1AN: New story! I will now be writing two stories at once, this one and The Freedom of a Birdand this one will be second priority to the latter. Please, enjoy!! This chapter won't be very long because its only a prologue, but the first real chapter will be longer, so stick around!
Prologue
With an enormous yawn, Hermione Granger woke up early on a bright September morning. Today was to be her first day of seventh year! She was determined that this year would be different from the other six. Hermione had made it her first priority to change over the course of the summer. When it came to grades, being a bookworm had its uses. After all, she was the top of her class, and this caused her to be appointed Head Girl. However, because she looked like a bookworm, the only boyfriend she had ever had was a foreigner, from whom she couldn't understand a single word.
She was tired of being overlooked because of her bookish appearance, and so she had a completely new look. She had given up her boring white button-ups for funky tops. She traded in her dress slacks for skirts, dresses, and jeans. She experimented over the course of the summer with make-up, and even learned how to tame her hair without excessive amounts of Sleak-Eazy. She didn't know how much her change would show, but she would find out soon.
Soon, she would see Harry and Ron. Hermione had always based her choices off of the judgments of these two. If they told her to give the books a rest, she would do it. If they told her, however indirectly, that she wasn't feminine enough, she would spray herself with perfume the next day. Anything they said that made her feel like she needed a change would alter her. She would change herself because they told her to.
But, strangely enough, they weren't the reason she had changed over the summer.
Ever since first year, Hermione had been in love. She didn't know in first year that it was serious. She thought it was just a stupid crush, and ignored it. In the second, third, fourth, and fifth years, this stupid little crush continued to grow until, by sixth year, it had spiraled out of proportion. And now, in the seventh year, Hermione would no longer ignore it. She was ready to admit to herself that she was in love, and hopefully she would earn the affections of her beloved.
This year, Hermione Granger would find a way to admit to him that she loved Draco Malfoy. And no amount of judgments from Ron and Harry would change that.
She hoped that she had been successful in her makeover. She was sick of admiring Draco from afar. She wanted to find a way to finally be in his arms, for once and for all.