"Bye, Dad. Love you, Mum." Hermione Granger hugged her parents before she
stepped onto the train to go to Hogwarts for her final year. She was going
to miss it so much after she graduated. It was her home away from home. She
knew everyone who attended the school felt the same way, but it was
different for her. She felt that there was an entirely different world
waiting for her when she was at her parents'.
In reality, there was. Hogwarts was part of the wizarding world. Her home was in muggle society. She didn't know if she would have to choose one or the other when she left school, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. She loved her parents, and the technology that came with their world, such as electronics. Her new CD player meant just a little too much to her. She was debating whether she should ask Dumbledore if he could allow her to use it in the school or just keep it hidden away until the school year ended like most appropriate children would do. She was going to do that, but over the past summer, she had started a band with some other kids in her neighborhood. She needed to write lyrics and she had their music, or at least their own individual parts so she could use the compiler on her pc at home to put it all together once she recorded the lyrics, so that she could put lyrics to the beat of what they had. She really wanted to help the band out over the school year, and all the other bands they had gotten her to listen to were waiting for her ears inside her disc case. She really couldn't dream of giving up her music from the moment she got to the school to the time when she left it forever. She was going to ask the headmaster the moment she got alone with him, which would likely be soon as she was made head girl for the year.
As for the present moment, she was looking for the Weasleys and Harry. It didn't take her long to find the two red heads and the green-eyed wizard. They weren't very mistakable in a crowd. She walked up to them and put her arms over Harry's in a hug from behind. (A/N Hermione is going to obviously be shorter than Harry, so he is hiding her from the view of the Weasley siblings and Harry won't be able to see her if she's behind him, so no one has yet seen her) After letting go, she almost yelled out a very excited "Hey guys." The three turned to her and just gaped. She had forgotten how differently she looked. She no longer was the pretty little girl with frizzy brown hair and her face inside a book. Her waist long STRAIGHT hair was died a perfect black that faded to a white that would make snow ashamed. She was wearing a black tank top that stopped right above her bellybutton that exposed a very sinister looking piercing. On her upper right arm was a tattoo picturing a wilted rose that had three drops of blood falling from it with the words "Bloodstaind Roses" written under it in extravagant cursive lettering. She had bright red eye shadow and deep black eyeliner in a strange loop at the end over each eye and under was a very carefully drawn drop of blood at the outside corner in deep red.
She had on pure black lipstick that made her face even paler then it was, for Hermione hadn't seen much sun all summer, so she was naturally a pale cream color and all her dark, disturbing make-up accentuated her natural paleness. She was wearing a pair of camouflage pants that hung low on her hips that would have easily hung lower had she not been wearing a tight black triple grommet belt. Her large, extremely heavy looking army boots finished off the look that the bookworm in her past wouldn't have dreamed to have ever worn. She knew that her friends would have been surprised, but she thought their reactions were a little extreme. "Hello, it's not that different. You don't need to stare. I'm still Hermione Granger, you know. I've changed, everyone does. It's just my looks; I'm still the same girl on the inside. You've changed since first year; I have the same right to do the same. Ok, you can stop staring at me. Stop staring. Stop your bloody staring!" her friends looked at the ground, obviously ashamed that they had insulted their best friend in such a way.
"We're sorry Hermione. Didn't mean to stare. It's just the hair and the makeup and the piercing and the outfit, it's all so different But then there's the tattoo and the attitude and you don't act the same, it's like you're not the same person at all." Harry was trying to not sound too insulting, but he wasn't doing a very good job.
"Harry, didn't I warn you that my appearance would be a little. different?"
"Well, yes, but."
"But its extremely different," Ron finished. " You don't even look like our Mione anymore."
Hermione cringed at the nickname she had learnt to despise. " You have two options. Either you call me Maya or Hermione. If I EVER hear somebody call me Mione ever again I will scream. And I will tell you right now; I can scream very well now that I'm in a rock band. You don't want me to scream. Ever."
Her friends could tell from the look in her eye that she was serious. They all just nodded in fear that she might try to chew their heads off if they said any words. Finally Ginny decided to say that they might want to find a compartment before they were all filled up. As they were looking, they opened up one that, to their dismay, held Draco Malfoy and his two "yidiots" (A/N yidiots is a term I fell upon while insulting my friend. I had been trying to say you idiot but it came out yidiot. I've been calling her that ever since. Since the only thing that I would ever have to say after crabbe or goyle had said something would be to call them an idiot, so instead of writing out their names whenever they are both being referred to, im just going to call them the yidiots. Peashe)
Malfoy smirked and said to the four searchers that the compartment didn't need filth like them in it. After looking Hermione up and down, he then added with a smug grin on his face that maybe she wasn't as filthy as he used to think. " With a look like that, I wouldn't even mind her sitting right here." He patted his lap and looked at Hermione with a huge smirk on his face. Her look and outlook on life may have changed, but her disgust with Malfoy hadn't. "In your dreams, Ferret." With that she slammed the compartment door closed and the outlines of the Gryffindors walked away.
