A/N: Well this is my first fanfic and I hope you like it! I am a die heart Dramione fan so I had to write this. Please R&R! Hell, I will even accept flames, criticism helps! Oh and there will be some smut in later chapters, so if you don't like that kind of stuff, please don't read this story.

Disclaimer: Sadly I do not own the wonderful world of Harry Potter; if I did I wouldn't be on Fanfiction, now would I?

Hermione stood in front of her closet and examined her wardrobe; T-shirts, T-shirts, and oh look, more T-shirts. She sighed and frowned, she used to think that her outfits were sensible; now she knew that they were just boring, plain, and predicable old Hermione. She was getting ready to pack for her last year at Hogwarts when she had finally took a good look at her clothes. Her final year started tomorrow, and in a very uncharacteristically like manner, she had forgotten about it till now.

She had always told herself that at least she was comfy in her clothes, or that she wasn't like other girls who had to spend a ton of money on the latest fashion, or that at least she wasn't always freaking out on what to wear. Now they were just excuses, the truth be told… her clothes made her feel unattractive.

She closed her closet door and look at herself in the full-length mirror that it was made out of. As she had grown, her hair had become less frizzy. It was still unruly, but now fell in to wild, uncontrollable waves. She looked at her face, hazel eyes, medium sized nose, and normal pink lips. She smiled, her teeth weren't yellow, but they definitely weren't white. Luckily they were straight now, thanks to a spell she had learned in forth year.

She suddenly felt as though everything about her was too normal, she quickly threw off her clothes and looked at naked body in her full length mirror. Her skin wasn't pale, but it wasn't tan either. Her shoulders weren't too broad, or her arms too skinny. She wasn't flat chested or big breasted. Her tummy wasn't flat nor fat, her legs weren't chubby but they weren't thin. Her hands and feet weren't too big or too small. She was just like her wardrobe; plain, simple, predicable, and…boring.

Hermione sat down on her bed and took in all the information that she had just come to realize. Why hadn't she seen this before? If I looked boring; what about my personality? She quickly thought about what she liked best; books, reading, homework, studying, tutoring, magic, and her friends. Oh Merlin! She WAS boring and plain! Her thoughts soon were everywhere, trying to remember a time when she wasnt so predicable.

Hermione, you're a calm, level headed girl. Don't freak out. She tried to calm herself, but she was losing that war, fast.

Then it hit her, (not literally of course) people change themselves all the time. For some reason, Hermione wanted to not just her look, but her personality too. How am I going to do that? Changing yourself isn't that simple.

She remembered a movie she had watched last summer called, Easy A, with Emma Stone. It was about a girl who was a complete nobody, but after a little white lie, everyone thought she was a whore, of course she really wasn't, but everyone was shocked. She got angry and started dressing in sexy little outfits. Her life got pretty bad, even her best friend turned against her. She eventually told everyone the truth, and everything was fine.

Hermione knew that she didn't want everyone to think she was a slut like Lavender Brown, but wanted to do something no one would expect her to do. And doing something wild and unexplainable would help. She wanted to show people that she wasn't plain, simple and boring. Everyone thought she was just bland, uptight Hermione, with her boring clothes and boring personality, but she was ready to prove them wrong. She wanted to feel alive and wild. She wanted to feel something she had never been before…sexy. It was right then and there, that Hermione decided that she would make her life just like Easy A.

Of course she wasn't going to tell everyone she had sexy or pretend to have sex with losers for money, but she was going to tell them just a little, tinny tiny lie, and get a entirely new wardrobe and attitude.

She knew what she needed to do. She quickly ran downstairs, she found her parents in the living room like usual, dad watching Top Gear and mom reading a romance novel.

"Hey mum?" she asked.

"Yes dear?" her mother asked as she took a drink of her coffee, still reading her book.

"Can we go shopping today?"

Her mom froze in her spot, apparently, that was not what she was expecting to hear. "Honey, did you just ask to go… Shopping?" she asked in a surprised voice.

"Yea, it's my last year at Hogwarts and I was just kinda thinking…"

"Hermione" she said, interrupting her mid sentence. "I'm so glad to hear you say that!" Margret Granger had never in her life heard her daughter say anything that had to do with clothes, shopping, or makeup. "Oh this is so exciting! Honey go put your wallet back, this is my treat. Think of it as a early Christmas present dear."

"Wow… okay, thanks mom" she said with a humble smile.

"No problem honey, this is going to be so much fun! We will give you a whole makeover!"

Hermione's mom grabbed her purse and changed out of her sweats into a yellow blouse and a pair of jean shorts.

"Ready darling?"

"Yea, one sec" Hermione ran upstairs and threw on her favorite shirt, jeans, and sneakers. She ran back down, and then her and her mom left to the mall.

When Hermione and her mother came back from the mall, it was 10:30 at night and the entire back seat of their car was full with Hermione's new wardrobe. She now had-

-20 new tops
-10 new pairs of jeans
-5 new shorts
-4 pairs of new shoes/boots
-5 matching bra and thong sets
-7 pairs of yoga pants
-8 new school uniforms (With new & improved shorter skirts and tighter fitting tops)

Hermione took every last bit of clothing to her room and stood in the middle of it looking at her entire floor covered in shopping bags. What am I going to do with all of this…this stuff? Maybe I have bitten off a little more than I can chew this time… She started biting off her thumb nail, a nervous habit she started in 3rd grade that she thought she had gotten rid of. She stopped and thought for a second, if she really didn't want to be that uptight Hermione every knew, she needed to start knowing when to just take a chill pill, and this was a perfect time to start.

She decided to not get freaked out and just relax a bit, she said goodnight to her parents, and instead of packing for her final year of school, she fell asleep.