Hermione Gaunt??

Chapter 5

Last time: This was going to be fun.

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Ron stormed to the library. He was sure that he had seen a spell to remove any glamour spell, or beauty enhancement charm permanently. There was no way that Hermione could be that pretty without help.  Tomorrow, he would use it on her at breakfast. No-one would want to be her friend then, and she would have to come crawling back to him, giving him all of the power.

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Then next morning, Hermione awoke with, hearing the birds tweeting, and seeing the sun rise through the black chiffon drapes. Nothing was wrong with the world - apart from the fact that Ronald was going to try and hex her at lunch.  Yes, she knew that. She knew everything that was going on in this school. But, I was nice to see that he still had a speckle of hope in his measly little life.

She rose, and swept into her wardrobe. Using her now expert eyes, she scanned the rails of clothing, looking for something  suitable for the weasel's little show.

After a while, she picked out a pair of tight leather trousers, a green body suit that ties around the neck, and sky high black boots. With a wave of her perfectly black manicured finger, her hair fell straight down her back, and with another wave, her make up was done flawlessly - green eye-shadow, cat-flick eyeliner, and black matte lipstick. She was ready.

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In the Great Hall, Ron was waiting for Hermione, ready to stand and fire the spell at her as soon as she zapped in. Right on schedule, she appeared and Ron stood up, wand pointed at her, mouth open to say the words. He took a breath and- nothing. He tried again. Still nothing. 

'Oh, Ronald. You really though that would work? How delusional you have become.' She sneered.

'Well, Mione dearest, ' Ron sneered. 'I am far less delusional that you. Did you really think that everyone would believe that you are really this powerful and this pretty? I don't know what amplification spell or masking spell you are using, but I will find out, and when I do, you will be sorry that you ever crossed me. You will be left all alone and no-one will want to be your friend.'

Hermione raised an eyebrow, and smirked. Everyone in the great Hall including the teachers held their breath. This couldn't be good.

'Ronald, Ronald, Ronald. What are we to do with you? You can't honestly believe that you are in your right mind? How much time have you spent convincing yourself that I am a fraud?' Hermione paused, and let out a laugh. 'I'm genuinely amused.'

'What? YOU AREN'T SUPPOSED TO BE AMUSED YOU STUPID WHORE! YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE TREMBLING IN YOUR BOOTS AT THE IMMINENT ARRIVAL OF YOUR LONG AWAITED EXPOSURE. YOU ARE RUINING EVERYTHING. HOW IS EVERYONE SUPPOSED TO TURN AGAINST YOU IF YOU ARE MAKING IT SO HARD FOR EVERYONE TO BELIEVE MY LIES?' Ron bellowed, his face turning crimson. 

It was so silent in the hall that you could have heard a pin drop until Ginny stood up, twirling her wand between her fingers.

'Well, I'm sure you will all be glad to know that I got the entire confession on my wand, and that I have duplicated it and sent it to my mother and you, Professor McGonagall. Ronald, I can safely say that I will never look at you the same again. you disgust me.' She sat back down, and Hermione took the 'stage'.

'Well, now that the truth is out, and that is the real truth mind you, I think I will be going. I'm not in the mood for company at the moment.'

And with that, she strode out of the Hall, and made her way to the kitchens.