Hermione Granger nervously smoothed down her hair as she stood in front of the Hogwarts Express, staring at the gleaming scarlet train. She didn't know why she felt so nervous, or why her stomach was filled with butterflies. After all, this was just like any other school year-except she was Head Girl this year and it would be her last year at Hogwarts. And then there's the way you look, a nagging little voice said inside her head. Of course, that was the main reason why she was nervous. Over the summer, Hermione at stayed at her aunt's chateau in the south of France. Her cousins Victoria and Kate had been intent on giving her the makeover of a lifetime. The results (in their opinion, was fantastic. Hermione wasn't so sure). Hermione's once bushy brown hair now fell in beautiful, glossy curls down her back, naturally streaked gold from all the sun she'd received while sunbathing with her cousins. Her figure had changed drastically. It blossomed in all the right areas and was scrunched in so much in other places Hermione thought she couldn't breathe. Her skin was smooth and tanned, and Victoria had taught her how to apply makeup so it brought out her delicate features. Kate refused to let her leave France until she'd gotten a whole new wardrobe. Now, Hermione stood on Platform Nine and Three Quarters wearing the slim black skirt and matching top Kate had practically forced her to wear. Hermione didn't particularly care for the way boys were staring at her. Where's Harry and Ron? She wondered absently, looking for any sign of her two best friends. Harry had permanently moved into the Burrow last summer on Dumbledore's orders, but no one knew why. Things had been a lot more relaxed now that Harry, with the help of Hermione, Ron and Ginny, had destroyed Voldemort. Suddenly, she caught a flash of telltale red hair. A moment later, Ron pushed past a group of Hogwarts students, grinning. He was closely followed by Harry and Ginny. When he saw her, he did a double take. "Whoa, Hermione!" he cried. "Is that you?"