Close Enemies || A Dramione Love Story

Chapter 10 ~ Dangerous Woman

You don't own me

I'm not just one of your many toys

You don't own me

Don't say I can't go with other boys

Don't tell me what to do

Don't tell me what to say

Please when I go out with you

Don't put me on display

- You Don't Own Me - Grace ft G-Eazy

Hermione's pov

I woke up the following morning, hungover. It was the worst feeling I had ever experienced, my head was throbbing, my eyes sore and bloodshot. I opened my eyes only to find myself in the Room of Requirement. I was so thankful that I had the weekend to recover from the pain (whether I needed time alone to look over Draco and Pansy or whether I needed to get rid of all the alcohol in my body, I didn't know, quite yet). I turned around to face Ginny, who was asleep, her mouth open, snoring slightly. I got out of bed, but my legs were wobbly and I couldn't stand up. How much of that head spinning, thought smashing, stress burning, liquor did I intake? I lay back down and thought about Draco. With every single reminisce of his gorgeous soft lips kissing mine, my eyes burnt as I remembered how they had claimed Pansy's. Kissed her, with the very same lips that had swept me into sweet oblivion. I suddenly realised how loudly I was sobbing and told myself to get a grip. If I was going to get over Draco, I was going to have to be a woman. Not sweet, girly, romantic, book loving, Muggle born Hermione. Someone completely different. I needed to be hot, dripping with sass, oozing power and femininity. I had to show Draco what he was missing. And Ron, for that matter. And any other boy that had messed with me. I was not going to be a stupid pushover that guys use for a night and then cheat on behind a floral curtain. I was going to be deadly. Like fire. Like a lion.

I moved over to a dresser, as slowly as I possible could, attempting not to stumble over from exhaustion. I grabbed a hair straightener and began running it over strands of my bushy hair. I could have done this laborious task with a flick out my wand, but the sheer power I felt with each run of the hot iron down my hair, urged me to carry on until my sheet of frizz was pin straight. I then began to work on my face, starting of with powder, making my tan skin a milk white, before highlighting my cheekbones and hairline. I dragged the liquid eyeliner across the rim of my eyelid in a neat wings before applying a small amount of dark grey eye shadow to my lids; which only transformed eye bags into smoky rings, almost making them a part of my sexy look. When I was finished, I found a gorgeous little black dress, with long sleeves and cutouts on the side, lying across my bed. Oh how I loved the room of the requirement. I pulled it on, holding my stomach in, so that my ribs were visible through the cutouts. The soft fabric clung to all my curves and accentuated my flat sucked in stomach. I looked fearless. And with that, I walked out of the room, leaving Ginny lying on a bed. I stormed out, my heart pounding in my chest. The noise of my heels clicking on the tiles, made me heard my everyone within a 30 metre radius. I rather liked it that way, boys (and pretty much all the girls for that matter) were watching me, mouths open. How could I go back to my nerdy days after this?

I walked to the great hall, my eyes alight. Now for my first issue. Dumping Ronald. I couldn't help but subconsciously look at the Slytherin table, only to see Clarice and Blaise sitting well away from Draco and Pansy, and were throwing them the occasional filthy look. This happened to lift my mood considerably. Admittedly, despite my new look, I couldn't help but feel a slight pang of heartache seeing Draco's expression upon looking at Pansy. I ignored this stupid feeling in my heart and carried on strutting to over to the table were Harry and Ron were sitting. I noticed that Lavender was sitting next to Ron and was stroking his palm. Instead of shaking her away, he allowed her to run her ugly electric blue acrylics down his arms. This didn't bother me in the slightest but still - Ron was being a douchbag. And I was going to make him all too aware of it. What in the big, wide world was I thinking when I went anywhere near him with my lips?