Three is Enough

Disclaimer: I still don't own the world of Harry Potter. *sigh* I don't think I ever will. I make no money from this story.

A/N: Thanks for everyone's lovely response to this story. You all sure know how to make a writer feel good.

Those sneaky, Slytherin snakes!

How in Merlin's beard had they even managed to breach the wards on her dorm? Hermione was fuming internally as she struggled to button the buttons on her suddenly far-to-small blouse.

At first, she thought that her shirt had merely been shrunk in the laundry. It wouldn't be the first time her clothing had been laundered incorrectly. She selected another shirt and found it to be just as small as the previous one. She pulled on her skirt only to find that it was a good six inches shorter. It put most of her thighs on display and just barely covered her bum.

She shucked her clothes and attempted to return them to their normal size.

"Finite Incantantum."

Nothing happened. Okay.

"Engorgio."

Nothing again. What was she going to do? She had to go to classes. She dressed again and tried in vain to cover more of her exposed flesh, getting angrier by the minute.

Who did those egotistical, pureblooded prats think they were? How dare they sabotage her clothing?

She frowned as she stared into the mirror. She looked like every teenage boys wet dream. She looked like a naughty schoolgirl. She let her eyes trail over her figure. Her breasts looked like they were going to pop right out of her shirt. She wouldn't be able to bend over unless she wanted to flash everyone. She huffed in annoyance before she gave the mirror a second look.

Those boys wanted to play, didn't they? She would get them back. A small smirk wound its way onto her face. It was time to turn the tables and show those boys that they'd bitten off a little more than they could chew.

She flounced out of her room, hoping to catch the culprits in the Head's common room. She was disappointed to find the room empty. Her mood lifted immediately when she considered the fact that there would be witnesses to her retaliation as the Great Hall would be filled with students for breakfast.

Humming softly to herself, she exited their shared quarters and made her way to the Great Hall. She was nervous at first, feeling out-of-sorts in her revealing uniform. She wasn't entirely comfortable with putting all of her assets on display. She gained confidence after she passed Seamus Finnegan and Neville Longbottom, both boys stopping in their tracks with their mouths gaping open in shock.

"Morning boys!" she chirped, not missing the way their eyes followed her progress down the corridor.

She paused before the heavy, oak door and took a deep breath. It was show time.

She pushed the door open and strode in confidently. Everything stopped. Conversations halted in mid-sentence, breakfast sat forgotten as everyone ogled the petite Head Girl. Even Snape was not immune as he stared at her in shock.

Hermione carried on as usual and made her way to the Gryffindor table as if it were any other day. She let her eyes sweep the room to land on the people responsible for her wardrobe malfunction. She had their undivided attention.

Excellent.

She sat herself facing the Slytherin table between Ron, who was blushing furiously, and Harry, who was tugging at his tie as if it were somehow strangling him.

"Morning guys," she said as she gave each boy a peck on the cheek. She watched gleefully as Malfoy flushed, a pink tinge appearing across his cheekbones. Zabini merely glared and clenched his fist tightly as he watched Ron and Harry fawn over her.

Hermione smiled to herself as she basked in the attention being lavished on her. She would have them before the end of breakfast. Revenge will be sweet.

End Note: There's been a little confusion regarding the last scene. So to clear things up, Draco and Hermione are Head Boy and Girl and share a bathroom and common room. Blaise is just along for the ride. Tell me what you thought of this chapter. I don't write humor very often so I hope I did alright.