The Makeover - COMPLETED

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Chapter 5 ~ In the Hands of Adam Sweetmeats

Adam and Hermione walked through a small foyer and into a waiting room that looked very much like a muggle dentist’s waiting room. Several chairs lined the walls, there were the potted plants, tables with magazines stacked on them, a bathroom, water fountain and counter where the receptionist made appointments and signed patients in.

Several witches were seated in the chairs, reading magazines. They all looked up and stared at Hermione and Adam. At Hermione because she was a sad case and Adam because he was dressed in a lavender robe with pale yellow stars and wore a touch of make-up. A couple of witches screwed up their faces with distaste.

Adam scowled, hissed, crooked his fingers and showed his fangs at them, fully elongated. The witches’ eyes widened, they paled and every one of them went back to their magazines, or pretended to.

“Bitches,” Adam said under his breath as he walked Hermione to the counter.

“Hello Gladys darling,” Adam gushed as the blonde witch leaned over the counter and they pressed their cheeks together on each side in pretend kisses.

“Hello Adam, and who do we have here?” Gladys asked, her brown eyes focusing on Hermione’s bucked teeth for a moment as she smiled at the witch. She had certainly come to the right place. The denti-wizard would get her in the right quickly.

“This is Hermione Granger, my latest masterpiece-to-be, here for her ten-thirty,” Adam replied.

Gladys looked down at the appointment book to confirm this. She found the entry and nodded.

“Very good. Miss Granger, please have a seat…the dentist will see you as soon as possible.

Hermione sat in the closest seat while Gladys and Adam talked animatedly.

“You know Adam, you really have to talk to Victor about his attitude when he comes here to get his teeth cleaned. He went red-eyed on Al and actually snapped at him last time. If he keeps it up, we aren’t going to accept him as a patient here,” Gladys said, her brow furrowed.

Adam sighed exaggeratedly.

“Victor is such a troll sometimes. Imagine him snarling at Al. I bet it’s because he’s jealous of the way I flirt with him, he’s so delish. I will talk Victor, Gladys…don’t worry,” the Queen replied, his blue eyes flicking over the witches hair. “Darling, your roots are showing. You simply have to come down to the parlor and let me return you to full golden glory.”

Gladys patted her hair self-consciously.

“I’ll drop by and make an appointment next week,” she said in a quiet voice.

“Good,” the vampire said, giving her a bright smile. Now let me go join my little beauty queen.”

Adam switched over and sat down next to Hermione, demurely. The witch looked rather scared.

“What’s wrong? Don’t tell me you’re scared of dentists. Al doesn’t bite. I do,” the Queen said with a slightly wicked grin.

The witches around him all blanched again. Adam could hear their heart rates increase as well as the terrified rush of blood through their veins. They were all frightened. Good for them. They were lucky he didn’t transform into a bat and drop guano on them, the wenches.

Adam and Hermione waited over an hour to be seen. The Denti-wizard seemed to run his practice based on the muggle premise of doctors everywhere, and that is his time is more valuable than that of his patients.

Finally, Gladys told the witch and vampire the dentist would see them now, buzzing the door and letting them in. They followed the witch down a hallway with doors on either side. Each door had a number on it.

“Here you go,” Gladys said, opening door number 13, go right in and take the patient seat Miss Granger. Adam, there’s a chair for you as well. Al will be in soon,” she said.

Hermione walked into the office. Unlike the examination rooms of her parents, there was very little in this one. A number of small wands were mounted on a far wall and there was a sink, a few cabinets and cups. That was it. It looked rather spartan, but a denti-witch only really needed the appropriate wand to do his work.

Hermione took a seat in a muggle dentist’s chair and Adam sat down on a small folding chair across from her, slightly frowning as he saw the witch’s worried look. He was about to say something comforting to her when the door opened and Dr. Al Dente walked in.

Al was tall, with brown wavy hair, brown eyes and a set of perfect white teeth. He smiled at Adam.

“Adam, good to see you!” he said, taking the vampire’s limp hand and kissing the back of it, making Adam titter.

“No wonder Victor wants to rip his throat out,” Hermione thought.

Al appreciated Adam because the vampire brought him a lot of business. The amount of minions alone made him oodles of galleons. If he had to do a bit of flirting, he’d do it. The dentist turned to Hermione.

