Gryffindor Girl's Dormitory.

Hermione Granger sat on the edge of her bed rereading the same paragraph on the proper speed at once must stir the components of a Wimbart Potion for the twenty third time. Occasionally glancing up to see how many girls had left for dinner at the Great Hall. Two girls refused to leave chattering away at the fire place until a subtle chime from the great clock altered the girls that it was seven, and the Great Hall would be serving tonight's dinner of shepherd's pie in fifteen minutes. The girls got up and began walking out of the dorm keeping their conversation going, until as they reached the door one stopped and turned to Hermione "You coming to dinner Hermione, or what Daphne Greengrass did still have you steamed?"

Hermione shoots back "I will come in a minute and no what Ms. Greengrass did does not in anyway have me steamed!" The girls giggle and one shouts back alright before running down the steps hurrying to dinner.

Hermione thought to herself that no what Daphne didn't have her "steamed" it had her bloody furious. Hermione and Daphne Greengrass had been at swim practice last week and while the girls were changing Daphne had snapped up Hermione's push up bra, making jokes at how flat she was and making snipes how Ron could possibly be interested in a girl with no chest. Making obvious allusions to her own oversized bimbo fun bags that were as big as her bloody head.

The jokes were tasteless and hardly clever but all her Slytherian pals were quick to join just for the sake at getting under a Gryffindor students skin. Well we will see how she feels when Hermione gets back at her. From under her pillow she pulls out a small pink silk pouch and with a baby blue string tie. Undoing the knot of the string she holds the pouch over her had and slides out a single vile. The words *Feminine Wilez* written on the side, a potion used by certain wizarding models to maintain a certain feminine voluptuousness. She had spent 250 pounds on this little vile and had been stealing sips for the past 4 days as the instructions demanded, one last sip of the syrupy red and grayish liquid remained. Once she drank this last drop and with the proper instructions followed she would have a figure that would rival that tart Daphne Greengrass and show her a thing or two.

Hermione popped the cork of the vial once more and took a swig, **** down the all to familiar tastes of boiled sirens feathers and succubus tails. Then she took the empty bottle and pouch and stuffed them under her pillow. Getting up from the bed she straightened her sweater and began walking down the steps to the Great Hall for dinner, wondering when the effects of the potion would take place.