"Why is she taking so long?"
"Because she wanted to comb her hair a little."
"What for?"
Hermione gives Ron a bad look. Sometimes she doesn't understand how, having a sister, he's incapable of knowing something so basic. To make matters worse, Ginny usually does her hair differently almost all the time. Ron is the worst case of male sibling anyone can live with and in his case, friend. Her mom told her to be patient, that kids are like that and she should understand.
Hermione doesn't understand it, but she doesn't have much of a choice.
"YES I CAN! I hope she doesn't get tangled up later."
Harriet comes down the last few steps with heavy hops and hiding the trepidation she brings. It's so hot today, at night she was imagining her perfect outfit to wear during her Saturday. Ron turns red and Hermione just compliments the hairstyle: two braids on each side and pinned back with a brooch. They look a little uneven, but nothing remarkable unless you stare.
Most likely that's what you'll see the least of. Harriet's concern comes to what she wears a skirt. It comes to a couple of inches above her knees, black and gold edged; a corset-like strappy blouse that lets her chest breathe, no bra and to it that bounces when she jumps. Big black boots, large mesh stockings and the necklace Sirius gave her two years ago.
She has never, absolutely never, been like this at Hogwarts. Her routine is sweatshirts or huge shirts. They can tell it's the first time they've seen her shoulders and knees or her true body. Harriet holds back the urge to run back to the dormitory and hide: she wants to wear the clothes, not so others can see her. To have the ridicule she'll get and yet, she wants to take the risk.
Maybe feel pretty.
Hermione is in shorts, sandals and sleeveless shirt with a pronounced cut, her hair pulled back in a high bun and a couple of locks framing her face. It's too hot. There is not a girl in any house wearing long pants or sleeves. Hardly any first-years and even they resort to cleavage. Harriet would like to think she won't attract attention. That no one will show up to make fun of her legs or arms.
She sees them as thinner and more misshapen than they are. As soon as they leave Gryffindor and a couple of students look at her, they question where it all came from. She looks nothing like the mental image they all kept of her in first year. Strong, noticeably turned out arms, firm, plump thighs that look tight in her stocking. It's an abrupt change.
Too abrupt.
Hermione who looks at Harriet almost all the time, doesn't sense such a variant.
"Shall we go to Hagrid?"
"He told me a herd of Unicorns is nearby. It's next class. We could go see them first." proposes Harriet and Hermione nudges her.
"That's cheating, we're not doing that."
"Ron, back me up." orders Harriet. Turning her head she notices him looking up quickly. As if he wasn't seeing her before.
"Uh... Yeah, yeah. Sure." Hermione looks at Ron wrong and Harriet nudges him as usual. The usual in how they get along.
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"Bloody hot." complains Tom as he walks out of Slytherin.
Tom hates not wearing sleeves, but no one can stand this heat wave. He manages to pull a tiny ponytail that helps him from melting. Baggy pants, short sleeved white shirt and a couple of open buttons.
"Look at Tom." whispers a sophomore girl, giving her classmate a swat. Another stares at him without discretion unlike the others.
"Let him sweat more, I want to see his back even with the fabric sticking up."
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