“Whoa!” he thought, but smiled at her, flashing his perfect choppers.

“Well, hello there, Miss…” he began.

“Granger. Hermione Granger. She is getting a makeover,” Adam said, “But first those teeth need filing down.”

Al cocked his head at the witch.

“Lean back Miss Granger and let me take a look,” the denti-wizard said, fiddling with some levers so the chair dropped back suddenly, Hermione gasping in surprise. The wizard took a small silver angled mirror out of the pocket of his white lab coat.

“Say ah,” he said.

Hermione opened her mouth, and Al examined her teeth, sticking the mirror here and there, his brow furrowed. After a minute or two he straightened.

“Your teeth are in wonderful condition. You’ve really got quite a nice set. Obviously you take very good care of them…very good care,” Al said to her smiling, but wondering why she waited so long to fix them.

“Yes, well…my parents are dentists,” Hermione replied in a low voice.

The wizard’s eyebrows rose.

“They are? Pardon me for asking Miss Granger, but if your parents are dentists, why are your teeth in such a state? I would think they would have taken care of this a long time ago. Buck teeth are virtually non-existent in the wizarding world…at least the modern areas,” the dentist said.

“Yes, but you see, my parents are muggle dentists,” Hermione replied.

Al nodded understandingly.

Muggle dentists. That would explain a lot. They probably insisted that the witch use muggle methods to straighten her teeth and put her through years of retainers and other tortuous devices.

“I take it they don’t approve of magical dentistry,” the wizard said, walking over to the wall of mounted small wands and selecting one.

“No, they don’t. They won’t be happy about my doing this,” Hermione said.

Al turned and walked back over to the witch and looked at her speculatively.

“You look a bit old to be letting your parents make your decisions for you,” he commented. “Especially with something like this. It will be a vast improvement and painless. Everyone deserves to look their best,” he said.

Adam nodded his head.

“Tell it, preacher,” the vampire said enthusiastically.

“I am,” Hermione admitted, “But listening to them is easier than arguing with them. They are going to be livid, but I’ve got to start doing what I think is best for me. This is the first step.”

“You go, girl,” Adam gushed as the denti-wizard nearly blinded her with his smile.

“Well, good for you young lady. Now, let’s see about these teeth,” he said, bending over her and pointing the small wand at her teeth.

Half an hour later Hermione and Adam left the dentist’s office, a broad smile on Hermione’s face. And what a lovely smile it was.

“It was so easy,”she said to Adam happily.

He nodded. The witch really did have an attractive smile. Fixing her teeth alone had done wonders.

“I hope you don’t let your parents make you feel guilty,” the vampire said, looping his arm in hers as they walked.

“I’ll handle them,” Hermione said, a little glint in her eye.

Getting her teeth fixed had been a very freeing act of rebellion for the witch. This was her mouth and her life. She had made a decision and was going to defend it. She wasn’t a little girl any longer.

They headed back to the beauty shop. Victor was restocking the shampoos and conditioners they sold when the couple entered. He turned and looked at Hermione.

“Better,” he said shortly, eyeing her appraisingly. “Before you looked as if you could open cans with your teeth.”

“Victor!” Adam scolded, frowning at the blunt vampire. He turned to Hermione.

“I’m so sorry. Victor has NO manners,” he said, pursing his lips.

Hermione smiled.

“That’s all right, Adam. It’s not the first time I’ve heard that said,” the witch replied.

Draco Malfoy used to always tell her she was wanted in the kitchen by the house elves, and that they needed some industrial sized cans opened.

“Still,” Adam said, still looking at his consort with narrowed eyes.

Victor shrugged and returned to stocking the shelves.

“Come with me…we’re going to tackle that strip of brush you call an eyebrow and fix it permanently,” Adam said, walking Hermione over to a bolted down swivel chair in front of a long mirror. There were two more chairs next to it.

“Sit here,” Adam said, opening a drawer and taking out a stoppered vial then drawing his wand. He turned to her.

“Roll up your sleeve,” he said to the witch.

Hermione automatically obeyed and watched as Adam stuck the tip of his wand against a vein, and the vial began to fill with blood. He stopped drawing when it was halfway full. From his place by the shelves, Victor’s eyes turned red for a moment as he saw the crimson liquid filling the glass vial. He no longer drank human blood, but he couldn’t help reacting when he saw the sweet elixir filling the tube. He recovered quickly however, and continued with his work.

