o Tickled Pink o
"I guess this is it," Hermione Granger sighed. She was sitting in the back seat of her parents' car on the way to the train station. She would be beginning her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She knew this would be her final trip to the station and with this thought a single wistful tear slid down her cheek. As King's Cross came into view she felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. A lot had happened over the summer and she wasn't sure how her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasly, would react.
Yes, a long and confusing summer it had been. She had first of all found out that she was not in fact the daughter of the Granger dentists. Or so her blood said anyway. She had went to donate blood the minute she turned 17 and had soon discovered that her blood type was not plausible with her parents'. When she presented this information to the Grangers they told her that she had been adopted when she was a baby, and was not even a muggle-born. Both her biological parents had come from long lines of pure magical blood. She had not been told much about her real parents and had not asked. She would always be Hermione Granger, the daughter of Cheryl and Harold Granger. Blood didn't really matter to her.
If this weren't enough information for the two boys to swallow her appearance change would definitely fill the goblet. She had been introduced to punk rock music over the summer by one of her friends and had instantly fallen in love with it and it had caused a major change in the way she looked. Her hair was no longer brown and bushy but smooth, sleek, and... pink. Hot pink, actually, and the underside was a deep raven black. She had pierced her eyebrow, navel, and her tongue. Her parents had not been too fond of this change and had failed to give their consent until Hermione reminded them 'subtly' about how they had lied to her for 17 years. Needless to say, they had complied.
Hermione gave a final sigh as her parents parked at the station. She stepped out of the car, the September sun glinting off her tight leather pants. A gust of cool autumn wind swept past her and she pulled her black hoodie tighter around her.
"Are you excited, Hun? Head Girl... I still can't believe it. You will definitely have your work cut out for you, eh?"
"Yeah, mum, but it should be fun. I wonder who Head Boy is... definitely not Harry or Ron, they don't study enough." Her mother laughed as they neared the barrier for platform 9 ¾.
"Well, Good luck, Sweetie, make mum and dad proud."
"I'll try Mum, I really will." She gave her mother and father a final hug and pushed her cart through the brick wall.
As she walked towards the train she glanced up at the beautiful golden clock. 10:58. She had barely made it, she quickly rid herself of her trunk and found her way to the compartment her and her three closest friends usually shared, the third being Ginny Weasly, Ron's younger sister. She was only a year behind them and was the one Hermione went to with problems and ideas that male minds could not comprehend.
She turned the corner to the compartment and smiled as she saw her friends.
"Hey, guys!" she said cheerily.
"Oh, hello," replied Harry, "can we help you?"
"Err... it's me-"
"Hermione?!" screeched Ginny. "WOW! Look at you!"
"Hermione? Huh? OMIGOD, HERMIONE!" A shocked Ron gaped at her, the look on his face quite similar to the one Harry wore.
"Wow, 'Mione. You sure look creep- err, nice." He said as Ginny elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
"I love it Hermione! You look beautiful!" Ginny said, looking genuinely happy for her.
"Thanks, Gin, you look great too."
Harry was still silent, his green eyes staring into her own heavily lined cocoa ones. "Well," he finally said, "Definitely different Hermione, but beautiful as always. What made you decide to go that colour?"
She smiled and took a seat beside Ron, across from the other two. "I guess I just felt tickled pink," she laughed and continued, "So, how was your guys' summer?"
Ron hesitated and Ginny cut in, "It was absolutely boring as almighty Hell." Ron laughed.
"It wasn't that bad Gin, but yeah, it was boring."
"I got to at least stay with them for a month of the holidays this time," Harry interjected. "So it wasn't as bad as my summers used to be. How come you did come 'Mione?"
"Well, I had a very long confusing summer." She told them about her parents and the blood test and being adopted. She didn't, however, tell them of her pureblood heritage.
"Wow, Hermione. Are you OK with all this?" Ron asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Yes, actually. I have no desire to meet my real parents, because I think that will just confuse me more. Maybe I will later, but for now the simplicity of having only one set of parents seems more desirable to me."
They asked a few more questions and she answered them the best she could. Being careful not to mention her lack of muggle blood.
The conversation, as usual, turned to Quidditch and her, being the only one not on the team, fell silent and took out her MP3 player, knowing that the closer they got to Hogwarts the shorter her time with The Clash, her favorite band, would be. Electrical devices did not work at Hogwarts, there was too much magic in the air.
Just then, Professor McGonagall came to their compartment door.
"Ms Granger?"
"Yes?" The strawberry locked girl answered.
"Oh my, Hermione... err, you are to meet the Head Boy in the Heads compartment as soon as possible."
"Yes, Professor." The older woman turned promptly on her heel and left.
"Oh yeah! I forgot about that, Hermione. D'you know who the Head Boy is?" Ron asked.
"No, not yet, I suppose I'll find out soon won't I?"
"S'pect so," He grinned.
"Well, see y'all"
"Bye, 'Mione!" They chorused as she walked out of the door.
A/N: Well, thanks to anyone that read this. I know it's not really long or anything, but I'm just getting started and I didn't want to rush into things. Anyways, thanks again. PLEASE take the time to R/R!! This is my first fanfiction.net story and I could really use your constructive criticism and ideas!
