When Hermione Fights

Preparations And A Successful Deal

Reworked by Lena. Updated 28th October 2018

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Today was the second day of the holidays. I had acted fast, had needed to be fast as I had set myself a strict timetable on my plans which I had worked on for the last three weeks after the tournament. As soon as the train at Kings Cross Station stopped I hugged Harry and Ron goodbye and greeted my parents with a bright smile. Yes, a bright smile! I would've never been so stupid to tell my parents the truth about the magical world. They would've been shocked to learn about the dark and dangerous world their daughter lived in. For them, the magical world was exciting and fascinating, a colourful and happy world, like Diagon Alley. The shopping street was the only thing they knew about my world and they would never see anything else. Thus, we quickly drove home after our brief greeting and I could finally begin putting my plans into action.

"It is good to be home again. Mum, Dad, I missed you!" I declared cheerfully as we entered our townhouse.

"So did we, sweetheart!" my mum responded as we entered the lobby. She pulled me into a hug again.

"And did you plan anything else for today?" I asked eagerly and smiled at both of them.

"No, nothing special. We'll have a nice dinner later, and you... you have to tell us all about your school year!" my Dad replied, intrigued.

"Hmm, yeah, sure. But I just need to go pick up some things from the pharmacy... I've run out of some stuff at Hogwarts," I explained.

"Do you want me to come with you, sweetheart?" my Mum asked.

"No, it's okay. I know you're excited about dinner and I don't want to keep you from the preparations." I said with an excited smile.

Meanwhile, my dad had pulled out his wallet and gave me £100 with a cheeky smile. "Well, enjoy and don't come back too late!" He said with a soft expression on his face.

"Thanks, Dad, see you in a bit," I turned to the front door giving my parents a grateful smile while leaving our house again. It wasn't too far to the shop and the soon I arrived I stepped quickly into the store and grabbed a trolley. There was a lot I needed.

I started my shopping trip with standing slightly desperately in front of the huge selection of makeup. I bought everything from powder to concealer, eyeshadow and liner, mascara and lipstick, just everything. I continued to the nail polish and finally to the hair section of the shop. This was going to be more difficult. I didn't want to and I couldn't colour my hair, but I needed different hair for what I had planned to do, period. Another approach was necessary - a wig was too expensive. Well, what did this shop offer? It took a while and a lot of scanning the shelves until my eyes landed on the hairpieces. There was a black band with hair attached which I could pull over my head. Perfect. If I pulled the strap over my forehead and tied my hair up in a bun, no one would notice that my hair was not dark blond and straight.

In the evening the next day, I stood in my room with a lot of make-up on my face and my fake hair in place. No one would recognize me as Hermione Granger since I definitely did no longer look like myself. I looked older, not like the fifteen-year-old I was, but still not more than 19. No one would ask me any stupid questions in this disguise. I waited until Mum and Dad went to bed and fell asleep. Unsurprisingly it didn't take long thanks to some drops of sleeping potion I had put into their glasses of red wine which they drank during dinner. It was shockingly naughty of me to put my parents to sleep. Just thinking about it made me giggle deviously, but I am what I am, always prepared and always well elaborated. That's why I didn't have to worry about my parents figuring out that their daughter had left for the night.