Adam had never drunk human blood, so had no reaction to collecting it. He had tasted it however, due to his work as a beautician. He used his vampiric abilities as part of his treatment. Hermione looked at him.

“Why do you need my blood, Adam?” Hermione asked, privately wondering if this were some kind of payment.

“Well my dear, I need it so I can identify why your skin is so blotchy. By tasting your blood I can tell if you are consuming something that doesn’t agree with your body. Skin problems are usually because of some kind of allergy.”

Adam opened the vial and tipped a bit of blood into his mouth, his blue eyes glowing bright red as he did so. The vampire looked quite frightening for a moment as he smacked his lips exaggeratedly. He then took another small sip, tasting the blood again. His eyes returned to blue and he dumped the rest of the blood into the sink, turned on the faucet and let it swirl down the drain.

He looked at her.

“Greasy food. That’s your demon,” the vampire said with certainty. “It’s causing blockages in some of your pores, resulting in the blotches on your skin. Cut back on greasy foods and your complexion will clear up, I guarantee you.”

Hermione did eat a lot of greasy fatty foods. Sausages, fish and chips…pretty much everything fried. Well, baked was good. Adam didn’t say she had to stop eating foods like that…just cut back. Well, she’d stop eating it at all for a while, at least until her skin cleared. She could do that.

“Thank you, Adam,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” the vampire replied, eyeing her unibrow, then opening the drawer again and taking out a pair of gold tweezers. He held them up to her.

“These are perma-tweezes,” he said to the witch. “Any hair I remove with them won’t grow back. I don’t use them with my regular customers because I want them to come back of course. But we must kill this beast,” the Queen said, pushing Hermione back so he could gain access to her eyebrow. “Unfortunately, it’s a bit painful since each follicle is cauterized closed as the hair is plucked out. Can you take a little pain or would you like me to but a body bind on you to hold you in place?”

“I think I can take it,” Hermione said. “Pluck a hair and let’s see.”

“All right,” Adam said, leaning over and plucking out a hair with the tweezers. Hermione felt a tiny sting, as if the tip of a red hot needle had been quickly touched to her skin. It wasn’t too bad and subsided after a few seconds.

“It’s all right,” she said, “I think I can handle it.”

Adam looked at her.

“Okay, but you have to stay still. I don’t want to make any errors here, because they will be permanent,” the vampire Queen said, biting his lower lip as he leaned over Hermione and went to work.

First Adam separated the unibrow into two evenly spaced bushy eyebrows. This took about half an hour as he was being very careful. He nodded as he looked at his handiwork.

“I think I am going to keep your brows a bit thick, but shape and arch them slightly. Thin brows don’t have as much character. Thick brows are so much more expressive and natural looking,” he said to Hermione, who didn’t dare nod.

Adam worked on the witch a bit more, then finally stepped back.

“Perfect,” he breathed, smiling at the witch and spinning her in the chair.

Hermione looked at her perfectly arched, thick brows. They looked just like her mother’s when she had them done. The change was amazing.

“Wow,” Hermione breathed.

She looked…well…pretty, except for the blotchy skin.

Adam stood behind her, but she couldn’t see him in the mirror of course.

“Hermione Granger, you are a very lovely witch,” he said, looking at her small full lips, amber eyes and now perfect eyebrows. “When your skin clears up, you won’t even need make-up if you don’t want to wear it. Personally, I’m not big on make-up. You can become a slave to it. I prefer the natural look…it is easier to keep up as well.”

As Adam looked at the witch, he realized he had made a grievous error in the timetable. She didn’t need three days work. His blue eyes drifted to her lank, damaged hair.

“You tried to straighten your hair, didn’t you?” he asked her.

Hermione’s hand went to the dry, brittle, lifeless locks on her head.

“Yes, I figured anything would be better than what it was,” she said glumly.

Adam studied it.

“First, we have to revive it. You’ve knocked it out completely. We have to strip out the entire perm. Good thing you live in the magical world. If we were muggles, I’d have to hack it off and let it all grow back. But…we don’t have to deal with that honey. Magic has the answer."

