeydukes, Hermione had been waylaid by a pair of obnoxious bints who told her they hoped Harry Potter had her investigated for illegal use of love potions for dumping him yet again. The 'again' portion of that lead her to believe Witch Weekly was once again writing about her and Malfoy, only this time dug up that old bit Rita Skeeter wrote during the Tri-Wizard to add to it. Hermione supposed she should consider herself lucky Mrs. Weasley hadn't read it before Ron's party yesterday. It was hard to keep considering herself lucky when she entered Honeydukes and noticed the clerk hastily moving a tray from the case to underneath the counter, then telling her they were out of pecan fudge. It was only when Hermione greeted one of the owners, Mr. Flume, when he came out of the cellar and asked when he expected more pecan fudge that the clerk 'remembered' she had some more to put out after all. On the way to the Three Broomsticks to Floo home, Hermione could have sworn she felt a spell hit her but when she turned about no one was there. Thinking she was simply being paranoid, but unwilling to risk it, Hermione Disapparated from where she was instead of walking to the official Apparition spot at the train station or Flooing from the inn. When she entered the house, Kreacher looked at her oddly but shook his head and didn't say anything. It wasn't until she went up to put her things away and change that she saw what had given the old elf pause. Her hair was sticking out in all directions and looked for all the world as if she'd been struck by lightning.
The problem didn't end last night.
Apparently washing her hair both last night and this morning was insufficient to fix the problem. Hermione had so far tried a french braid, pig tails, a head scarf and a hat, but had been completely unable to subdue or even to mildly restrain her hair. W.H. was absolutely no help at all, preferring to chuckle every time he looked up and saw his apprentice struggling. Madam's suggestion that Hermione allow her house elf to try to set her hair to rights had initially been declined. As the day wore on, Hermione's hair seemed to get worse and worse, and by two o'clock when Hermione was told her student had arrived, she was wondering if she shouldn't have accepted Madam's offer. Malfoy was going to be impossible over this, she just knew it.
There was no getting around it so she'd simply have to suck it up. Perhaps if she was really lucky, Malfoy would think she was wearing this stupid head scarf on purpose, even if it was poofing out and refusing to stay tied properly. "Fat chance of that," Hermione mumbled to herself as she entered the conference room they used for his lessons. Malfoy was already supplied with a pot of coffee and was doctoring his cup when she closed the door.
"Do. Not. Laugh," she narrowed her eyes when he looked up and she caught the look on his face.