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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
16
Views:
16,441
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38
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The Girlification of One Hermione Granger
Chapter Nine - The Girlification of One Hermione Granger
And so it began…
Ginny had pulled a still only semi-conscious Hermione into her room bright and early the next morning for what she called ‘the most important part of her education’, a fact which Hermione seriously doubted. It should be noted somewhere that Hermione really did try her hardest to prevent this kidnapping. Ginny, however, had always been good at both evading verbal persuasion and dodging kicks; and her proficiency had not dimmed.
So now Hermione was sitting on the bed of her captor, being regaled with the joys of her own new wardrobe.
Hermione had to admit, very reluctantly, that Ginny did have a sense of style. Her misguided companion had coerced her into trying on countless outfits that, according to Ginny, ‘highlighted her feminine attributes’. Hermione was sure that just meant that they showed off her boobs and legs to the fullest possible extent without crossing the very thin line into the territory of a street-walker.
Ginny taught Hermione how to walk in unbelievably high heels and still manage not to look like she was precariously balanced on a particularly high pair of stilts. Then she walked Hermione back to her own room and told her “It starts tomorrow in Double Potions class.” With that, she turned to leave. Hermione rushed after her.
“Wait… What am I supposed to DO?” Hermione asked panicking.
“Oh I’ll leave the actual flirting to you.” Ginny said it as though she was doing Hermione a huge favor by staying out of it, then she winked at her conspiratorially and flounced out the door.
“So much for taking care of everything!”Hermione yelled after her, even though she knew Ginny wouldn’t hear.
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The next morning was a rainy and dismal one and Hermione was glad that some greater power had decided to allow the weather to match her equally morose mood.
She chose one of the outfits that Ginny had picked out for her, a green low cut sweater and a thigh length green pleated skirt. She looked in the mirror and laughed out loud.
Her outfit was the exact same shade of green as the Slytherin colors; which didn’t bother Hermione since, although Ron and Harry would kill her if she ever admitted it, it was her favorite color. What was funny, however, was the fact that Ginny had gone overboard, yet again, by charming little silver embroidered snakes into the fabric. Hermione removed the snakes.
“Why don’t I just wear an ‘I have a huge crush on my Potions professor’ t-shirt to class, she asked her mirror sarcastically.
“That would definitely get his attention.” Her mirror chimed back and Hermione chuckled slightly before heading down to the great hall for breakfast.
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‘Fifteen minutes to go’ Hermione thought to herself as she checked her watch for the umpteenth time in the last hour. She was starting to dread double potions class.
At first Hermione had just thought she could act normally and make up something for Ginny if she got nosy, but Ginny seemed to have anticipated her reluctance.
“Hermione,” Ginny had hissed at her during lunch, “I have arranged for you to have a little help today.”
“What?” Hermione tried desperately not to shout. “What are you talking about?”
“Just trust me honey.” Ginny said patting her hand. “He won’t be able to resist for long.”
Hermione buried her face in her hands and contemplated her imminent death at the hands of her Potions Master. There was not a doubt in her mind that he was going to kill her for whatever ‘help’ Ginny had arranged.
She checked her watch again… five minutes. She sighed and stood up. Her brain did flip-flops inside her skull all the way to the dungeons, trying to come up with a way to get out of this mess but somehow she just couldn’t concentrate with her subconscious writing her epitaph for her.
As she stared at the door to the last classroom she would ever see she offered up a plea to any deity who would listen to have pity on her. Then, gathering all of her Gryffindor courage, she opened the door and walked to her impending doom.
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A/N – I know my chapters aren’t long but I am very easily distracted and so you will just have to bear with me.
Thanks to reviewers. Hey you… Yeah you… reading this… Review pleeeeeease! You know you wanna!
And so it began…
Ginny had pulled a still only semi-conscious Hermione into her room bright and early the next morning for what she called ‘the most important part of her education’, a fact which Hermione seriously doubted. It should be noted somewhere that Hermione really did try her hardest to prevent this kidnapping. Ginny, however, had always been good at both evading verbal persuasion and dodging kicks; and her proficiency had not dimmed.
So now Hermione was sitting on the bed of her captor, being regaled with the joys of her own new wardrobe.
Hermione had to admit, very reluctantly, that Ginny did have a sense of style. Her misguided companion had coerced her into trying on countless outfits that, according to Ginny, ‘highlighted her feminine attributes’. Hermione was sure that just meant that they showed off her boobs and legs to the fullest possible extent without crossing the very thin line into the territory of a street-walker.
Ginny taught Hermione how to walk in unbelievably high heels and still manage not to look like she was precariously balanced on a particularly high pair of stilts. Then she walked Hermione back to her own room and told her “It starts tomorrow in Double Potions class.” With that, she turned to leave. Hermione rushed after her.
“Wait… What am I supposed to DO?” Hermione asked panicking.
“Oh I’ll leave the actual flirting to you.” Ginny said it as though she was doing Hermione a huge favor by staying out of it, then she winked at her conspiratorially and flounced out the door.
“So much for taking care of everything!”Hermione yelled after her, even though she knew Ginny wouldn’t hear.
##############################################
The next morning was a rainy and dismal one and Hermione was glad that some greater power had decided to allow the weather to match her equally morose mood.
She chose one of the outfits that Ginny had picked out for her, a green low cut sweater and a thigh length green pleated skirt. She looked in the mirror and laughed out loud.
Her outfit was the exact same shade of green as the Slytherin colors; which didn’t bother Hermione since, although Ron and Harry would kill her if she ever admitted it, it was her favorite color. What was funny, however, was the fact that Ginny had gone overboard, yet again, by charming little silver embroidered snakes into the fabric. Hermione removed the snakes.
“Why don’t I just wear an ‘I have a huge crush on my Potions professor’ t-shirt to class, she asked her mirror sarcastically.
“That would definitely get his attention.” Her mirror chimed back and Hermione chuckled slightly before heading down to the great hall for breakfast.
###################################
‘Fifteen minutes to go’ Hermione thought to herself as she checked her watch for the umpteenth time in the last hour. She was starting to dread double potions class.
At first Hermione had just thought she could act normally and make up something for Ginny if she got nosy, but Ginny seemed to have anticipated her reluctance.
“Hermione,” Ginny had hissed at her during lunch, “I have arranged for you to have a little help today.”
“What?” Hermione tried desperately not to shout. “What are you talking about?”
“Just trust me honey.” Ginny said patting her hand. “He won’t be able to resist for long.”
Hermione buried her face in her hands and contemplated her imminent death at the hands of her Potions Master. There was not a doubt in her mind that he was going to kill her for whatever ‘help’ Ginny had arranged.
She checked her watch again… five minutes. She sighed and stood up. Her brain did flip-flops inside her skull all the way to the dungeons, trying to come up with a way to get out of this mess but somehow she just couldn’t concentrate with her subconscious writing her epitaph for her.
As she stared at the door to the last classroom she would ever see she offered up a plea to any deity who would listen to have pity on her. Then, gathering all of her Gryffindor courage, she opened the door and walked to her impending doom.
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A/N – I know my chapters aren’t long but I am very easily distracted and so you will just have to bear with me.
Thanks to reviewers. Hey you… Yeah you… reading this… Review pleeeeeease! You know you wanna!