Hermione slipped on a pair of form-fitting jeans, and a white spaghetti strap. She walked giddily into the bathroom, anticipating a new year at Hogwarts, and looked at herself. Even she couldn't believe the change over the summer, it looked like 5 years of maturing, though she was still petite in height. She had gone from no chest to something any girl...no; any model could be proud of, her arms and legs were long and voluptuous as they had always been but no one had ever cared to notice. She leaned towards the mirror preparing to start her daily routine of makeup, which was another one of the countless things that had developed over the summer. She thought twice about this, her big debut would not be the station.... It would be where she was sure ALL the people who ever mocked her could see. 'Mione!!!??? Sweetheart!!! Are you done yet? Please don't put on all that make up.' Hermione sighed as she slipped a big black Hogwarts sweatshirt over her spaghetti strap, she ran down the stairs with a scrunci in hand and pulled her honey ringlets out of the collar of the sweatshirt and gathered them into a tight bun. 'Mum!!! I'm ready! Did you re-ACK!' She missed the last few steps in her hurry and rolled into two strong arms that graciously caught her. 'Er...Allo Mione! Comment-allez vous?' A bright crimson tainted her upper cheeks as she thought through all the French from grade school. 'Oh yea! I'm fine today Jacques, how bout you?' A mask of confusion covered his face, for minutes before a growl came from the kitchen 'Hermione! You almost missed that train 5th year!!! It's your last year! At least the head girl should make the train!!!!!' She took a deep breath to yell back that it wasn't her fault when she choked on what she heard. 'OH MY GOD!!!! NUH UUUUUUHHH' She ran into the kitchen and tackled her father, showering kisses on his cheek. 'Really? I'm head girl? How did you find out?!' She knew that she would be... she made the best grades, and though the trio she belonged to broke numerous rules; they were always saving the school. 'Doesn't matter, now, do you have everything?' Nod 'Are you sure?' Insistent nod. 'Ok, then, since you know we always get you a present to start off the year, here you are' Her mother handed her a gold and red shimmering book, the Updated Griffendor 2004 Hogwarts, A history. She almost fainted. Her parents knew, so there was no need to thank them. She gave Jacques her trunk, which she obviously couldn't lift, gave both her parents hugs; light pecks on the cheeks and walked out the door with Crookshanks purring in her arms. Jacques, the foreign exchange student, and her replacement for the year drove her to platform 9 ¾, while she clutched her large black bag containing her draw-dropping outfit. She smirked as they neared the train station.