Ironic, that's what people use to describe me. It's ironic that a muggleborn is the smartest witch in the school. It's ironic that the same bushy-haired witch is Harry Potter's best friend. It's ironic her parents share the same jobs. It's ironic that that muggleborn witch is so ordinary. Screw Irony! I'm sick of it!

I know! I can change my appearance, and my status at the school. I'll go past irony and murder it in its sleep!

Hermione Granger was entirely fed up; totally and completely. She hated the in fact, previously stated irony at her entire life. She was going to change herself and nothing was going to stop her from doing it.

Hermione granger stole all of her parents' money and snuck out late at night to go to the mall, which luckily was open 24 hours. She bought hair dye and a whole new wardrobe of laces, spikes, and leather.

Upon returning home she checked and made sure her parents were still asleep she ran into the bathroom across the hall and locked the doors.

Grabbing a pair of long silver scissors Hermione thought to herself this is going to take a lot of work.

Shortly after the scissors were put down Hermione went to tending the dying process of her hair.

She quickly put on heavy carefully drawn lines around her sparkling hazel eyes. She put on a spiked collar and a leather lace-up corset style tank top. And she slipped into a pair of tight leather pants with a pair of knee high boots. And she looked into the mirror and thought, it's not enough. She pulled out a pack of safety pins and set to work, for the girl had no piercings,

A few tears shed and a couple of yelps later. Hermione stepped out of her bathroom, hearing her parents downstairs getting ready for work.

Hermione thought of her parents soon-to-be reactions and smiled, but to make it even more interesting she pulled out a cigarette, compliments of the Goths at the bus stop.

She walked down the stairs to see their reaction, but met screams and cussing towards her appearance.

"What the hell! Our Hermione is gone! Woe, you are not are daughter! She would never do anything like this! Get out of my house you heathen!"

As Hermione was thrown out on her ass, she was entirely glad Hogwarts started in only a few days. Sighing forlornly to herself she headed towards Diagon alley, carrying her belongings in the trunk behind her.

She entered and got a room in the Leaky Cauldron, with some of the money left over from her shopping trip.

In her room she slipped into a black robe to hide her new clothes. She hadn't expected anything near as rash as that.

Over the next few weeks she got her supplies for school, and entered the train.

Draco Malfoy was the first to see her, and he stage-whispered to Blaise "It's just Ironic to see the changes in the Mudblood."

"Ironic….Irony" Hermione repeated to herself, she promptly disappeared after that.

Though every once in a while, haunting Hogwarts , mainly the library, you could find a distressed ghost whom called herself Irony.