A/N: Ahehe.. Yes I have re written the fic… :D All of you probably hate me now but uh… well that's showbiz! :))

Summary in my own "teen-y" choice of words: So Hermione Granger moves in to a new town. Boringmuch? Nope. A few familiar faces are there.. including a certain blonde. So what happens next? I don't know.. See for yourself. :D

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter related characters and concepts are © J. K. Rowling, Warner Bros., AOL Time Warner, Bloomsbury Publishing and Scholastic Publishing; this fanfic was created for non-profit, entertainment purposes only. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended. :D (Sorry couldn't resist :P)


.:Chapter 1- Moving in:.

Hermione Granger sighed softly as she watched the sunset from the window of her new house. It was a beautiful sight. How she loved the sunset. It always made her feel-

"Hermione!"

Hermione scowled.

knock knock

click

creeeaaak

"Hermione…"

"What now, mother?"

"Hermione I want you to watch over Odysseus and Hannanaiah for a little while…"

"Tell me mother, why can't the nanny watch them?"

"The nanny is currently fixing your siblings' rooms."

"And the maids..?"

"Are helping your father clean and move some things."

Hermione scowled.

"Either babysit them or help your father."

Hermione groaned in defeat.

"Fine."

"Now that's a good girl. They're over there in the family room watching the telly."

"…"

"And Hermione..?"

"…"

"Do fix your things as soon as possible. I'm inviting some of my friends one of these days. I'll be showing them the mansion."

"..."

Hermione had the urge to say "Again?!" but she chose to just shut her mouth. Heaven knows what kind of monster her mother turns into when she was furious. She made her way out of her box-laden room, stepping over the mess.

'Show off.'

She stopped right in front of her door.

"I've told you loads of times before. You should have hired more maids."

"And I've told you loads of times before. I don't have time."

"I never knew picking up the phone and dialing some numbers were that time-consuming."

"Haha. That was so funny."

"Well, you could have at least hired an interior designer or something. Or-or.. people who can move our stuff around?"

"Hermione, Hermione. I have enough talent to decorate our house."

Hermione scoffed. Talent?

"And I wouldn't want other people moving our things around. They might break our valuable, expensive things. Better us moving them. We'd be much more careful."

"So breaking the antique vase that's worth more my laptop is careful?"

Hermione smiled cheekily at her scowling mother, unconsciously twirling her hair around her finger, which was now tamed into soft curls and dark brown in color with blonde highlights.

Now, Hermione was not a rude girl. Nor was she a disrespectful spoiled brat. It was just that Hermione and her mother had a sort of relationship like those of very close 'girlfriends'. You'd see them hurl insults at each other("Do you mind? Your fat behind is blocking the way." "Do you mind? Your smelly feet is polluting our planet."), bickering about clothes or perfumes("Yuck! Are you telling me that this thing that smells like a grandma is worth-" "It smells sophisticated! You just don't have a sophisticated nose like mine!"), hitting each other playfully at times(punch "Ow! You hit like a fat man, Hermione!" "Well at least I'm not weak as you are, you emaciated surfboard!") or even 'borrow' each other's clothes or accessories("You should have asked permission, woman!" "Well I had an urgent meeting and I was running late so I didn't have the time to ask you.") Well arguing, bickering and hitting each other was not all they did. Hermione and Mrs. Granger shared stories, secrets and all that cripe. They were as close as a mother and daughter could be. Although they did have their "I'm-not-talking-to-you-ever" days.

Hermione went out of her room and walked through the long hallway quite silently, looking around her. Her fourth year had just ended and she was less than happy about it. Summer wasn't her favorite season. She hated sweating and getting sticky. She mentally shuddered. It was a good thing they had air conditioning. Ah yes, the wonders of being a muggle-born.

Hermione finally reached the carpeted staircase and made her way down.

"Mothers." She said, shaking her head.

While slowly climbing down three flights of stairs, Hermione thought of her 'new' life.

Mrs. Granger had established a very successful company in the dental market, which was the one to blame for the cash flow. After only a year of running the new business, Mrs. Granger had more than enough money to buy the family an eighteenth-century mansion in Wiltshire.

This was Hermione's first month in their new house. Surprisingly, she wasn't loving it. She would have been delighted to have a new, fabulous and not to mention historical house if she wasn't bored to tears every single day, if her motmiahher didn't bother her to help with the household stuff, if she didn't have to watch over her siblings or if she had.. well.. friends around here.

With her arms folded across her chest, Hermione went into the grand family room.

There in the luxurious brown leather sofa were Odysseus and Hannanaiah, watching Spongebob in their 78 inch plasma tv.

Hermione plopped down next to Odysseus, who was sucking his thumb unconsciously.

"Hey 'Seus. Hey 'Naiah."

"Hello 'Mione." Said the two in unison.

