[HP] Give me back my body

Hermione put the box on the table and opened it.

Draco choked for breath: "When did you have such a thing?"

Hermione turned her head to look at the makeup case full of cosmetics, shrugged: "I just bought it."

"How did you buy it?" Draco suddenly became wary.

Hermione looked at him and smiled: "It's okay, no one knows that Malfoy bought this thing. They thought Draco Malfoy ordered a whole set of magic books to work hard and study hard."

"..."

Hermione turned around and picked up a clothes bag from the table on the other side, then waved her wand towards the corner, a dark blue flannelette slipped out of the bag on the ground, and floated in the direction the wand pointed, like It is like being fixed to the corner of the wall, forming a closed space together with the wall.

"Put on the dress first." Hermione opened the bag, revealing a blue robe. The silky fabric seemed to be able to slide directly to the ground when she held it in her hand. It shone with a dreamlike light purple light. , Turning the angle, the color seems to change slightly.

Draco took the gown stiffly.

"I like it very much. It would be great if I could wear it myself." Hermione touched the fabric regretfully, then pushed Draco into her self-made "changing room".

So Draco stood alone in the changing room, holding a dress robe in his hand in a daze, and then "squeaked—" Hermione pushed a stool for him.

Draco had just put the dress on the stool, and his fingers climbed to the opening of the neckline, when the curtain suddenly moved again, an arm stretched in, and the index finger was hooked around a corset, her voice was very soft, very low, very uncomfortable She said embarrassingly, "And this."

Gritting his teeth, Draco took the lace bodice, squeezed its shoulder straps, and swung it over the dress.

Hermione was outside sorting out things that would be used for a while, when she heard the rustling sound behind her, and then the loud sound of a stool falling to the ground, she turned around, and Draco had already dressed and came out.

Draco has never worn such a close-fitting skirt. The chest line and waistline are outlined by the close-fitting material, and it feels like he can't do strenuous exercise; when he walks, his legs feel light and cool, which is completely useless. It feels like wearing trousers—thankfully it’s a long skirt.Draco held up the hem of his skirt and walked towards Hermione hesitantly.

Hermione looked at herself with a smile. Sure enough, people rely on clothes. Wearing a beautiful skirt can make people eye-catching. What's more, when Draco walks, his back is very straight, and he looks very temperamental.

"Sit here." Hermione pointed to the stool beside her, and Draco walked over stiffly. When he passed by Hermione, he was afraid of her serious gaze.In fact, he was also very curious about what Granger looked like in this suit, but there was no mirror here.

"It should be adjusted." Hermione stared at "my" chest and said in a daze, "It doesn't feel right."

The back of Draco's neck felt cold for a while, but Hermione herself felt that it would be awkward to adjust, so she gave up.

Hermione first cast a "beauty spell" on Draco - just like Muggles who loosen powder on foundation, the whole person's skin became much whiter, his complexion improved, and his face looked pink and tender.

Draco closed his eyes nervously the whole time, which felt really weird.

Hermione rests Malfoy's chin in her left hand

Malfoy raised his chin slightly, closed his eyes, and could feel the warmth of the palm under his chin even more.Granger was so close that he could feel the hot air from her mouth, blowing gently on his face.

"Open your mouth a little bit," Hermione whispered.

Draco opened his mouth slightly, he felt like he was asking for a kiss, and immediately closed his mouth tightly again.

"Don't move around." Hermione complained, and she moved closer and adjusted her posture.

Draco felt the light dim again, Granger got closer, and his heart suddenly started beating wildly, so fast and fast, it almost jumped out of his throat and out of his mouth.He grabbed the hem of the skirt a little nervously, then unconsciously pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, and breathed lightly, so lightly that he almost stopped.

He could feel Granger's breath on his nose, and the cool lipstick swept over his lips little by little. The tingling feeling spread from his lips to his fingertips, as if his fingers were trembling with Granger's movements.

He opened his closed eyes slightly, and saw his own face close in front of him, but strangely, what he seemed to see was Granger's face - her frowning eyebrows, big brown flexible eyes focused Staring at herself, because she was concentrating, her mouth was opened unconsciously, and it seemed that she could see a little bit of teeth. Her pink mouth was shining like cherry-flavored hard candy, which looked sweet.

Draco seemed to be bewitched, he moved his head forward, trying to catch Granger's lips, all he had to do was lean forward, and he could touch...

"Okay." Hermione stepped back, holding Malfoy's chin and looking at her makeup.

