Almost in an instant, Paul saw his friend leap away from sword, startled. She backed into a mannequin, nearly knocking it over. Paul wanted to rush to help, but he remembered he held the sword. He put in back where he found it, just in time to see a scarf land on Hermoine's shoulders. 

Almost instantaneously, she changed. Paul had always thought she was cute, in an elfish sort of way. She never seemed to put much effort into being cute, but just naturally was so. Now, the pretty girl had become utterly stunning. She now had perfect... well, everything. Her hair was lush and long. Her makeup was spotless. Her shirt and jeans seemed more stylish.

When she looked at Paul, he felt his heart skip a bit. "Paul..." she whispered, and Paul felt her hand stroke his shoulder, and he shivered at her touch. He couldn't control his arms as they wrapped around her waist. [i]What is happening?! This isn't right![/i] his mind screamed, but the rest of Paul ignored it. He pressed his lips to hers, but as he did so, he heard another voice in his head. Not his own, but much stronger and more disciplined. [i]"The scarf, you idiot! Take of the scarf!"[/i] is said. Obeying immediately, he took Hermoine's scarf off and suddenly, she started to change back to normal. This left Paul, feeling incredibly awkward, holding Hermoine. Already turning beet red, he let go. "We need to get out of here, before we cause a scandal."