The Zabini Twins

Abrakadabra curse begone!

I went to the library to find a solution to this problem I'd been forced to deal with.  As I entered, my eyes were drawn to a book lying on the table.  It was a book about magical families and it was open to a chapter named 'Twins and their abilities'.  

Obviously, this was like some miracle level shit so I walked closer to it.  Just as I was about to grab it, a boy walked up to it and gave me a side eye.  Of course there was a catch.  I was not about to interact with people just to get a book.  I'd have to find it on my own in some other part of the library.

'Stupid stupid of course it was too good to be true'

Mentally berating herself, she walked around the aisles, searching for a book similar to that one.

The library was unusually quiet that evening, the soft glow of the lanterns casting long shadows across the ancient tomes lining the shelves. Hermione Granger sat at a secluded table tucked away in a corner, her fingers tracing the spines of countless books as she searched for a solution to her peculiar problem.

Hermione's hair had possessed a mind of its own, changing color with her every fluctuating emotion. It had been a source of amusement for her friends and classmates, but lately, it had become more of a burden than a novelty. With what felt like the weight of the world resting on her shoulders, Hermione longed for a sense of control over this one small aspect of her life. Hell, she felt like she'd rather have to face Voldemort all over again rather than go through this bullshit. 

As she remembered Voldemort, her adventures with Ron and Harry came to mind and a feeling of sadness washed over her, her hair fading to a melancholic blue. She thought she was set with them, that they'd never treat her wrong and they were her lifelong family. What a lie that turned out to be. Scoffing, she returned her gaze to the countless amount of books, her mind reeling and her body aching from anger. Her so called best friends, her family, betrayed her mere seconds after winning the battle. Tossing her aside like a toy traded for something better. The blue in her hair was long gone, replaced by a crimson shade of red, a concerning look had anyone known about her predicament. 

She cast the thoughts of her best friends who became strangers out of her mind, instead choosing to focus on solving this problem. 

She pulled yet another dusty volume from the shelf, the title faded with age but still legible: "Metamorphosis and Transfiguration: An In-Depth Exploration." Flipping through the pages, Hermione's eyes scanned the dense text, searching for any mention of a remedy.

Hours slipped by unnoticed as Hermione delved deeper into her research, her determination unyielding despite the lack of promising leads. But just as frustration threatened to consume her, a passage caught her eye, a glimmer of hope amidst the sea of uncertainty.

"Alchemy," Hermione murmured to herself, her heart quickening with excitement. Could it be possible that the ancient art of alchemy held the key to her salvation? With renewed vigor, she poured over the ancient texts, her mind racing with possibilities.

As dawn approached and the first rays of sunlight filtered through the library windows, Hermione emerged from her secluded corner, a newfound resolve burning brightly in her eyes. Armed with knowledge and determination, she set out on a quest to unlock the mysteries of alchemy and reclaim control over her ever-changing locks.

Hours passed as Hermione immersed herself in the ancient art of alchemy, her determination unyielding even in the face of countless setbacks. With each experiment, she grew more adept at manipulating the intricate balance of ingredients and incantations required to achieve her goal. By now, Draco was in a different part of Hogwarts growing increasingly worried as the minutes ticked by in which he couldn't find Hermione. 

And then, that night, as the moon hung high in the sky and the stars whispered secrets only the wise could decipher, Hermione stumbled upon the breakthrough she had been searching for. With trembling hands, she mixed the final ingredients together, her heart pounding in anticipation as the concoction shimmered and glowed with otherworldly light. With a whispered incantation, she applied the potion to her hair, her breath catching in her throat as she watched with bated breath. Slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, the strands of Hermione's hair began to fade from their usual kaleidoscope of colors to a soft, natural black. A smile spread across her face, a mixture of relief and disbelief washing over her as she realized that she had finally succeeded.