Disclaimer: I don't own them, I have just taken over their fates for a collection of stories that keep annoying me.

A/N: This chapter is very rambling and pointless, but bare with it, it's just setting the scene for the story.

Hermione sighed as she stared out the window of her boring, muggle house. She longed to get back to Hogwarts, but she still had three weeks left of summer. She had tried to stretch her homework out, so that she would be able to do something with her magic, but she had finished it all yesterday. Crookshanks leapt onto her bed and she stroked him fondly.

"Oh Crookshanks, are you missing them too." He purred and rubbed his head on her arm. She played with his ears for a time, then went to her wardrobe and got out her trunk. Her wand was on top of her other things, and she got it out and played with it. She flicked it about a bit, although obviously she didn't do any magic.

She sighed again, and ran her fingers over the thin piece of wood. This wand had saved hers and Harry and Ron's lives so many times in the last six years. But now she was approaching her last year in school and she felt she had grown up in that time. She took a look at herself in the mirror. She had had her hair straightened and had blonde streaks put into it. She found herself wearing clothes like figure-hugging hipsters and tube tops more and more. She had definitely changed from the frumpy know-it-all of six years ago.

She wondered what Ron and Harry were going to day when they saw her new image, as she played with her belly button stud. She had decided to change the way she looked because she was bored of no one ever noticing her. Everyone she knew had had a serious relationship at some point in his or her lives. Ron and Parvati were inseparable and Harry had even had a whirlwind romance with Cho. She had felt frumpy and unwanted in her armchair alone, whilst her two best friends sat on the sofa with their arms around their girlfriends.

She had thrown herself into her studies, even more than she had done before, learning new charms and spells, researching so many potions even Snape had to be impressed with her. She had practically single-handily won the house cup for Gryfindor with the amount of points she had won in classes. Harry and Ron had never noticed this strange behaviour, being so wrapped up in their own happiness.

Now she yearned more than ever to be back in the castle, so she can make herself a better witch. But for now all she could do was wait for her supply list. Now that Voldemort was dead, Harry had gone to stay with Ron for the summer, she was happy for him of course, she had never enjoyed her summer when she thought of him with those awful relatives, but she couldn't help but feel left out, as if they now they had started dated, there was no place for her in their lives anymore.

She wandered about stairs to where her father was reading the newspaper. He looked at her fondly and said, "How's my favourite witch?" She smiled, her parents were both very proud of her abilities, although of course they never told anyone about her, but merely passed away her long absences as her being away at a boarding school for gifted children. No one ever questioned this, as she was well known for her intelligence.

"Hermione!" her mother called her from the other room. "There's a letter from your school here! Hermione rushed into the kitchen, where her mother was stroking the feathers of a large tawny owl. She handed her the letter and Hermione opened it hungrily. Two letters fell out.

One was the usual supply list and Hermione laid it aside as she opened the other one. She screamed and jumped up and down, causing the tawny owl to ruffle its feathers and swoop out of the window.

"Mum! Mum! I'm Head Girl! I'm Head Girl!" Her dad came in to see what all the commotion was about, only to find the girls jumping up and down with glee. From their hysterical shouting, he managed to find out one thing; Hermione had been chosen for Head Girl.

A/N: Yes I know it was boring but chin up! It's read now and we can get onto the good old-fashioned teenage fic. Angelbreaker style (heh heh) *enjoys Hermione's worried look*