Adam walked down to the third beauty station, opened a lower cabinet and bent over, searching for a special shampoo and conditioner. As he searched, he felt Victor’s eyes on him and smirked. His consort was so randy. Well, Adam was a very satisfying sexual partner and a true bottom. He was also affectionate, reciprocal and did things for Victor that Vashti would never do. Things the consort enjoyed immensely.

Victor grinned at his Queen and Adam shook his head, found what he was looking for and returned to Hermione. He’d handle Victor later.

He walked back to the witch, who was staring at herself in the mirror. Just the couple of changes improved her looks so dramatically. Her hair was still a fright, but her face…Hermione just couldn’t get over it. Her lips actually met, and she had real eyebrows. Two of them.

Adam smiled at the witch’s fascination with herself. He knew how she felt, and got a warm feeling in his undead heart. It was the kind of feeling one gets when they know they’ve done something good for another person. That was why he was a beautician. Because he loved to make people feel good about themselves, to bring out the beauty that lay within. Certainly he had clients that were all held together with makeup but he preferred the results like he was seeing with Hermione. He sighed happily.

“All right, stop admiring yourself. You are getting a swollen head already,” he teased, swirling her around in the swivel chair and tilting it back so her neck settled in the scoop in the sink. He turned on the water, pulled out the sprayer and wet her hair expertly.

“First I am going to use this Restoration shampoo on this…this travesty,” the Queen said. “It will restore it to its former glory. Then after conditioning it, I’ll give it just a bit of a trim. Long hair is sexy. Curly long hair is divine,” he said, tilting a bit of shampoo into his pale hand and working it into a lather.

Hermione felt a great tingling all over her scalp as the vampire worked his magic, her brittle hair developing body and regaining its curl. It fell in wet ringlets as Adam rinsed out the shampoo, then applied a jasmine scented conditioner.

“That smells wonderful,” Hermione breathed as the floral scent reached her.

“Yes it does,” Adam agreed. “I will send a couple of bottles home with you, and you can always purchase more.”

“I’ll do that,” Hermione said, her eyes closed as Adam’s fingers massaged the conditioner into her hair.

“This has to sit for about ten minutes, then I’ll rinse it out,” Adam said, sitting in the next chair down and whirling in it like a child for a few seconds. “Then we can make up your face. Some foundation, lipstick, eye make-up…”

“Er…Adam?” Hermione ventured, “Do we really have to do all the make-up? I mean the improvement is really fantastic…and to be honest, I don’t want to be a glamour girl. I remember a housemate of mine, a transfer from America who arrived in her sixth year. She was very pretty, but she put on a lot of makeup each morning so she looked…well…perfect. She never let anyone see her without it. Well, she ran out of it one day…it was muggle makeup from America so would take a little while to replace, and although she was very pretty naturally…she looked terrible because she was always perfection. I don’t want that to happen to me. I don’t think I look bad this way. When my skin clears up, I’ll be fine.”

Adam looked at her.

“Well, you don’t have to wear makeup if you don’t want to, but there will be times a touch of it will be necessary, like when you start dating all the randy wizards that will be coming after you,” the vampire said smiling. “I’ll just give you some basic tips then.”

“Thank you, Adam,” Hermione said.

Adam studied her.

“You know, you can go back to Hogwarts tonight. You weren’t as bad a case as I thought. I had planned to give you some body treatments as well for your skin, but since your problem is food-based, it won’t be necessary. But you do need to wear robes that fit you. What you have on is way too big,” the vampire said.

Hermione frowned a bit.

“Well, I wear them big because I have big boobs and hips,” she said. “I’m short, so it makes me look…well fat,” she confided to the vampire.

“Well, we’ll take a look after I finish with your hair,” Adam said.

Hm. It seemed the witch was caught up in the “skinny is better” line. Most women had a bit of meat on them like they should. Anorexic was not pretty in Adam’s estimation. And he had a very good eye.

When the ten minutes were up, Adam rinsed out the conditioner and cast a slight drying spell. He then retrieved a pair of scissors and trimmed just the ends of her hair. It fell over her shoulders, curling and shining.

“Lovely,” Adam breathed, spinning Hermione around to see herself. The witch gasped and brought her hand to the mass of curls tumbling down her shoulders. Her hair was really beautiful.

“Oh my gods. I never thought my hair would look like this,” she said.

