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Chasing Him by gryffindorlion15
Chapter 2 : Grown Up
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A/N: Hey Everyone! Second chapter up! Woop woop! I've gotten up to chapter nine written and they are going to be up ASAP. I am so so so sorry that this chapter is another filler. The next chapter really gets into the story! Enjoy! :) 



As I frantically searched around my room for my last minute things, I couldn’t help but keep the smile off my face. Tomorrow was September 1st where I would be boarding the Hogwarts Express for my sixth year.


In the four years that had passed since the first awful meeting with James, many things had changed, but my feelings for him had been one that had never strayed from its path. Every time I saw him in the halls or Common Room, my heart skipped a beat and I dreamed of the day that I would finally be in James’ arms, maybe in the shade of a tree by the lake as we grinned in the happiness of being with each other. 


So far in the past four years I had completed one and three quarters of my five steps, to my fool-proof plan to Catching James Potter. 




The first step I had completed sounded easier than done. Step One was; transforming Mae Flick, into the girl where everyone stops and stares, completely and utterly breathing taking.


From the end of my second year I had been working so hard on changing myself to the most beautiful girl to ever walk through the grounds of Hogwarts, though most of my transformation was done over the summer before third year and into third year. I altered my school uniform to be short, tight and sexy, and changed my childish school shoes first to ballet flats, then to a range of different high heels that all the ‘popular’ girls seemed to wear. 


To fix my skin that had decided to break out, I had begun to cleanse, tone and moisturise my skin to create it smooth and clear. Then when I received the occasional pimple, I used Mrs. Molar’s Five Second Pimple Remover, and true to its word removed those nasty pimples in five seconds. 


Make up had started to make its appearance in the end of my third year at Hogwarts, when I finally was able to master how to use it without looking like a ‘scarlet woman’ to bring out my eyes and to cover up my pale skin. Fake tan was also used on my arms, legs, belly and chest to remove every form of whiteness that was known to be ‘ugly’ in this world, which I found ridiculous, what happened to a beautiful woman with porcelain skin? 




I had also spent a long time improving my fashion taste and updating my wardrobe from the boring jeans and a sweater to glamorous dresses and skirts. I was now confident in the clothes I wore and I knew that they looked good. This had been a long task that had taken me a while to get a hang of, as I had the urge to crawl into my bed with a sweats and a ratty old t-shirt when ever I was feeling uncomfortable. 




To change my hair, I had bought a book called, Hair Enchantments: Colouring, Drying and Modelling, which had helped me dye it to a sexy beach blonde with lighter highlights after a massive argument with my parents. I didn’t want to push them and ask for extensions, so I only did an unnoticeable extension, what they didn’t know, wouldn’t kill them.  


Throughout the three years of changing my appearance, nature had helped a bit. With time I had grown into my curves, my hips and breasts finally filling out. It made my uniform tight, something I knew that the boys loved, it looked ‘sexy’. 


In the middle of my fourth year, it was so strange to finally watch people taking notice in me. When I would walk down the corridor, people would stop and watch me walk down with a confident stride and a seductive glint in my eye. It wasn’t until I had finally been asked out by a boy and when some tough looking sixth years ask me what hair potions I used, that I realised that step one had finally come to its completion. 


It was laughable that it had taken a year and a half to change myself into the girl I am today when now I could be up and ready in forty five minutes if needed. 




Moving into sixth year, I was only three quarters through step two and I was beginning to get a little flustered. With this being my sixth year, that meant that James would be starting his seventh and final year within Hogwarts, leaving me a year to finish my plan. Step Two had progressed just before I had ended my fourth year. Step Two was, befriend the popular group, Dominique, Alessandria, Carolyn and Robyn. 




Dominique, Alessandria, Carolyn and Robyn were by far the four most popular girls in my year and some of the most popular girls in school. Dominique was believed to be the leader of the pack, she was the prettiest, smartest, funniest one of them all, she was also a Weasley, giving an advantage to me that if I grew close to Dom, I could get closer to James. Dom had strawberry blonde hair, the red and gold perfectly completing her olive skin that was lightly splattered with her Weasley freckles. But I found that her best feature was her huge smile. 


Alessandria had long flowing dark brown hair that fell down her back like ink. She was tall, toned, and fashionable, giving her the title of one of the most dateable girls in school. With this title, she had dated most of the popular boys at school, one being James Potter. She had dated him last year in our fifth, but it had crumbled when he found a new, fresh girl after a couple of months, which had been one of his longest ever relationships. 




The next member of the group was Carolyn who also had deep, black hair, which was cut at her shoulders very fashionably. As the daughter of one of the best fashion designers in the Wizarding world, Liana Bianque, she seemingly had it all. Money, fame, looks, kindness and the brains. 


The final member was Robyn, the Ravenclaw Quidditch teams star Chaser. With her athletic build, Robyn was seemingly always in shape which all the guys seemed to adore. She had brown hair was curly and as long has her shoulder blades, pale skin and deep blue eyes.


 It was harder than I thought it was, though slowly, I was breaking through each one of the members. The first person I had cracked was Dominique. 


