The Makeover

Part I

It was confusing, this attraction that Pansy had discovered. She detested the Gryffindors and hated the Golden Trio the most out of them all. But she couldn't deny the strange pull to the nerdy girl that trailed after the two boys like a dog to her masters.

Pansy was sure it was nothing. She was sure of her sexuality and her stance on the Gryffindors. That didn't stop her eyes from following the girl across the Great Hall every morning. It didn't stop her from noticing every time a sad look filled Granger's face.Pansy always seemed to be looking. But for what, she couldn't say.

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With a sickening crunch Potter's fist connected with Draco's face. Pansy winced as Draco spat blood and looked up at Potter with a smirk.

"That's all you've got, Potter?" He sneered.

Potter growled and launched himself. The two boys rolled about the corridor like a couple of squabbling third years. People shifted out of their way, careful not to get hurt as they watched the latest Potter vs Malfoy fight.

Pansy sighed and glanced around. She hoped they would finish soon so she could make it to Transfiguration on time. It was looking like that wouldn't happen as the clock tower's hands slid closer to 2 o'clock.

"Harry!" A shrill voice rang out over the crowd as Granger stalked towards the crowd. "Stop that this instant."

Harry rolled away from Draco who sat up, panting. A nasty bruise was forming on his cheek and blood was dripping from his nose and down onto his robes.

"Sorry, Mione," Potter said, looking at his feet sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes and pulled out her wand. "Honestly, Harry. You're nearly 17. Could you at least try to act like an adult?" She tapped it on his face and the blood vanished, along with several scrapes and bruises.

Potter rolled his neck and shoulders and groaned. "Thanks."

"Go to the hospital wing, make sure there isn't anything I missed," Granger pointed to the stairs. "Don't be late to Defense Against the Dark Arts."

She watched as he left and the crowd dispersed.

Pansy walked over to Draco and hauled him to his feet. "Don't pick fights you know you won't win," She hissed.

He looked up at her with a stupid grin. "Can't help it, Pans. He's beautiful when he's angry."

"You are so fucked up."

"Oh, absolutely."

Pansy turned away and shouted after Granger who was starting up the stairs after Potter. "Oi! Granger!"

Granger turned around. "What do you want?"

"Can you fix my idiot too? I don't want to be late to Transfiguration."

Granger hesitated and nodded. "Come here, Malfoy."

Draco gasped in protest. "First of all, I'm not an idiot."

Pansy snorted and he glared at her.

"And anyway, I don't trust Granger farther than I can throw her, there's no way she's fixing my face."

"Yes, she is," Pansy gave Granger a nod. Granger stepped over to Draco with her wand held out in front of her.

She tapped her wand on his face and muttered something that Pansy couldn't hear. The bruises began to fade and the cuts closed. Soon all that remained was drying blood.

Draco rubbed his jaw and gave her a grudging nod. "Thanks, Granger."

She nodded back. "A simple cleaning spell will take care of the blood. I assume you can manage that?"