Draco's charming fantasy was suddenly shattered, he blushed, and turned his head angrily.

He pursed his lips, and then stretched out his hand to touch his lips. As soon as he raised his hand, Hermione grabbed it and took his hand into hers, emphasizing: "Don't touch it, you have to be careful when you eat and drink today, don't touch it. Don't even touch your lips."

Malfoy stared at the grasped hand, it felt as if he was holding Granger's, the dry touch, the different body temperature... He wanted to get rid of this woman's body more urgently and return to his own body , and then...

Then what to do?

He forced himself to get the nonsense out of his head.

Hermione originally wanted to make it more detailed, but she was afraid of Draco's face, so she gave up the next step and prepared to tidy up her hair.Hermione had thick brown hair that was very stiff and unruly and was a hassle to manage, and she decided to spend most of her time smoothing it out.

Hermione did a lot of homework. She collected a lot of methods and spells on how to do hair, and tried slowly to always get the most satisfactory look.

During this period, Draco let out all kinds of screams, his scalp was numb and hurt like needles, and Hermione's continuous apology couldn't calm him down.He wanted to get up and grab Granger by the hair, to let her feel it.

But looking at his pale golden hair, he couldn't bear it.

The hair finally became smooth, hanging down her shoulders with a faint luster. Hermione pulled her hair back and looked at the waterfall-like long hair, finally satisfied.

With fingers buried in the hair, it slides down from the top of the hair, and then it is pulled up high and combed into an elegant bun.

Then leave two strands of curly hair scattered on the shoulders.

Everything was taken care of, Draco and Hermione both breathed a sigh of relief.

Then Hermione turned around, bent down and picked up a pair of water blue pumps: "Put them on."

"What?" Draco gasped, "Wear this?"

Hermione bent down and put the shoes on the ground: "You can't wear these shoes to the dance, can you?" She lifted the skirt to reveal the square-toed shoes hidden under the skirt, "I picked the shortest pair, In fact, they are similar to leather shoes, except that the toe is a bit narrow, which you may not be used to.”

Draco tucked his feet into his shoes slowly, then stood up slowly, took a step...and stopped.

"I'll help you?" Hermione stretched out her arm thoughtfully, "Come on, take two steps, take two steps."

With the help of Hermione, Draco was finally able to walk upright. Because he was really not used to high heels, he walked very slowly and swayed - it seemed that there was a feeling similar to swaying.

"Where is Krum picking you up?" Hermione asked suddenly.

Draco gritted his teeth and said viciously, "The stairs on the first floor."

"Oh." Hermione nodded, "Then I'll send you there, and then I'll go change my dress."

Draco nodded, then shook his head again: "Are you seeing me off? So many people are watching, I'll go by myself."

Hermione shrugged, desperate to save face.

Hermione tidied up the things she took out, and when she was about to open the door, Draco suddenly said, "Do you know what to wear?"

"I've already received the gown." Hermione sighed. "The owl sent it. I'm wearing that."

Draco nodded, thinking that the clothes his mother picked must be very good, he was relieved.

"What about the hair?"

Hermione blinked innocently, and then brushed her hair: "I've decided to put my bangs down a bit and not comb my bun - this way you don't look too greasy."

Oily noodles?

"No!" Draco yelled.

Hermione shrugged: "Trust my eyes, Malfoy."

"Trust your eyes?" Draco said sarcastically, "Look at your eyes for picking friends, it's just..."

Hermione slipped briskly out of the classroom before Draco could finish speaking.

"Granger! You're not allowed to change my hairstyle, if you do!" Draco jumped anxiously behind, he wanted to chase after Hermione to emphasize, but he... couldn't run.

The author has something to say: wow, hahaha, the work is 88, so auspicious, auspicious, auspicious~

Thank you 15655165 sister mine w (sister, I strongly urge you to change your ID, why your comments are always deleted QAQ I don’t know if it’s because of the ID

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读者“饼干”,灌溉营养液+1~2014-09-1209:55:44

Thank you Biscuit Girl for the nutrient solution irrigated. I didn’t know there was this 0.0 before.

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I don’t know what the wizards’ cosmetics look like, but as long as there are women, there are these things (I firmly believe). This chapter is written so urgently QAQ

Hermione’s skirt in the original book is different from the one in the movie, so here I use the setting from the original book...because I like blue more than pink.

Attached drawing:

This chapter is so tiring. I originally wanted to increase my favorability, so I didn’t write about the dance party. I’m heartbroken, sorry.