Adam looked at her hair approvingly.

“Honey, witches pay good money to have their hair charmed to get your kind of look. Keep it conditioned and brushed, and your hair will always look like that. No more perms or treatments. You aren’t meant for straight hair. Use what the gods gave you, girl,” the vampire said, lifting her hair and letting it fall wildly about her shoulders. That hair was going to drive some wizard wild beneath the sheets.

Adam let Hermione exclaim over her hair for a few more minutes, grinning broadly, then got back down to business. He wanted to see her figure.

“All right, stand up,” he ordered, his hands on his hips. “Let’s see what you’re hiding under that blanket of fabric you call a robe.”

Hermione stood up and self-consciously unbuttoned her robes, glancing over at Victor, who had finished stocking and was leaning against the shelves with his arms crossed over his chest, watching the two. The vampire had to admit the witch looked a thousand times better than when he first saw her this morning. She really was attractive for a human female. He’d bite her.

Hermione pulled off her robes and stood in front of Adam, whose blue eyes washed over her critically. She was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans underneath, which did fit her properly.

Adam whirled his forefinger.

“Turn around honey,” he said.

Hermione did so.

“All right, turn back around,” Adam said, one eyebrow arched as he looked at the witch.

He was quiet for a moment. Then he said, “Are you out of your mind? You are absolutely delicious! Why are you hiding your body? Wizards would walk into walls looking at you.”

He shook his heads.

“It’s always the ones that have it that don’t flaunt it,” he said disparagingly. “From now on sweetie, you are going to wear clothes that fit you and stop hiding from the world. You have a brain AND a body. It’s time to let the world get a gander at it. I’m not saying dress like a slut. You can wear tasteful clothing that flatters your figure. First…put your robes back on.”

Hermione did and Adam pulled out his wand again. He cast a spell and the robe tightened slightly, fitting Hermione perfectly. It hung as it should, but her female attributes were apparent. She looked very appealing.

“Now, that is how you are supposed to wear your robes honey. You know how to wear your clothes. Do you ever not wear robes?” Adam asked her, suspecting she didn’t.

“No, I always wear robes in public,” the witch admitted.

“Well you have to stop that,” Adam said.

Hermione blinked at him. She really didn’t have that many clothes. Only a couple of pairs of jeans and t-shirts. She didn’t even own a dress or skirt. Not to mention shoes. But Adam soon got to the bottom of that, asking her to tell him everything in her wardrobe.

Victor listened and knew immediately Adam was going to have a fit. He believed very much in a large wardrobe.

“No dresses? No skirts or shoes? Oh no. Nonononono! That’s never going to do, Hermione. Not at all. Since you aren’t going to take the full makeover treatment. There’s only one thing to do…go shopping. On me,” Adam declared, grabbing the witch by her arm and dragging her out the door before she could say a word of protest.

Victor watched them go, shaking his head. The witch would have quite a selection of clothing by the time Adam got finished with her. The Queen had been the same way with him when he discovered Victor only had the one black suit on his back, the one he had been turned in. Taking Victor’s measurements and using a go-between, Adam bought his consort a slew of suits and casual wear, all tailored to fit. Victor had to admit it was nice to be out of that suit. Six centuries was a long time to go without a wardrobe change. Now he had clothing for all four seasons, with color. He was quite pleased with his Queen and showed it. Kindness was a balm for every creature, living or undead.

Adam pulled Hermione into Twillfit and Tatting's, an upscale clothing shop. A tall, thin, white-haired and rather snooty looking witch with gray eyes approached them, looking at Hermione appraisingly. Nice hair, nice figure…now what she was with…dear gods.

“Good afternoon. Welcome to Twillfit and Tattings. How may I help you today?” the witch asked, directing her greeting to Hermione and ignoring the pale, gaudy, fat wizard beside her. Adam scowled. He knew when he was being snubbed.

“You can help us by getting your nose out of the air and showing us to a private room where we can select a complete wardrobe for this young lady,” Adam said evenly, his eyes glowing slightly. “I am about to spend quite a few galleons in this shop and I would appreciate some consideration and respect before I take my business elsewhere, Missy,” Adam said, placing his hands on his hips.

It took all the Queen’s control not to flash his fangs at the woman. Some people just begged to have their throats ripped out.