Hannanaiah and Odysseus were Hermione's siblings, obviously. Who else in this cruel world would be named like that by their parents? They all had long and unusual names. They all even had nicknames because saying their names all day would piss you off a lot. It also was a waste of time and energy. Imagine addressing them with their whole names for the rest of your life..

Naiah was nine and Seus was five. Hermione was fifteen. Quite an age gap, eh?

Hermione turned to Seus.

Now, Seus was quite.. on the the chubby side. And Hermione.. well let's just say that she is quite fond of.. well.. fat people.. or things.

Take Seus for example. Every time Hermione saw him, she'd get a very strong urge to bite his fat cheeks senseless. And sometimes, she did just that. This may seem like a very strange and disturbing behavior. But to Hermione, it was just a little fetish. It was completely normal. Everybody has fetishes, right?

Well, right now, Hermione's mouth was watering a tiny bit. It was so hard not to bite Seus. He was just so.. plump.

Plump and-and.. juicy..

Hermione sat there looking at Seus, debating with herself on whether or not she should tackle Seus. For a moment there, Hermione's wild side was taking over. She was biting her lips like a mad woman. But thankfully, instead of biting Seus like a deranged hyena, Hermione settled on just rubbing his stomach. Well, maybe this was one of her I-can-control-myself days.

Seus giggled and pushed Hermione's hand away.

Hermione laughed a little. "Little fat man."

Seus giggled yet again, making Naiah roll her eyes.

"You pig. I'm trying to watch here."

"Shuddup." Said Seus, pouting.

"No. You shut up." Said Naiah, folding her arms.

"Bigmouth."

"Fat boy."

"Loud gewl." (yes he had a problem with the letter 'r')

"Bacon."

"I'm not a bacon!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"Not!"

"You are. You are. You are. You are!"

"Am not. Am not. Ammut. Not!"

Hermione began counting under her breath.

"One.. two.. three.. four.. five.. six.. seven.. eight.. nine.. ten.. eleven."

As if cued, Seus and Naiah tackled each other to the floor. Hermione ignored the flailing limbs below her. People these days had nothing decent to do.

Thus, they were immature.

She picked up the remote and flipped through the channels, looking for something educational. Summer is never an excuse to not learn.

--

Hermione never went out of the house. Hermione was cooped up either in her room, her bathroom, the sunroom or the dining room. All she ever did was read, write, surf the internet, daydream, think, eat, sleep or listen to music. She never went out. She was never in the mood. But Mrs. Granger would not let her daughter stay inside the house for too long.

"Hermione dear."

"…"

"Mione."

Mione? Since when did her mother decide to call her that? When she says it, it seems so.. Naf.

"Yes, mum?"

Mrs. Granger stiffened for a while but resumed her 'interrogation'.

"Why don't you go out and er.. explore the neighborhood?"

"Neighborhood? Mother! The nearest place where there's human civilization is about 1500 feet away or about 500 yards away.

"You're exaggerating."

"I am not. I did a bit of research." Hermione sniffed.

"Tss. You can walk. I've already tried 2 kilometers in my treadmill. If I can do it, you can do it. It's not too far."

"Oh yes it is."

"No it isn't. Period. No erasures. Shield."

Hermione stared at her mother in disbelief.

Mrs. Granger was grinning, saying something about "winning" and "being clever".

It annoyed Hermione a lot.

To Hermione, it seemed like there was no one in the household who can match her intellect. Or maybe at least no one acted his or her age. Hermione felt like she was the only one being proper and all that. Why can't they be normal? (Yes, she was quite the skeptic 'un.)

"Ugh! Everybody in this house is so immature! You, Odysseus, Hannanaiah, Father..! I bet even the couch is immature!"

Hermione did not know where that came from.

Mrs. Granger laughed.

"Couch?"

"Yes. The couch."

"I'm going to pretend that you did not.. say something mental. Anyhoo, you can use your broomstick you know."

"I hate my broomstick. It's old and out-of-date. Which says something because old and out-of-date basically mean the same thing. Plus, I'm not fond of riding brooms. It's too immature."

cough "Afraid" cough "Of" cough "Heights." cough

"Honestly, that is getting old."

"Yeah whatever. So anyway, Mione, you must come out sometime. You should meet the kids out there-"

"Kids?"

"I meant people your age."

"…"

"…"

"…I'm going to surf the net. Bye!"

"Hermione Jean Granger! I am going to confiscate your laptop if you don't go out that door in ten, nine, eight-"

"Mothers." Said Hermione, shaking her head.

Mrs. Granger smiled victoriously as her daughter made her way out of the door.

"Oh wait Hermione!"

"What now?"

"What about your broom?"

"I'm walking. I don't want to end up getting fat like you."

Mrs. Granger gasped. "I am not fat. I have a body of a model. Do you even know what pe-"

Hermione slammed the door.