When I had begun to slowly associate myself with them, Dominique was the person I grew closest with the quickest. I knew Dom from most of my classes and she was also in Gryffindor with me unlike the other three who were in Ravenclaw. I'd slowly made myself in her life by talking to her in the Common Room and dormitory, creating mindless chatter before chatting to her around her friends who looked towards me surprised, a girl trying to break through the harsh barriers of one of the most well known friendship groups in school.






One day, I found myself sitting in Ancient Runes with Dom sliding into the spare seat next to me laughing with me about how stupid Sally Hunter had looked stumbling in a pair of heels around the Great Hall at lunch today, when I finally realise that Dom had become my best friend, my first ever best friend. I started to share secrets with Dom that I had never told anyone like my crush on James and we always sat next to each other for anything, meals, lessons, studying. We became inseparable, people began to call us the long lost twins. We swapped beds with the other two girls in our dorm so that our beds were right next to each other’s, which was next to the window, a perfect view of the lake. With the time I had become close to Dom, I realised that I could never hurt her in the way my plan desired to, now that she was my best friend, I could trust her with everything, so I spilled the beans to her. Tears had run down my face as I explained it to her, showing my diary to her, but she had surprisingly taken it well and forgiven me, just saying that I’d have to buy her a lot of chocolate, making me giggle before she let it slide.


The other three girls slowly began to include me more when they realised that I was here to stay, now that I was best friends with Dom. Though with these three girls, I had the disadvantage of them being in a different house, giving me less time with them as I couldn’t just waltz into their common room. 




But slowly, I managed to crack the next girl, Carolyn. The day had been quite average when the girls brought up the subject of fashion and soon enough Carolyn’s mother’s new range that had hit stores a few day earlier. Unable to hold it in, I suddenly blurted out “Carolyn, I love your mother’s new range!” causing them all to turn and stare at me. In that single moment, I literally thought that the whole plan was over, being stared at like that was horrendous, but Carolyn soon turned to me and said, 


“Really? I helped design a couple! Which ones are your favourite?” and everything begun to flow from there. We began to talk more, my presence within their group becoming more comfortable with the supprt of two close friends within the group. Carolyn was the perfect mix of sugar and spice, sweet on the outside but when you finally get to know her, you get a hint of the sass that hides under the covers.


It had been around a month after I’d made real progress, I’d been talking and spending a lot of time with Carolyn and Dom, when I realised, I’d get nowhere if I’d only made friends with half the popular girls. But I really had to break Alessandria, it was going to be hard, so, I compromised on trying to get through Robyn. 


Robyn, was the so much harder than the past two girls. She was very quiet with people she didn’t know, which was a real pain in the arse, as to make the other two my friends, I’d relied on the power of words too much. I had spent weeks of trying to smash through Robyn’s barrier, and had had no success, when a simple idea came to mind. Robyn was apparently an absolute sucker for make overs. With her athletic build, Robyn was under the belief that she wasn’t as pretty as the other girls. 


After coming up with my idea, we had been sitting around at lunch when I had sneakily brought the subject up before I asked her if she wanted come to my common room with me so we could do a huge spa treatment with the ‘new products’ my mother had sent. Robyn was so shocked at first, her eyes popped out and went wide, and her mouth opened up before Robyn smiled and grabbed my hands saying, 


“Absolutely! When should I come?” 


I spent the rest of that afternoon with Robyn doing mani-pedi’s, tanning, hair and makeup. I must have done an okay job, as when we were finished and she looked at herself in the mirror- her brown hair now dead straight, ultra tanned and blue nails to bring out her eyes- completely thunderstruck.


“That’s me?” she asked, her shiny lips opening in wonder.


“Yeah, do you like it?” I asked biting on my French manicured nails. 


“Absolutely! It’s amazing! You really understood me, not like Alessandria- she goes way too overboard on me,” she admitted, running her hands over her skin.  


“Really? That’s fantastic that I did it right, I knew you’d like it Robyn,” I said smiling at her.


“Thank you so much Mae, this means a lot to me,” she grinned, giving me a hug. I stood there amazed for a moment, but I quickly realised that I wasn’t hugging back. 



“That’s fine, well I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked, as she broke away and grabbed her bag. 


“Yeah, bye Mae!” she waved as she left flashing me the biggest smile ever. 


The next day I saw her, she came running up to me squealing saying that already three boys had complimenting her on her new ‘look’ and her crush- funnily enough it was Albus Potter- had asked her out. 


“Oh, Mae, I can’t thank you enough!” she shrieked, giving me another hug. 



With three of the four girls done, I knew I was finally on my way. But my next target was Alessandria, and that was going to be hard. Alessandria is very selective of the girls she’s associated with, let alone who she was friends with, as she was obsessed with maintaining her position on top of the social ladder, and I knew she would do anything to keep it that way. 




I began to start to work on Alessandria when our O.W.L’s popped up and all of a sudden I just didn’t have time. Everyone was always studying, so by the time I finished fifth year, I had not finished breaking Alessandria. 


Filling my trunk with my last couple of belongings, I slammed it shut. I couldn’t wait to get back to Hogwarts- the castle I had seen as a prision now becoming my home so that I missed it during the breaks. Tomorrow, I would make my way back home, Tomorrow I would continue to break through Alessandria, and then I moved past people and to the main target, James Potter.




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