The witch’s eyes lit up at the promise of a large purchase.

“I am so sorry sir if I offended you. I just addressed the young lady because I thought she would be doing the purchasing,” the witch said in a simpering voice.

Adam huffed up.

“Well you thought wrong, didn’t you?” he sneered at her.

“Yes sir. I most certainly did,” the witch responded, trying to keep her big commission from walking out of the door. “You have my very deepest apologies.”

“Fine, now show us the room, please,” Adam said, his arched brows still furrowed.

The woman led the way to the back of the store and a curtained doorway.

“Through here if you please,” she said, pulling the curtain back and letting them enter.

It was a large circular room, ringed with mirrors. Several comfortably upholstered chairs were strategically placed around the room and there was a curtained dressing area and a couple of clothes horses to hang outfits on. A small table was set to the side. The witch pulled out her wand and flicked it at the table. A number of finger foods, a pitcher of pumpkin juice, and a bottle of chilled wine in a bucket of never-melting ice appeared. Glasses, napkins and tiny paper plates appeared as well.

Adam sat down in one of the upholstered chairs. Hermione started to sit, but the witch stopped her.

“Please remove your robes so I can take your measurements for the fitting of your chosen garments,” she said.

Once again, Hermione removed her robes…and the witch looked at her curvaceous form appraisingly. She hoped this was not another witch who wanted slutwear.

“What type of clothing are you looking for?” she asked Hermione.

“Um, clothing that is comfortable, flattering and tasteful,” she replied.

“What kind?” the witch inquired, dancing a jig inside that she would be able to outfit the witch in proper clothing.

“She needs everything. Casual wear, formal wear, pants, blouses, dresses…the works, honey…the works. Money is no object,” Adam said as Hermione looked at him, her eyes wide as saucers.

“But Adam…”she started to protest. Twillfit and Tatting's was the most expensive clothing shop in Diagon Alley.

“Sugarcakes, let me run this show. I am the expert, I hold the cards. I promised you a free makeover. A new wardrobe falls nicely into that category. Let me handle the costs…you handle looking good,” Adam said, smiling at the witch.

Adam felt great about this. He had more money than he knew what to do with gaining interest in Gringotts. More than likely whatever he spent on Hermione’s wardrobe would be restored in a day or two from all the interest his account was collecting and not to mention his investments. Vashti’s treasure trove had been worth millions and Adam shrewdly hired a solicitor to convert it all to galleons, selling off the gold, jewels and valuable items the Queen had collected over the centuries. She had taken her entire treasury with her when she fled her kingdom after her people rebelled and learned how to kill vampires.

The shopkeeper understood now. This witch was being made over. How lucky for her. But she didn’t look like she needed much work at all…except maybe some coverage for her skin. But she was pretty enough. What beautiful hair she had.

“Very well. I think it will be best to start with the casual wear and work our way up,” the witch said, approaching Hermione with the measuring tape and expertly taking her measurements, storing them in her head.

“You are quite a curvaceous little witch,” she said to Hermione, smiling at her. “It will be a pleasure to dress you appropriately and sensibly. Of course, you will still be quite attractive to the menfolk.”

Hermione blushed and the witch smiled. Still an innocent it seemed…although Hermione appeared a bit old to be blushing. Well there was probably a story behind the witch that would never be told. She finished measuring Hermione.

“Now, would you prefer to try the clothing on manually, or would you like to be dressed in each outfit magically?” the witch asked.

Hermione thought about this. Dressing and undressing would become old fast. Magically dressing would be much more expedient.

“Magically,” Hermione replied.

“Very good,” the witch replied, glad of Hermione’s choice. The clothing could also be instantly fitted to her measurements this way with a simple session spell.

“I assume you have shoes,” Adam said from the armchair. “She doesn’t have a single pair of dress shoes. Only trainers.”

The witch looked at Hermione with almost a horrified expression on her face.

“No shoes? That will never do. Yes, we have a wide selection…though she will have to start with a low heeled comfortable shoe, although she will look quite fetching in high-heels. She’ll have to work her way up to them,” the witch said, getting into her role and tapping one long, thin finger against her chin thoughtfully. Hermione was like a blank canvas. Then she realized something.

“My name is Clara,” she said, belatedly introducing herself.