He added to his mental notes on Granger that she would definitely be something he might want to get to know a little better. And what was that he had seen on her right arm? Could Granger really have gotten a tattoo? And her navel pierced? And her hair dyed? Was that even Granger he had seen with the Weasels and Pothead? It must have been, no one else but the golden trio ever called him ferret and that was most definitely the mudblood's voice. She had changed a lot over the summer. *For the better. Maybe I can get her for my own. It'll take a lot to win HER over, but THAT was most definitely worth the effort. Damn Granger's gotten hot!*
In reality, there was. Hogwarts was part of the wizarding world. Her home was in muggle society. She didn't know if she would have to choose one or the other when she left school, and she wasn't sure that she wanted to. She loved her parents, and the technology that came with their world, such as electronics. Her new CD player meant just a little too much to her. She was debating whether she should ask Dumbledore if he could allow her to use it in the school or just keep it hidden away until the school year ended like most appropriate children would do. She was going to do that, but over the past summer, she had started a band with some other kids in her neighborhood. She needed to write lyrics and she had their music, or at least their own individual parts so she could use the compiler on her pc at home to put it all together once she recorded the lyrics, so that she could put lyrics to the beat of what they had. She really wanted to help the band out over the school year, and all the other bands they had gotten her to listen to were waiting for her ears inside her disc case. She really couldn't dream of giving up her music from the moment she got to the school to the time when she left it forever. She was going to ask the headmaster the moment she got alone with him, which would likely be soon as she was made head girl for the year.
As for the present moment, she was looking for the Weasleys and Harry. It didn't take her long to find the two red heads and the green-eyed wizard. They weren't very mistakable in a crowd. She walked up to them and put her arms over Harry's in a hug from behind. (A/N Hermione is going to obviously be shorter than Harry, so he is hiding her from the view of the Weasley siblings and Harry won't be able to see her if she's behind him, so no one has yet seen her) After letting go, she almost yelled out a very excited "Hey guys." The three turned to her and just gaped. She had forgotten how differently she looked. She no longer was the pretty little girl with frizzy brown hair and her face inside a book. Her waist long STRAIGHT hair was died a perfect black that faded to a white that would make snow ashamed. She was wearing a black tank top that stopped right above her bellybutton that exposed a very sinister looking piercing. On her upper right arm was a tattoo picturing a wilted rose that had three drops of blood falling from it with the words "Bloodstaind Roses" written under it in extravagant cursive lettering. She had bright red eye shadow and deep black eyeliner in a strange loop at the end over each eye and under was a very carefully drawn drop of blood at the outside corner in deep red.
She had on pure black lipstick that made her face even paler then it was, for Hermione hadn't seen much sun all summer, so she was naturally a pale cream color and all her dark, disturbing make-up accentuated her natural paleness. She was wearing a pair of camouflage pants that hung low on her hips that would have easily hung lower had she not been wearing a tight black triple grommet belt. Her large, extremely heavy looking army boots finished off the look that the bookworm in her past wouldn't have dreamed to have ever worn. She knew that her friends would have been surprised, but she thought their reactions were a little extreme. "Hello, it's not that different. You don't need to stare. I'm still Hermione Granger, you know. I've changed, everyone does. It's just my looks; I'm still the same girl on the inside. You've changed since first year; I have the same right to do the same. Ok, you can stop staring at me. Stop staring. Stop your bloody staring!" her friends looked at the ground, obviously ashamed that they had insulted their best friend in such a way.
"We're sorry Hermione. Didn't mean to stare. It's just the hair and the makeup and the piercing and the outfit, it's all so different But then there's the tattoo and the attitude and you don't act the same, it's like you're not the same person at all." Harry was trying to not sound too insulting, but he wasn't doing a very good job.
"Harry, didn't I warn you that my appearance would be a little. different?"
"Well, yes, but."
"But its extremely different," Ron finished. " You don't even look like our Mione anymore."
Hermione cringed at the nickname she had learnt to despise. " You have two options. Either you call me Maya or Hermione. If I EVER hear somebody call me Mione ever again I will scream. And I will tell you right now; I can scream very well now that I'm in a rock band. You don't want me to scream. Ever."
Her friends could tell from the look in her eye that she was serious. They all just nodded in fear that she might try to chew their heads off if they said any words. Finally Ginny decided to say that they might want to find a compartment before they were all filled up. As they were looking, they opened up one that, to their dismay, held Draco Malfoy and his two "yidiots" (A/N yidiots is a term I fell upon while insulting my friend. I had been trying to say you idiot but it came out yidiot. I've been calling her that ever since. Since the only thing that I would ever have to say after crabbe or goyle had said something would be to call them an idiot, so instead of writing out their names whenever they are both being referred to, im just going to call them the yidiots. Peashe)
Malfoy smirked and said to the four searchers that the compartment didn't need filth like them in it. After looking Hermione up and down, he then added with a smug grin on his face that maybe she wasn't as filthy as he used to think. " With a look like that, I wouldn't even mind her sitting right here." He patted his lap and looked at Hermione with a huge smirk on his face. Her look and outlook on life may have changed, but her disgust with Malfoy hadn't. "In your dreams, Ferret." With that she slammed the compartment door closed and the outlines of the Gryffindors walked away.
He added to his mental notes on Granger that she would definitely be something he might want to get to know a little better. And what was that he had seen on her right arm? Could Granger really have gotten a tattoo? And her navel pierced? And her hair dyed? Was that even Granger he had seen with the Weasels and Pothead? It must have been, no one else but the golden trio ever called him ferret and that was most definitely the mudblood's voice. She had changed a lot over the summer. *For the better. Maybe I can get her for my own. It'll take a lot to win HER over, but THAT was most definitely worth the effort. Damn Granger's gotten hot!*
