Chapter one: Hermione
Over the summer i did a lot of assessment of who i was, and why i was this. This summer i realized i'm tired of being taken for granted and used as a library. I came to this realization while overseas with my family. We went to the united states where i learned who i rally was, made friends, and the most fun that i had had in a long time.
You might wonder why i felt taken for granted and used, but if you were a Gryffindor you would know exactly what i meant.Harry and Ron only passed their classes because of my tutoring, and only evaded old voldie by my smarts. I was nothing more than a magic eight ball on legs, someone to give advice and give answers. They didn't care for me as a friend. I mean really, they only became my friends because I took the blame in first year about the trolls. That and they felt bad about making fun of me in the first place when i was such a nice person. But leading me on as a friend was worse. They didn't even send one owl this whole summer. All the Gryffindors noticed "The Golden Trio" wasn't what it used to be. Yet no one really mentioned it for fear that Voldemort would feel lucky and rise again knowing that no one would be able to outsmart him.
This year i wasn't going to let them use me, i've changed. And i've changed for the better. I was still smart but no longer a know-it-all, I filled out in all the right places, dressed better, and finally figured out how to manage my hair. And all i was hoping for my seventh year was for Harry and Ron to not be the Head Boy. I really doubted those twits would be able to but still that crackpot still favored them above everyone else. I was made Head Girl, there was no competition there except for that one Ravenclaw idiot. I also really hoped that the rumor of the heads living together wasn't a rumor because living with Lavender and that Patel's rambling about boys was starting to wear on my nerves.
Contemplating all my changes I got out of my hot bath, wrapped myself in my favorite fluffy black towel and grabbed a second to dry my hair as I decided what to wear. I finally decided to wear a dark green halter top with white polka dots, faded jeans and white flip-flops to match my top. I laid my outfit on my bed while I tackled my hair. After blow drying and straightening my hair it was perfection. Hairspray was added then i went to work on my makeup. I a pplied a small amount of black eyeshadow to my lids to go for the smokey eyes look. I added mascara, a bit of concealor, and lipgloss to finish my look. I threw on my clothes, grabbed my keys and went on my way to say my goodbyes. Father got my luggage as my mother fretted about my late start and about the traffic and about being safe around boys. Father and I laughed at her fretts and said our goodbyes.
"Mum! I promise that I will write to you as much as i can, i will drive safe and stay away from the horny boys. Don't worry so much you worry wart! But I must be going! I'm horribly late!" I said enjoying her disomfort about the 'horny boys' statment, she was very much a prude.
And before my parents could say another word I jumped into my car, seeing how fast my cute little red convertable could go.
I sped twoards Kings Cross thinking about how different my last year would be.
DISCALIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER.
((Author's Note: I haven't written Fan Ficton in a long time so imma little rusty. That and i don't have spell check::dies: So excuse the horrible spelling and little mistakes. I realize she's a little 'Out Of Character' but she has changed. oh and next chapter will be longer! 3 ))