Author's Note: Hi, this is my first fanfic. so if you could please read and review that would be wonderful. Constructive criticism is always and forever welcome, but please don't just torch the story. If you don't like it, that's fine, but please leave helpful suggestions on how to make it better. Sorry if anyone seems a bit OOC, but hey, it's my story and this is how I want them to act. Thanks.

Heart, Em.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot. Sad but true.

Some have called it a phase, others a rebellion, some going as far as to deem it a breakdown, but I call it a revelation, and awakening if you will. I, Hermione Jean Granger, no longer aspire to be the know-it-all bookworm, Harry's sidekick, the "brains" of the Golden Trio. I want to be more than a reference book with legs and a face, and I definitely do not want to continue to be Ronald Weasley's last resort girlfriend. He's a nice guy, but he doesn't even kiss well. No, I want someone else, someone who can keep up with me, someone hotter, someone more badass, someone forbidden.

I want Draco Malfoy.

So with this in mind, I did what every rational girl in my position would have done – I packed my entire frumpy wardrobe into a trunk and went shopping. Gone were the baggy jeans and loose t-shirts, move aside lumpy sweaters and sensible sneakers. Enter in short mini-skirts and body hugging blouses, hello there sexy jackets and killer heals (to use the Muggle term).

Now, you might be asking yourself how my parents are possibly okay with this little transformation of mine, but, the truth is… they're still in Australia. After the war, I went down to return their memories and bring them home, but they seemed so happy and I just couldn't bring myself to ruin it for them. I am 18 now, so I'm legal in both the Wizarding and the Muggle world, and I have enough money in my inheritance from my late grandparents that I don't have to worry about getting a job while I'm finishing up my last year of school. It's true, I do miss my parents, but this is best for everyone. After everything I had to do and see during the war, I wouldn't be the same daughter they would remember. I've changed. The nightmares are a constant reminder of what can happen, and I've decided to adopt a new motto of living it up while I still can, hence the seemingly sudden change in perspective. Harry and Ron sure have taken some time to get used to this change, but they eventually got over it, and of course Ginny was on board from day one. She says that she likes the more fun me, being a wild child herself. We went out a lot this summer and she introduced me to the wonderful world of firewhiskey. I know, me Hermione, miss super strict rule follower drinking, but you know what – I don't give a shit. It's my life; I may as well have fun. It's not like I'm a total drunk, I just do it on occasion. It really helps when the nightmares get too bad to deal with by myself, and I know there are potions or medication that can do that, but neither is as fun.

Anyways, I'm sitting in my room at my computer right now, updating my iPod. I absolutely love Muggle music, and because they don't have computers at school, I have to get all of my new songs when I'm home on breaks. This may come as a surprise, although by now you should really just start to expect any and everything from me, but I have a thing for rap and hip hop. The dirtier the song, the better. I don't know why, but singing and listening to them makes me feel sexier and so much more self-confident. I'm just finishing the final download when I hear a familiar tapping on my bedroom window. I open the window to let the owl in and feed it a treat before taking the scroll off of its leg and letting it fly away. The letter has the Hogwarts crest on it, but it feels heavier than the letters from previous years. That can only mean one thing. My breathing picks up and my heart starts to pound as I hurry to open it. When I've finally managed to get the damn thing open, and as I pull the letter out, a small shiny object comes with it. Yes! It's the Head Girl's badge. Finally, what I've been working my whole academic career for. I'm so excited! All of those years of studying have actually paid off. Hey, just because I may seem super badass now doesn't mean I have completely thrown away my educational goals. I multitask now. This is awesome, I managed to procure the top academic position at the school, and it doesn't hurt that I get to have my own private room as well. I decide to hold off with telling Harry, Ron, and Ginny about it by letter, it'll be so much better in person, and I begin to pack my things into my trunk in preparation for my departure tomorrow.

Next Day

I give myself a final once over in the mirror just to make sure everything looks perfect. I have on my new favorite ripped pair of short cut off jean shorts and an off the shoulder t-shirt that's pale pink, tissue paper thin, and super soft. My wavy hair is loose around my shoulders, and I've decided to go for a more natural look, only putting some eyeliner and mascara on my eyes to give them a slight smoky look. I look at the clock and relies it's time to go. Quickly shoving my feet into a pair of tan flip flops, I shrink my trunk and put in my pocket along with my wand and my Head Girl badge. Armed with and arsenal of push up bras, smudgy eyeliner, and enough hair potion to make even my frizzy locks lay in smooth waves, I set out for my final year at Hogwarts.