"Mothers."

Ah yes, Mrs. Granger was like a teenager- Or rather, a 'teen wannabe' according to Hermione. But a lot of people have mistaken them as sisters or best friends. Take the mall for example. They'd take one look at them and say, "So, is your sister going to order one too?" or "What's your sister's size?" or even "Will you two be having the same hairstyle. It irked Hermione a lot("I don't look that old!") but flattered Mrs. Granger a lot("Oh no, no. I'm her mother!")

--

Hermione sang softly as she walked and looked around.

In every direction all she could see was trees, trees and more trees.

Why in the world did rich people decide to live like hermits or outcasts? What was their problem?

"Ugh."

There was a condo hotel near their house. Well it's 'near' if you consider 1500 feet to be a friggin baby step or, if you were a bloody half giant. No offence to Hagrid whatsoever.

After about thirty minutes of walking, Hermione heard laughter in the distance.

Familiar laughs.

"Yeah and I think Blaise has a tattoo on his-"

"Oh great." She muttered sarcastically.

--

"HERMIONE?!" screeched a dark-haired girl, her brown eyes wide.

"No. It's David Hasselhoff." Said Hermione sarcastically.

"IS THAT REALLY YOU? What the heck are you doing here?!" asked a rather petite girl, her black eyes rivaling the size of the other girl's. "And who the hell is David Hasselhuff?"

"Well the last time I checked, my legal name is Hermione Jean Granger and I haven't been mind controlled by some psycho, I live here, he's some muggle celebrity that used to be on the show Baywatch and it's David Hasselhoff."

"Is he hot?" asked Parvati.

"Er.. maybe for your standards yes." Hermione bit back a laugh.

"Anyway, Parvati..." Said Lavender. "ARE YOU SERIOUS? Do you really live here?!"

"Erm.. yes." Hermione didn't expect this sort of welcome wagon.

"That's wonderful!" said Parvati

"So cool!" squealed Lavender.

"Yeah." Said Hermione. "Sure."

"Hermione, this is Mandy Brocklehurst. Mandy, this is Hermione. I'm sure you've seen each other at school."

Hermione shook hands with a tall tan girl with strawberry blonde hair.

"Yeah. You're in Ravenclaw, right?" Hermione saw her around at school.

"Yup! And this," said Mandy, gesturing towards a thin girl with a very short blonde hair, "Is Megan Jones."

Hermione shook hands with her too. "Hufflepuff?"

"Yeah.." said Megan.

"Mione, you never owled us about you moving in here." Said Lavender, pouting.

'Why would I owl you?'

"Erm.. I forgot." Said Hermione lamely.

"Oh."

"Did you just move in or?.."

"I've been here for like a week. But my parents, my brother and my sister moved in there around February. So yeah."

"How come you never mentioned it back at Hogwarts then?"

"Well I didn't know you people lived here too. Geez. So erm.. What do you guys do in here to erm.. have fun or.. to kill boredom.. or whatever?"

Ogling at boys.

"Well," said Lavender, "We go to these places called 'malls'. It's so cool in there. It's bright and uh.. modern and uh.. well it doesn't look dark and cramped-up like Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade.."

"We swim in the lake when it's hot-" said Parvati.

"Or whenever we feel like it." said Mandy, winking.

"Then we have sleepovers." Parvati sighed dreamily. "I sure wish that one of these days we get to sleep with Blaise.." Parvati sighed yet again. Hermione swore Parvati's irises were in the shape of hearts.

"Excuse Parvati. She's really obsessed with that Slyth bloke." Said Lavender apologetically.

"Look who's talking." muttered Mandy.

"Whatever. So anyways, where were we? Um.. we play games. Muggle or wizarding."

"Ooh! I love that muggle game called Twister. I sure wish that someday we could play Twister with Blaise.."

Hermione choked up a laugh.

Mandy was shaking her head.

"And um.. we chat and walk around in the um.. 'community' or whatever you call this miserable excuse of a place. Well that's about it. Nothing really interesting happens around here."

Figures.

"You forgot to mention boy watching, Lavvy." Said Parvati.

Aha!.. And Lavvy??

"Oh yeah! And that. How could I forget?" said Lavender, slapping a hand on her forehead.


A/N: I apologize! Yes and I'm not worthy!! Proceeds to bow down repeatedly Well uh.. I just had to rewrite some stuff.. Well they were really minor. So.. Oh please don't get mad at me. :(

Its just some names and maybe some conversations and stuff… I'm really sorry for the uh.. inconvenience. :D

Anyway, this fic is sorta based on what happened to me when I was a first year. Hehe. Hope you like this fic of mine.

Im not a big fan of D/Hr but what the heck. I'm giving it a shot. I prefer the D/G pairing you see….

Reviews will be very much appreciated :D