Disclaimer: Nothing. Absolutely nothing is mine. I'm pretty sure this plot isn't entirely original either. ;)

A/N: Yay for fluff! I got tired of writing angsty stuff, since I'm not that good at it anyway, so I decided to go back to what I'm good at, which is pure fluffiness. I love it. :)

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Hermione slammed the door behind her and threw her hands up in the air. "Ronald Weasley is the biggest idiot I have ever had the misfortune to meet!"

Lavender and Parvati looked up at Hermione and rolled their eyes simultaneously. "What did he do this time?" Lavender asked.

Hermione stalked across the room and flopped down on her bed with an angry huff. "He actually asked me if I could give him advice on how to ask out some stupid Ravenclaw girl!" She picked up a pillow and threw it at the wardrobe, where it bounced off and hit the floor with a thud. "After nearly six years, he's still as clueless as ever! And I was stupid enough to think that this year would be diferent!"

Her anger rose in her chest, choking her with its intensity. How could he be so insensitive, so rude, so stupid? How could he possibly not know by now that I fancy him?

Lost in her tortured thoughts, Hermione jumped when Parvati and Lavender suddenly sat down at the end of her bed. "But, Hermione," Lavender said with an apologetic look, "it's not like you really try to make him notice you or anything."

Hermione frowned. "What are you talking about? I'm with him every single day! How could he not notice that? I'm one of his best friends! I..."

"Well, that's the problem, isn't it?" Parvati grinned. "He sees you as his friend, and only his friend! You're just one of the guys!"

Hermione let out a long, slow breath. Thoughts of how she and Ron interacted raced through her mind. It all made sense. "I guess you're right," she said with a sigh. "So, what do I do about it?"

Lavender and Parvati exchanged sly smiles. "Just leave that to us."

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Three hours later, Hermione looked at her reflection in the mirror and couldn't believe what she was seeing. Parvati and Lavender had pretty much attacked her with a barrage of lipstick, mascara, nail polish, and clothes. To be honest, the idea of letting someone else take charge of her appearance had scared her immensely; but now, as she stared at herself in wonder, the fear was gone. She looked amazing.

Lavender had wanted to go all out and give Hermione an exotic, celebrity-worthy look, but Parvati had insisted on a more practical approach – a look that Hermione could easily maintain. The result was simple, and yet breathtaking.

Her eyes were gently framed by soft lashes, lengthened by mascara. Her lips were shiny with a hint of gloss, and her hair...

Her hair was a masterpiece. Gone was the mass of bushy curls, replaced by surprisingly long, straight, and sleek brown locks, shaped by Parvati's scissors and a simple spell from Lavender.

"Remember to do the hair-straightening charm each morning or your hair will start to frizz, okay?" Lavender was fluttering around her like a crazy butterfly. "And don't forget the trick I showed you with the eye shadow."

Parvati groaned. "Shut up already, Lav! She's not going to forget!"

Hermione grinned in spite of herself. "And even if I do, I'm sure you'll be around to remind me."

Lavender laughed. "Of course I will. Now, are you ready to go downstairs and show Ron what he's been missing?"

The nerves returned full force and Hermione felt herself blush. "As ready as I'll ever be." She took a deep breath.

You'd better watch out, Ronald Weasley, because here I come.

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A/N: So what did you think? Chapter two is in the works and on its way! Please review, because it makes me want to write faster! :)