A Malfoy and a Mudblood Chapter 6 - HOTNLulu

Ginny stepped back and admired her work. Hermione was now wearing navy blue eye shadow and red lipstick. Her hair was in a messy bun and she wore a grey crop top hoodie with ribbonned sleeves and black ripped jeans. She also wore black leather ankle boots. Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and saw the hoodie. Just like Draco’s eyes, she thought, mesmerized at the thought of those grey pools that she could lose herself in. She then shook herself vigorously. Since when does she think of Malfoy as Draco? And since when does she become mesmerized at the thought of his eyes? She shook her head to clear it once again and stood back from the mirror.

“This school does have a uniform, you know!”

“That doesn’t apply to sixth and seventh years!”

“Are you sure about this, Gin?”

“Positive.”

Hermione sighed.

“Okay...”

*Time skip*

“Is that Hermione Granger?”

“No, Granger’s much uglier.”

“Nope, that’s Ginny with her! It is Hermione!”

Whispers encircled Hermione as she entered the great hall, strutting her stuff like Ginny told her to.

“Keep your head high,” she told herself. “Ignore them.”

She sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Harry, who was gawking at her.

“‘Mione - wait, why are your eyes purple?”

“I’ll explain later. Just- if I’m acting weird, don’t worry. I’m acting.” Hermione spoke in a hushed whisper.

She cleared her throat and tried to avoid touching Harry. She rolled her eyes.

“Whatever.”

She stood up and went to the Slytherin table, pushing Pansy Parkinson off the bench and sitting next to Malfoy.

“Hi Draco,” she said in a seductive whisper.

“Granger…?”

“Call me Hermione!”

The Great Hall was silent, watching the spectacle with wide-eyed interest and surprise. Parvati, Lavender and Ginny were struggling to control their laughter.

“Gran-Hermione, are you okay?”

“Never better.”

Hermione winked flirtatiously and Malfoy suddenly realised that Hermione’s eyes were purple.

“Oh, God no.”