Everything is in the last chapter, go there if you would like to be informed that I don't own Harry - no matter how much I'd like to add him to my collection of play things.
Note: This is dedicated to Sauron the Dark since s/he not only knew the exact origin of the message
on my singlet but also defended blondiebear quite well, I may have found someone else with my bizarre working knowledge
of Buffy :) oh and I think she should jump him too but that would mean I couldn't play with Harry's mind first
- maybe next time. And to CryHope for her fabulous guess at where I'm going - I still hope to
surprise someone with something though. And also to auscricketjunkie, a fellow Australian who
mentioned the chesty Bonds, for those of you who aren't Australian or who have no idea what the hell I am talking
about they are the single best invention of clothing ever, well uggs are up there too but the chesty wins.
The explanation for the singlet. What was written on it was a quote from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. "I may be
love's bitch. But at least I'm man enough to admit it." And he was until the put a chip in Spikey
head and made him into a whimpering git.
Oh and the shirt-stealing, like we wouldn't all do the same.
I am annoyed though, I tried to call the last chapter 'Moonbeam's Lingerie Shoppe' and portkey, lovely,
wonderful site that it is, cut the name off.
There are a couple more parts, but I might be nice and give you the plan in action and its results in one hit.
spikesbitch - Angel can't be finishing that's just depressing what is going to make me stay up late on
Wednesdays now? He better bloody well Shanshu that's all I have to say.
And to all the reviewers I was hoping to get fifty reviews for the whole kit and kaboodle but you did it for just that little old part, how cool - can't wait to see what you do for the smut part :P
After Hermione had found the perfect outfit it took her another two weeks to work out the perfect time to implement her plan. But then when she saw the Quidditch Cup points it had been obvious. A situation where he wouldn't be able to approach her and ask what the hell she was wearing, and he always looked for her in the crowd. This was perfect; she would surprise him with her new clothes at the Quidditch Cup match. She just hoped that he wouldn't fall off his broom or anything, she wanted him mobile for what she planned to do to him if she finally got through his thick skull.
When she knew when and where she was going to do this it was just a matter of deciding which outfit and what to 'wear' over it. That had been the easiest problem to solve; she found an outfit that would suit in a magazine. The spell called for a photo or drawing of your intended appearance so the magazine picture would solve her problems. She had torn two pictures out and practised a week before the game. She put on a singlet and shorts; something she could sleep in and that wouldn't be too outrageous if the spell didn't work. She performed the spell; it should make it look like she was nightie that was more revealing than she would generally go for. The outfit should get a reaction form Lavender; she was always telling Hermione to 'show what she's got'. After performing the spell she stood in front of the mirror for almost an hour gathering the courage to go out and do this. She took a deep breath and opened the door, chanting 'you can do it' to herself all the way out of the bathroom and into her dorm room.
Lavender looked up; Hermione generally didn't come to bed until after they were asleep and she was always awake before they got up. NEWTs were still a month away but studying consumed all her time; except what she spent with Harry and Ron. Lavender smiled when she spotted Hermione, finally the girl was using the fact she was a girl to an advantage. A pretty girl at that, with a nice figure and she didn't put work into it. Lavender had a moment of resentment and then went back to being happy; she'd gladly work out everyday of her life to ensure she never had to face Voldemort like Hermione had had to. But back to the nightgown, halfway up the thigh and satiny it was the prettiest colour of blue and it was cut low at the front. If she was only daring when she slept it was a start.
"That is what I was talking about, all you have to do it cut a bit out of what you wear and the boys will come running." Lavender said with a smile.
Hermione couldn't stop the grin that passed over her lips; it had worked. But a bit of her joy was pride,
Lavender thought she looked good, that felt good even if her head was telling her it shouldn't really matter; given
that she wasn't really wearing it.
"Ahh, well my cousin sent it to me since she believes what you do and I didn't want it to go to waste. So it
looks okay, not to revealing. It's a nice colour isn't it."
"Lovely colour. You suit blue well, especially that rich blue." Parvati chimed in. Hermione had to smile again; her singlet was black and her shorts were a deep red. It had definitely worked.
"What does it feel like?" Lavender said as she walked over. "It looks so soft."
Hermione's eyes widened and she turned and ran from the room. Lavender looked over at Parvati and raised an eyebrow but Parvati just shrugged and went back to her magazine. Lavender looked back at the door, as far as she could figure Hermione had just freaked out over what she was wearing and ran to change.
Outside Hermione was leaning against the wall. How would the material feel? The spell hadn't gone into it since it was supposed to change your appearance not clothes. But if you changed appearances then you would have to feel like the new you, dammit now she'd have to find a way to see how the material felt, if she went back how would she do it? She'd have to go back; there was no other way. Resigned, she entered the room again and found Lavender looking at the door puzzled.
"What happened?" Lavender asked.
"I … well I got freaked out," Hermione figured that would be the safest option; Lavender was sure to have thought that. "And, I just am not used to wearing clothes like this. But I stopped myself and came back I want to be able to wear this and feel comfortable; I like it."
Hermione didn't get a response since suddenly she felt Lavender's arms wrap around her and was surprised to find the girl hugging her, more so to find herself returning the hug.
"Hermione, that is fabulous. Finally, finally you understand just how fun it is to be a girl. Oh My God, this fabric is so soft and exactly how it looks - soft and silky and just a touch furry. How does it feel?"
"Great, just like you described." Hermione was elated, she'd be set for the Quidditch Cup match, and now she wouldn't have to worry about people brushing past and feeling bare skin. How could she have not thought of that problem before? Lavender was still looking at her and Hermione was beginning to get a little nervous. She smiled at Lavender and held back a laugh when she noticed pride in her eyes. If only she knew what was going to be happening in a couple of weeks she'd die, of what exactly - happiness, laughter, pride or jealousy, Hermione wasn't sure.
Hermione walked over to her bed and decided to get an early night, the boys were getting up early the next day to
practice and she was sure she would be woken up somehow.
"I'm gonna go to bed."
"'Night."
"Goodnight," came the replies and she crawled between her covers and closed her curtains.
This is going to work! That was the last thing she thought as she fell asleep thinking of one Harry James Potter - The boy who was irritatingly ignorant.