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Hermione woke up the next morning with a big smile on her face. She was gonna try to let herself live her life as she wished to live it. But a small art of her brain doubted that she would be able to do that.
She sat up in her bed and looked at the alarm clock. It was only six in the morning.

Great, she thought and got dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white tube top. She looked into the big mirror that hang on one of the stonewalls. She eyes herself closely.

“I have to do something about this,” she mumbled and looked at her hair; her morning hair was very messy, messier then it used to be.
She took her wand and pointed at her hair and mumbled:


To her big surprise her hair became much straighter, not very, but much better. Her hair was filled with long soft curls.
But she wasn’t pleased with it quite yet…
She fixed some highlights in it too, making her hair looking better and better.

“Lovely,” she said and smiled at herself.

“I agree,” her reflection answered.

“Okay, what’s next?” Hermione asked herself and the reflection put her head on the side and eyes Hermione.

“Make up!” they said in choir.

“What do you think about that? Eyeliner?” Hermione asked her reflection who shook her head.

“Darling, you dun wanna look like Parkinson, do ya?” the reflection answered.

Hermione giggled and the reflection smiled as it said:

“Defiantly mascara and some eyeshadow….maybe green…or, no…let me think.”

Hermione smiled at her thinking reflection. It looked very concentrated. It looked up at her and nodded to itself.

“Pink, pink, and pink again!” it said. “It’ll suite your eye-colour perfect!”

Hermione smiled.

“I think you’re right, pink it is!” she said and the two Hermione’s started to talk about how she was going to have the make up.

I wonder what Malfoy’ll think about this, Hermione thought and put some apricot-pink rouge on.

“Hello Malfoy,” Hermione said as she came walking sown the stairs thirty minutes later. Draco looked up and his jaw dropped.

“Holy shit, Granger, what’ve happened to you?” he asked and put himself together again.

“I’m glad ya like it,” Hermione smiled and sat down in the couch beside him.

Draco looked down on the floor, and then he saw something that wasn’t like Hermione at all to wear…

“Granger is that…?” he asked.

“Yep, it is its high heels. I wanna be a little taller, that’s all, no big deal,” Hermione smiled.

“You’re…you’re looking good that’s all I wanted to say,” Draco said and looked around.

“Thank you, Malfoy,” Hermione smiled.

Draco smiled back.

“So what are ya gonna do today then? No lessons, great I thin,” Draco said and felt incredibly stupid.

“I dun know really, hang here I suppose, I dun feel like meeting Harry or Ron,” Hermione said.

“Sounds like fun,” said Draco sand looked at her.

“I know,” Hermione smiled and Draco bit his lip.

He had been thinking about this question since last night and now when he had all the opportunity in the world to ask her he was too scared. She had changed, if possible, over one night. She wore make up. And perfume too because she smelled really nice.

You’re such a wimp Malfoy, Draco thought and cleared his throat.

“So, well…I just…” he started and cleared his throat again. “I just wondered if you waned to do something.”

Hermione looked at him and smiled.

“Sure, why not?” she said and he smiled back.

“What do you wanna do?” Draco asked and looked at her.

“I don’t know, name something, anything but play Quidditch,” she smiled.

Draco smiled. He understood that too actually, he already knew that she didn’t like Quidditch; maybe to look at it but not to play it.
Draco thought for a while and then he got the greatest idea…

“Do you wanna go to Hogsmead?” he asked and Hermione looked confused at him.

“How are you gonna get there without being noticed?” she asked. He can’t know about any of the secret passages can he?

“I know a way. I don’t think that many people know about it…you see when I found it it was all clogged up with stones so I let Crabbe and Goyle fix that so that it would be possible to use it. I don’t think that Filch know that the passage’s used again,” Draco smiled and Hermione smiled back.

“Sure, why not? I miss the trips there,” she said. “We hadn’t gone there yet…”

Draco reached his hand out to Hermione who took it and jumped over a big stone.

“Good, soon there,” Draco smiled, he had to go with his head bent deep; he was too tall and the passage was to low in the ceiling.

“Great, I don’t like this at all,” Hermione said.

“Oh, don’t be a baby, Granger, this is fun!” Draco smiled and helped Hermione over another big rock.

Hermione glared at Draco who smiled at her.

“Ah, here we are, Hogsmeade, the most beautiful place on earth!” Draco sighed and they got out from the tunnel.
Hermione looked smiling around her. She never thought that she would be going to Hogsmeade like this; on a Saturday with her worst enemy Draco Malfoy…maybe he wasn’t her enemy anymore, maybe he was her friend? Hermione wasn’t sure.

“C’mon now Granger, you’re wasting a lot of time while you’re standing there admiring me,” Draco smirked.

“I wasn’t admiring you, ferret boy, I was looking at the village!” Hermione sneered and past the smiling Slytherin.

“You like me! I know it,” Draco said and hurried up so that he walked by her side.

“Why would I like a…” Hermione started and Draco finished it.

“A handsome, smart and funny Slytherin? I have absolutely no idea.”

Hermione glared at him and shook her head. He knew how to get her mad; and he was good at it too. Draco couldn’t do anything but smile at her; she was speechless.

“No, now, why would I do that?” Hermione said and played along with the joke that Draco had started, all to his astonishment. He wasn’t prepared for that and Hermione knew it.

“Of course, who can resist me?” he asked and put an arm around her shoulders.

“I have no idea,” Hermione said dumb and shook her head.

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