Ciao Bellas! Mandee
"I guess this is it," Hermione Granger sighed. She was sitting in the back seat of her parents' car on the way to the train station. She would be beginning her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She knew this would be her final trip to the station and with this thought a single wistful tear slid down her cheek. As King's Cross came into view she felt a flutter of nervousness in her stomach. A lot had happened over the summer and she wasn't sure how her two best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasly, would react.
Yes, a long and confusing summer it had been. She had first of all found out that she was not in fact the daughter of the Granger dentists. Or so her blood said anyway. She had went to donate blood the minute she turned 17 and had soon discovered that her blood type was not plausible with her parents'. When she presented this information to the Grangers they told her that she had been adopted when she was a baby, and was not even a muggle-born. Both her biological parents had come from long lines of pure magical blood. She had not been told much about her real parents and had not asked. She would always be Hermione Granger, the daughter of Cheryl and Harold Granger. Blood didn't really matter to her.
If this weren't enough information for the two boys to swallow her appearance change would definitely fill the goblet. She had been introduced to punk rock music over the summer by one of her friends and had instantly fallen in love with it and it had caused a major change in the way she looked. Her hair was no longer brown and bushy but smooth, sleek, and... pink. Hot pink, actually, and the underside was a deep raven black. She had pierced her eyebrow, navel, and her tongue. Her parents had not been too fond of this change and had failed to give their consent until Hermione reminded them 'subtly' about how they had lied to her for 17 years. Needless to say, they had complied.
Hermione gave a final sigh as her parents parked at the station. She stepped out of the car, the September sun glinting off her tight leather pants. A gust of cool autumn wind swept past her and she pulled her black hoodie tighter around her.
"Are you excited, Hun? Head Girl... I still can't believe it. You will definitely have your work cut out for you, eh?"
"Yeah, mum, but it should be fun. I wonder who Head Boy is... definitely not Harry or Ron, they don't study enough." Her mother laughed as they neared the barrier for platform 9 ¾.
"Well, Good luck, Sweetie, make mum and dad proud."
"I'll try Mum, I really will." She gave her mother and father a final hug and pushed her cart through the brick wall.
As she walked towards the train she glanced up at the beautiful golden clock. 10:58. She had barely made it, she quickly rid herself of her trunk and found her way to the compartment her and her three closest friends usually shared, the third being Ginny Weasly, Ron's younger sister. She was only a year behind them and was the one Hermione went to with problems and ideas that male minds could not comprehend.
She turned the corner to the compartment and smiled as she saw her friends.
"Hey, guys!" she said cheerily.
"Oh, hello," replied Harry, "can we help you?"
"Err... it's me-"
"Hermione?!" screeched Ginny. "WOW! Look at you!"
"Hermione? Huh? OMIGOD, HERMIONE!" A shocked Ron gaped at her, the look on his face quite similar to the one Harry wore.
"Wow, 'Mione. You sure look creep- err, nice." He said as Ginny elbowed him sharply in the ribs.
"I love it Hermione! You look beautiful!" Ginny said, looking genuinely happy for her.
"Thanks, Gin, you look great too."
Harry was still silent, his green eyes staring into her own heavily lined cocoa ones. "Well," he finally said, "Definitely different Hermione, but beautiful as always. What made you decide to go that colour?"
She smiled and took a seat beside Ron, across from the other two. "I guess I just felt tickled pink," she laughed and continued, "So, how was your guys' summer?"
Ron hesitated and Ginny cut in, "It was absolutely boring as almighty Hell." Ron laughed.
"It wasn't that bad Gin, but yeah, it was boring."
"I got to at least stay with them for a month of the holidays this time," Harry interjected. "So it wasn't as bad as my summers used to be. How come you did come 'Mione?"
"Well, I had a very long confusing summer." She told them about her parents and the blood test and being adopted. She didn't, however, tell them of her pureblood heritage.
"Wow, Hermione. Are you OK with all this?" Ron asked, his voice filled with concern.
"Yes, actually. I have no desire to meet my real parents, because I think that will just confuse me more. Maybe I will later, but for now the simplicity of having only one set of parents seems more desirable to me."
They asked a few more questions and she answered them the best she could. Being careful not to mention her lack of muggle blood.
The conversation, as usual, turned to Quidditch and her, being the only one not on the team, fell silent and took out her MP3 player, knowing that the closer they got to Hogwarts the shorter her time with The Clash, her favorite band, would be. Electrical devices did not work at Hogwarts, there was too much magic in the air.
Just then, Professor McGonagall came to their compartment door.
"Ms Granger?"
"Yes?" The strawberry locked girl answered.
"Oh my, Hermione... err, you are to meet the Head Boy in the Heads compartment as soon as possible."
"Yes, Professor." The older woman turned promptly on her heel and left.
"Oh yeah! I forgot about that, Hermione. D'you know who the Head Boy is?" Ron asked.
"No, not yet, I suppose I'll find out soon won't I?"
"S'pect so," He grinned.
"Well, see y'all"
"Bye, 'Mione!" They chorused as she walked out of the door.
A/N: Well, thanks to anyone that read this. I know it's not really long or anything, but I'm just getting started and I didn't want to rush into things. Anyways, thanks again. PLEASE take the time to R/R!! This is my first fanfiction.net story and I could really use your constructive criticism and ideas!
Ciao Bellas! Mandee