Entire story was written listening to the sound track of Grease 2. I am apologizing now!
"Save my soul!"
"Hermione quit it! It won't be that bad."
"Then you try to be the only member of the Golden Trio to return to Hogwarts."
"Hey! There's Neville lets grab a compartment with him!"
Ginny pulled Hermione along. Who knew the brightest witch of their age would be trudging onto the Hogwarts Express. Ginny understood her worries, without Ron and Harry by her side she was a little lost. The only reason Hermione was here was to complete her NEWTS and then she'd be out in the real world with her two best friends. Ginny had hoped for Hermione and Ron to get together after the Battle of Hogwarts but something didn't match up for Hermione so that was the end of that. Bloody hell the girl was stubborn. Hermione had changed a lot over the course of the summer. She now wore a decent amount of make-up. Her hair had finally calmed to perfect cascading curls and her skin was kissed by the sun. Along with the addition of make-up came a new wardrobe of tight fitting clothes that hung to her curves. Ginny had watched the guy's reaction the first time Hermione came down wearing ripped up booty shorts that hung to her hips. Harry wanted to cover her up and Ron wanted to have a bite of the action.
They finally came to the compartment that held one certain Neville Longbottom and one Luna Lovegood. Neville's face was a giant gaping hole and Ginny knew that he had seen Hermione. Hermione had event noticed as she swung her hips into the compartment wearing black ripped skinny jeans and combat boots with a large tank top that showed off her black lace bra. Ginny couldn't contain her laughter at the obliviousness Hermione was showing. Neville blushed and tried to hide his face meanwhile Hermione gave her a questioning look. They took the rest of the ride to talk about their summers and question who would be coming back for an extra year at Hogwarts. They all highly doubted they'd see very many Slytherins. Eventually they all separated to change into their robes.
Hermione walked back to the compartment with cat calls and whistles following her. Parkinson's skirts were normally the shortest but Hermione's could even rival hers. She simply wore her blouse with its sleeves rolled to the elbow and her tie loose around her neck. Her knee socks were pushed down to the top of her small black boots. This was no longer some shy little naïve Gryffindor. This was the princess gone badass. This was gonna be one interesting year. Ginny wanted to see the new capabilities of this Hermione. The girl was free to shine and show her talents. She had zero need to save the boy who lived this year. What she would do now was of a far greater risk and who knew if she would come out on top.