A Makeover Story

Draco-

Meet me in the charms classroom tomorrow night at 11, it´s very important.

Hermione read the note that she had written.

"That should do it," she said to herself. She signed it and brought it to the owlery so that Draco would know by then.

She decided to skip dinner; she needed time to think. She had definitely not seen this coming. And since the second year! So she hadn´t even needed the makeover at all really.

"But you´re glad you did," a voice said, somewhere in the back of her head.

Hermione shook it off. She was convinced that she was a schizophrenic.

Isn´t this what she had wanted? She was finally Ron´s girlfriend, his and only his. But she wasn´t happy. She wanted something else, but she wasn´t sure what it was yet.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Harry and Ron.

"Hermione! You weren´t at dinner! Are you okay? Are you sick?" A worried Ron rushed over to her side.

"No I´m fine, just not hungry." She hated lying to him. "Actually I´m quite tired. I think I´m going to go to bed."

"Are you sure? All right then..." he said, clearly disappointed.

"Good night then," she said, faking a yawn.

"Goodnight..."

The next day was a Saturday, which meant only one thing: Quidditch! This week´s match was particularly exciting, Slytherin versus Gryffindor. Hermione loved watching, no matter how scary it seemed.

Much to Ron´s disappointment, he was not selected as the new house keeper. Katie Bell (the new captain) had found a 4^th year girl who was very good at defending the three hoops.

Hermione quickly grabbed her cloak and ran to the Quidditch field; she was lucky; the match was just about to start.

She took her usual seat next to Ron as Madame Hooch blew her whistle and the match began.

"Hello Hermione!" Ron said brightly.

"Hi," she smiled. Then she turned her attention to the game. "Wow, look at Harry go! I´m always amazed when I watch him play. He makes it look so easy."

"Sure does..." Ron murmured. He was much too caught up in what was going on to pay attention.

Hermione then turned her focus to the Slytherin team. Flint was still there; he had yet to pass his final exams. And there were the usual burly players; Hermione couldn´t recognize them by name. And Draco was still the seeker; he looked rather sleek on his Nimbus 2001. Quite sexy actually.

What had she just thought?! A look of disgust swept Hermione´s face; how could she think of Draco like that?

"Hermione! Are you all right?"

Hermione shook herself back to reality. "Oh, yes, yes of course. I´m fine."

"All right..." Ron didn´t look satisfied, but continued watching the game.

The score was tied now, 70-70. Who ever caught the snitch now would win.

Then, coincidentally, the two seekers went into a dive and a rush swept over the crowd, who would get to the snitch first?

Harry and Draco flew so close to the ground that they were not visible from the stands; and then Harry pulled up with a smile on his face and the snitch in his hands.

A huge cheer rang from the Gryffindor side (and not without the help of the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws). They had beaten Slytherin yet again.

Hermione just wondered why she didn´t feel so happy.

After the match, the minutes crept by until eleven. Hermione had gotten through three games of wizard chess with Ron (and she had lost spectacularly all three times), exploding snap with Ginny, and two mugs of hot chocolate, but it was still only nine thirty.

She then remembered the muggle book her mother had sent her; something called What to Do When You´re Caught Between Two Lovers. As stupid as it sounded, it was her only option for the moment.

Chapter One

When caught between to men, you must be gentle. Men have fragile hearts.

Hermione snorted. Fragile her behind.

You must be tender and loving to them, especially the one you do not end up choosing. This way, he will still have feelings for you, and even though you are not with him, you will still know that you are wanted by more than one man; this is your goal.

Now she just started to laugh; this was insane!

Hermione amused herself with the book for the next hour or so, and when the clock struck 10:45, she hurried upstairs to put it away.

But before she could head to the charms classroom, Ron stopped her.

"Um, Hermione, now that we´re, well, together," Ron said.

Hermione blushed at this.

"Well, er, I was wondering if you´d want to, you know, go to Hogsmeade with me next weekend."

"Um, yeah, I´d love to..."

"Great! Well, see you then..." He slowly leaned in to kiss her, but Hermione turned her head so he hit her cheek.

"Goodnight."

After Ron had gone up to bed, Hermione quietly crept out of the common room. It was 10:55; she knew she would be late. However she made it to the charms classroom just in time.

"Wow, is Granger actually almost late?"

Her stomach did a flop. Draco was already there.

"So I hear our little plan worked. You´re the new girl on Weasel´s arm."

Hermione cringed. She didn´t know why she didn´t like hearing that.

"Yeah...that´s me..." She said in a far off voice.

"Well I have to admit, Liz did a good job. It´s no wonder Weasley made a move on you."

What?! Was that Malfoy being...Nice?!

She felt a flush creep up her cheeks. She wished her stomach would stop turning.

"About Ron...I don´t really know what to do...you know, how to be a girlfriend."

"What, and you think I´m going to help you?"

"Well yeah! I mean, I am doing your potions homework."

Draco looked skeptical. "Fine, I´ll help you. What do you want to know?"

"Anything and Everything."

Draco spent the next hour teaching Hermione everything he knew. Before he knew it, they were kneeling on the ground, doubled over with laughter.

"Honestly Draco," Hermione said through gasps of air. "Those were the exact words: Men have fragile hearts." She was quoting the book.

After they had calmed down, Draco asked Hermione a question.

"Well, that´s everything I guess. Anything else you want to know?"

"Yes, two things actually. First, what do I do if, well, I want to end things?"

"Well-er-perhaps break it gently?"

She smiled to herself, she would just have to deal with it on her own.

"And second..." This was going to be awkward. "What do I do if he...kisses me?"

Draco looked uncomfortable. "Well I´m not here to give you kissing lessons."

"Oh and I don´t want them. Especially not from you."

Yes she did.

"SHUT UP BRAIN!" she told herself.

"What Granger, do you think I´m a bad kisser or something?"

"Oh no, that´s not what I meant. I was just thinking that-"

But suddenly, almost as if this was what was supposed to happen, his lips were on hers and she was caught up in a world of romance that she could never leave.