Heya guys,yesh its me and im back with a new story
i know i should be working on TM, but its coming soon i swear.
meanwhile, this is just an idea ive had in my head for a while

Disclaimer: Sadly, nothing but the plot belongs to me, and i share the pairing with all my other Blaise/Hermione lovers there are

She tiptoed down the hall. The socks she had on her feet slipped along the stone floor silently. Her wand had a bit of light, illuminating her high cheekbones and her pale pink lips. Her now no longer frizzy hair was plaited in two parts, the light dancing on it, giving her strands of gold.

A thrill ran through her. That was the fun in this. The rush you feel when you realise the danger, the risk involved. This summer had made her realise a lot of things. She had finally learned to go with the flow. Follow impulses. And that's what led her here. To the Slytherin dungeons.

Her fingers walked along the stole walls, examining, exploring. She knew Filch would be about somewhere. But here she was anyway, without an Invisibility Cloak, wandering in one of the most feared place in Hogwarts. She didn't know why she did it. It was just…something she needed to do. She needed to know that she could do it. She dismissed it as self assurance.

She felt light, and giddy. This feeling of freedom, something she hadn't felt since her OWLS finished. She knew the risk involved, and how she could lose everything she worked for. But she also knew she needed to live her life. Finally, at the age of seventeen, Hermione Granger had finally found herself.

One month ago

"Mya, we really need to go out." In the tub, Hermione Granger sighed.

Ginny Weasley sure was persistent.

Both the Weasleys and the Grangers had agreed that the two girls needed some space to themselves, and after buying all their supplies and anything they would need for the coming year at Hogwarts, had sent them to New York for a month. They were left at an apartment in Muggle New York on their own, and they had exchanged their money for muggle notes. Ginny had decided that this was the summer for change. And had been nagging Hermione, whom now she decided to call Mya because it sounded better, to get a complete makeover.

In fact, neither Ron nor Harry could ignore the fact that their know-it-all best friend had finally grown up. In fact, they were the ones who suggested the idea to the parents. It was Hermione's finally becoming seventeen present. So here they were, in bustling New York with its busy streets and even busier people. And Ginny had decided they were going to have the time of their lives.

It had been 3 days since they arrived, and it took a bit of getting used to for Ginny. But she fell in love with the shopping here, and was determined to take Hermione down with her.

Mya walked out the shower, a towel still around her hair. She was wearing jeans and an old frayed men's polo shirt. Ginny looked over her outfit in distaste but refrained from saying anything. Mya knew that look.

"Oh come on, its not that bad!" she insisted.

"You wouldn't know, you have no fashion sense…and I say that as a very kind and honest friend," came the slightly irritated reply "couldn't you at least try a little harder?"

Mya sat down at the little table in their kitchenette and grabbed a bagel and spread a thick layer of cream cheese. They had gone sightseeing yesterday. That was when it happened. Ginny realised how fashion backward Hermione was and was determined to do something about it.

Ginny grabbed the keys and some shoes and threw Mya her jacket.

"Come on Frumpy, we're going out."

Mya followed grudgingly, clutching her bagel in one hand and the jacket in the other.

"I think I like Mya better."

And as when Mya walked back in 5 hours later, she knew she wasn't the same anymore.

OKay. so i know its confusing but PLEASE read and review, i really like good honest feedback, just not flames!! and i promise the pairing part is coming :D
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