No one can do it Like Rowling does it! She's an artist @ what she does. This is just me having a little fun! Enjoy!

It was Hermione. Her lean and curvaceous figure accentuated by a short skirt and a black turtleneck. She has never worn a skirt this short before and was a little apprehensive about what everyone would think of her drastic change. Her hair had grown a few more inches and glittered when it caught the sun. Taking a bit of a plunge she decided to straiten her hair and dye it red..not completely red mind you.just bits and pieces. She blushed when she caught sight of him. Wow, she thought, he had grown another 3 inches at least! He wasn't skinny anymore either, oh no, he was muscular with flaming red hair and gorgeous amber eyes with flecks of orange and green that pierced her gaze. She blushed again and looked away. Those familiar freckles made her smile and suddenly giggly when he looked at her. Oh god! I'm giggling! She thought, a prefect giggling like some little schoolgirl when she's had too much sugar!

"Hi Hermione, I...you .It's you?!..I mean it's great to see you, I mean you look good and. I mean the change of your hair and stuff is nice", Ron looking flustered and amazed suddenly looked down at his hands and his ears flamed bright red of embarrassment. "Hello Ron, Its good to see you too", said Hermione a big smile on her face. She went up to give him a hug hello and suddenly realized how strong he had become. "How was your..but she didn't get to finish her sentence for just then Mrs. Weasley burst into the living room. "Hermione dear!", exclaimed Mrs. Weasley. "You look wonderful! It's only been a month but it feels like a year!" Come on come on! I've just made lunch everyone's in the kitchen! I had forgotten that you were coming by floo- powder! I just saw Ron excitedly rush off and suddenly remembered you were due to arrive any minute!" Ron blushed a deep shade of magenta and suddenly became very interested in the ceiling.

"Hermione!", exclaimed Fred and George at the same time looking at her in awe as she walking into the kitchen, her heels making soft clicking noises on the tiles. "She's gotten hot that one has", whispered George to Fred. "You're telling me mate!" hissed Fred eyeing Hermiones sparkling eyes. His eyes wandered down the rest of her body, suddenly realizing how grown up she had become. "Oh Harry! It's so good to see you! I'm so glad you're okay!", exclaimed Hermione in her usual worried voice as she rushed over to give him a hug. "Hermione I'm fine! The Weasleys rescued me form the Dursleys yesterday," said Harry a glint of sadness in his eyes. Hermione suddenly noticed how handsome Harry had become. His untidy jet- black hair looking ruffled and windswept, like he had been on a broom earlier. His Piercing emerald eyes bore into hers, looking sad and forlorn yet nevertheless magnetic. "Well everyone we should eat up then get ready to leave for the order, we have a lot to do," said Mrs. Weasley with an air of impatience in her voice. "No dawdling!"