”Hermione Granger,” Hermione said, smiling at the witch now. She had warmed up considerably from when they entered the store. Clara looked at Adam expectantly.

“Mr. Sweetmeats,” Adam said, still miffed about the way he had been received.

Clara nodded and looked at Hermione.

“All right dear, let’s get started,” she said, smiling at the witch.

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Three hours later a dazed Hermione exited Twillfit and Tatting's, Adam practically holding her up. The fitting seemed to go on forever, and the Queen purchased so many clothes and shoes, Hermione had no idea where she was going to put it all. She had actually swooned when Adam charged everything to his account and she heard the final sum. The witch was standing about five feet away when her legs buckled, but Adam was a vampire and could move with blinding speed. He heard the change in Hermione’s body as he was paying for the items and quickly zipped to her, catching the witch and helping her to a chair. Clara’s mouth dropped open when she saw how quickly the vampire moved, but she didn’t say anything.

Adam made arrangements for the wardrobe to be shipped to Hogwarts. The house elves would take care of putting them away.

Now Adam led Hermione to a public apparition point.

“Let’s get something to eat,” he said, “You’re starving.”

As a vampire, Adam could tell the physical condition of humans. This ability helped the vampires select their victims. Humans in poor condition weren’t very nourishing. Cognizant vampires liked healthy food. Minions would bite anything that moved. Adam saw that Hermione’s blood sugar was low, which meant she needed to eat.

They apparated to Hogsmeade and had a late lunch at the Three Broomsticks, Adam’s steak so rare that it was practically raw. Hermione had a nice low fat seafood bisque and a salad. That was all she could keep down. The day had been something else. Madame Rosmerta didn’t even recognize Hermione at first until she spoke.

“Hermione?” Rosmerta said, amazed.

Hermione nodded.

“You look…look…wonderful!” the innkeeper said, looking her over. Her teeth were fixed, her unibrow gone, her hair was amazing and her robes fit her very flatteringly.

“Thank you,” Hermione said, feeling a little out of sorts about the compliment.

Male patrons were also giving the witch the once over, their eyes sliding toward the pale and obviously gay wizard accompanying her.

Rosmerta showed them to a table, still amazed at how pretty the Spell Mistress looked. She had always felt rather sorry for Hermione when she would come to the inn and have a quiet meal alone, maybe a drink or two. No wizards would approach her at all. Well, that was definitely going to change now, if the witch looked like this. Good for her. Wait until those cackling old biddies she worked with got a load of her. They’d lay eggs.

After their meal, Adam walked Hermione to the apparition point.

“Well, Princess…here’s where we part ways. Now don’t let any of the wizards that hit on you sweep you off your feet. Make them work for it. Keep in mind that you have always been beautiful on the inside and they never saw it. They still won’t. All they’ll want is the pretty face and banging body. Treat yourself as if you’re made of gold, Hermione. Remember to do that. You can go out with them, dance, have dinner…but don’t give it up unless you really feel it in here,” Adam said, pointing to his heart. “I made that mistake. I was so grateful for attention I gave it up to almost every wizard who approached me…but all they wanted was a quickie…not me. It’s a painful thing to go through…being used like that and never being called again, or being ignored the next time you see them. Don’t let that happen to you. Promise me, all right?” Adam said, his blue eyes worried as he looked at the witch. Already, there was a little improvement in her skin.

“I promise, Adam,” Hermione said, hugging the vampire, “Thank you so much.”

Adam’s eyes clouded over for a moment, then he regained his composure.

“Now you go back to Hogwarts and knock them off their feet, Hermione Granger,” he said to the witch. “You show them what real beauty is.”

Hermione thanked Adam again, then disapparated.

The vampire stood there a moment. He felt wonderful.

“Adam, you’ve done a good thing girl,” he said to himself. Then he disapparated back to Diagon Alley and Victor.

They had a totally free afternoon after all.

The Queen was sure they’d find something interesting to do to pass the time.

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A/N: And there we go. Hermione’s makeover. I couldn’t see her wanting to have makeup packed on herself. She saw she looked presentable and was happy with that. That was all she wanted. Adam was really a sweetheart, and Victor…just plain funny. Well, she is on her way to Hogwarts. Wonder what the reactions will be. We’ll find out next chapter. Please review.