Dramione: The Kill Task

5 ✧ The Slytherins

[Hermione]

09/09/97

"Crinus Muto," I say turning my hair into a bright green ball of friz.  "For merlin's sake, again."

I just need to get this one spell. One spell and the rest will fall into place. Hair, facial features, skin colour, height. It's all the same, say for different incantations. If I'm going to join Harry and Ron this could allow us complete security that we won't be recognized. 

"Try a bit less exaggerated wand movement. The colour comes more naturally after you figure out styling," professor McGonagall advises. "Exaggeration will give you frizz, and volume, which can be done on purpose once the skill is mastered."

"I wish I was a meteamorphagus like Tonks, she could pass this class without touching a wand." 

"Unfortunately changing one's appearance isn't as easy for us normal folk. Don't try to compete with metamorphmagi. Keep practicing, if I know you you'll have it by the end of the week," she says before subtly leaning in to drop her voice. "Stay back a minute at the bell."

My head whips around as the normal chatter of the room is cut off by a crack and then a scream. 

"Aguamenti," I scream in reply, dousing the poor boy. 

As he pushes singed hair from his face I realize its Seamus.

"Can't leave that boy alone for a minute without and explosion," McGonagall mumbles as she heads over there.

As Dean casts a charm to dry him off, and McGonagall restores his hair, I turn back to my work. 

Beep breath, you got this. 

I practice the wand movement trying for a more calm, unexaggerated movement. 

"Crinus Muto," my hair becomes a short pixie cut of flaming pink. I just want basic straight, long, brown hair. I'll get the colour after, I've got it straight. Just longer. 

I do everything the exact same but make the movement over more space. I focus on the last arch, proportioning it to the line but trying to to exaggerate the motion.

"Good one Mudblood," A gasp escapes my mouth, and my movement goes wide sending my hair to the floor. "At least now with the pink everyone can tell you're a girl," Malfoy taunts. Before I can comeback with an insult of my own I'm interrupted.

"That's detention for you Mr.Malfoy," McGonagall defends me. I don't need her coming to my rescue but it's a kind gesture.

"Oh sorry, did I offend your favourite student?"

"I will not tolerate that word in my classroom. Meet me in my office after your last class."

"Sorry professor, but I already have a detention. You'll have to book me on a later date."

"Well it's less then ideal, but you'll have to stay for lunch then."

Just then the bell blares through the halls, echoing into the classroom and everyone rushes to their seats to gather their things. I deliberately take my time, trying to be the last in class.

As they rush for lunch Professor McGonagall changes all their hair back to normal.

"Don't forget to practice. This spell will be on your NEWT's," She yells out the door. I doubt many bothered to listen. 

McGonagall heads into her back office.

"Run along Mudblood, or are you just so obsessed with me you had to stay behind. Make sure I stay in line."