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MeltingFantasy · Lightweight Joined: 06 Jan 2008 Posts: 6 Location: America

Today, it was Sunday, no school, but breakfast was just starting. This coming week, was a special one, mostly definitely! This week was, a week to where you don’t have to where your robes, you may where what ever. She wanted to look good! She had only a year leave in Hogwarts. Mostly, she wanted to impress, Snape, having that dream really brought it out of her! Clothes were all over, lucky she was head-girl. Meaning her had her own room. She had everything planned out. You may what ever, any hairdo, no detention… dream come true.

Having the nurse, deliver the box of things he needed, was embarrassing!

“Here you are Professor, now do you want to explain, what these are for, or do you want to seem, what I think?” She snickered, but he groans!

“I think you know where the door is!” he snapped. Having her tell everyone, so okay, for were all going to find out soon enough. Also missing breakfast was Professor Snape. The next (week) was the ‘what ever day’ .Having his bed piled up with magazines…of men magazines? All that includes one thing. ‘New Makeover’ with his wand in his hand, staring into the mirror with dreaded. ‘Stupid game…Truth or Dare…stupid Dumbledore!

FLASH BACK!

All teachers were called into the Great hall for a meeting…mandatory. They all gathered around one table.

“Now. We never get to have fun so….we are going to play truth or Dare!” Head master started. “I hope everyone knows have to play Wizard truth or dare.” I’ll start.

Hours later! (2)

The Question came: “Truth or dare, Snape” Professor Mcgonall started. Snape had been choosing truth the whole time.

“Dare!” he growled.

“Finally, I’ve been waiting forever!’ Looks to Snape. “I dare you to get a makeover!” Everyone gasps. The bell rings. “Now you have tilled this coming Monday. And you have to do or…you just have to, so you have three days!’’

END OF FLASH BACK!

Later that day, Snape continued to look in the mirror, deeply, intensity, concentrating, of what he was going too decided. Maybe hours later, he has looked through 30 men magazines. He happen finally decided of what he was going to do. Looking into the mirror, he closed his eyes, to imagine, himself. With a swish of his wrist. He became to feel tingling against his face; he opened his eyes, to reveal… (A sexy man.) He turned to his closet, and with another swish of his wand, it turned from black to blue, black, some gray, suits, with colors of a sorted size and patterns.

The Next day, was here. Students in all shapes and seize, colors appeared, down for breakfast. Hermione was still up, in her room, she was getting nerves, very nerves. Taking big breathes, she began. In her closet, was sorted, clothes. Shirts on the right, and jean on the left, she picked out, a cherry red, tank top, with a pair of fated blue jeans. Getting her black flats out, she walked to her mirror. A grin played, on her. ‘He’ll have to stare’

She walked to the great hall, joining the rest for breakfast. She placed her hand onto the door, pushes hard, then walked inside, and companied with:

“Granger’s hoty!”

“Owe, Owe, owe!”

Hermione found her spot, over at the Hryindors table. Her eyes shifted away from her conversation to the head table, with the Professors joining the celebration also, she wonders what Professor Snape was going to look like? He was not there; she looked back to her plate of food, and continued on with her breakfast.

Snape awoke late, from his sleep. Tossing over the covers, he flipped out of bed, and over to his closet. He picked out a blue suit, and a striped red tie, with black shoes. Checking his hair in the mirror once more, he signed, for was going to bad. He walked to the Great Hall doors, but stopped to take a breath. Putting both hand onto the door, he pushed him open. Only walking a few feet in, the crowed, stopped, and so did the chattering. It had become dead salient.

Hermione, wonder what was all the motion about, she twirl her head to the front door. Professor Snape had new, clothes, new hair cut, new…sexy look…she thought. He looks like the man off of the muggle movie, ‘die hard’, that Hans…He continued down the hall with…Having short, black hair, brown. Also having a beard, connected to his mustache.

“Who, knew it, the professor can be sexy!”

“Woo…. (Whistles)…”

“Owe, owe, owe!”

“I want you!”

He seated himself in his regular spot. The cheers, quieted down. Later, Hermione realized that he got more applause than her, but or course, to see him…so different, was well…overwhelming to see! Ever once in awhile she would sneak a peek up to the head table. Snape would be talking, to all the teachers, that was very wired. Professor Snape eyes shifted down to the crowed, till the met hers. Hermione, so transformed into what she was doing, she didn’t realized that she had been staring at him for a while. Until, Ginny poked her in the side, and taking her attention off Snape to Ginny.

“What!”

“Sorry, you were staring at him, and I think he is getting a little freaked too.” Ginny pleaded.

“Oh, sorry, well, every ‘other’ girl is staring at him.”

Ginny nodded, went back to her food. The bell ring to which, is potions class, next. ‘I hope it won’t be weird.’ She thought. Thinking about ‘him’ the whole way, she didn’t realize that she was going so slowly. She noticed when, no one else was in the halls. She picked up her speed, rounding the corner; she hit something dead on, and fell to the floor.

Snape, who had been late for his own class, felt something hit him hard. He notices it to be know-it-all granger!

“Bloody hell!” Kneeling down, trying to awake her, it was no good; she was out cold, he thought. Looking around, no one was in the hall. He picked her up, with one arm under her back, and the other under her knees. They arrived at the hospital wing; he walked inside, and put her down on one of the beds that were empty. He walked to the nurse.

“Don’t you look sexy?”

He just smiled. “I ran into her,” point to the girl on the bed. “And she’s out cold, so here you are.” He begun, to walk away, he stopped at the door, looked to Hermione, and whispered, “This is a nightmare coming true!” He turned out disappeared behind him.

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Sorry for all the spelling anf grammers errors...I'll get better soon.

what do you think...should i continue?? reply for me please!..need some ideas for the up-coming dance????