Hello all. My name's Reilly, I'm taking over this story for Kate ( .Adorable). She gave me permission to do this, so please don't think I've stolen the story from her or anything like that. I'm really looking forward to writing this for you all. It's my dream to be an author, and I thought I should probably just start with characters that aren't mine and just focus on plot line for the first couple of tries. I hope to actually finish this.

Anyways, please leave a review and let me know what you think of the changes I've made and leave any feedback you see fit, I won't be offended in the slightest. I really hope you all enjoy.

-Reilly

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Hermione sat down in the salon chair and took a deep breath. It was two days before she was to return to Hogwarts for her seventh year and she was stressing. The summer had been hectic enough, with her flying and apparating all over Europe to talk to ministry officials and do interviews with wizarding magazines and visiting schoolmates at St. Mungos; now she had to prepare to go back and she had forgotten just how stressful preparing for school was. Not to mention she was Head Girl, a whole other boatload of responsibilities.

Her day had so far consisted of going to Diagon Alley to get her school books, only to find out that they had no more copies of the seventh year potions book. It was practically unheard of for Flourish & Blotts to run out of anything at all, so she had no idea what to do. Thankfully, they redirected her to another, slightly less popular bookstore, and it was there in abundance. Then, her Mum wanted to go shopping for some Muggle clothes at the department store and they ran into one her chums and stood there catching up for almost half an hour. Hermione escaped only with the excuse that she needed a haircut and told her mom to meet her at the salon when she was done reminiscing.

She looked at the list in her lap, waiting for the hair dresser to come around. She had only accomplished three of the seven things on her list and immediately begin meticulously scheduling the next thirty-six hours of her life.

"Oh my word," came a voice from behind her. She looked up and in the mirror saw a man about her height with spiky brown hair standing behind her, scissors in hand. Then she looked at her reflection, horrified. Her hair had grown. The heat of the hair salon combined with her stress had caused her hair to frizz to the maximum. There was literally a giant ball atop her head.

"Just do whatever you think would look best," said Hermione, surrendering her chaotic brown locks over to this stranger. He grinned.

"We'll start with a deep conditioning," he said. He observed the tentative look on her face. "Don't be worried," he affirmed soothingly. "When I'm done with you, you won't regret a single thing."

September 1st arrived and Hogwarts students from all around were gathering at Kings Cross for their back to school voyage. If one looked closely, the crest of Hogwarts could be seen on nearly every trunk in the station. Hermione removed her sunglasses cautiously as she entered the platform. The scarlet steam engine was a refreshing sight and everywhere you looked there were parents saying goodbye and friends saying hello. She quickly glanced around for her friends, but couldn't spot them so she decided to go put her trunk away before dong a more thorough search. Before she could take another step, she was stopped by a boy. She recognized him as Seamus Finnegan and was about to say hello when he introduced himself.

"Seamus Finnegan," he announced, grinning broadly at her. "I don't think we've been properly acquainted. I'm a seventh year in Gryffindor. What house are you in?" Hermione looked at him in shock. Then she giggled.

"Seamus," she said, now laughing outright. "Seamus, it's me. It's Hermione." She smiled bashfully at him, chuckling softly.

Seamus' eyes widened and he began to laugh too. "Hermione Granger? My word, you look different. Your hair...," he trailed off. Hermione blushed and simply nodded in response, twisting a perfect curl around her finger.

That hairdresser hadn't been wrong. Hermione's hair was gorgeous; now shoulder length and a cascade of shiny brown ringlets. It's silly to think that a flattering haircut can really change a person's appearance as much as it did to Hermione's, but this was a special case. The haircut brought out all of the stunning facial features that her mane of frizz had hidden before. Her high cheekbones, her pristine skin, her full lips, her sparkling brown eyes, just to name a few. Now that there wasn't so much hair to be distracted by, people could see her long, muscular legs, her hourglass figure, her round bust, her overall petiteness.

The overall effect was breathtaking. It was as though a veil had been lifted and the beauty of Hermione's inside was now matched by the body and face of an angel. Her new look had also brought an air of self-confidence to her. She had always been confident in her mental and magical abilities, but now Hermione felt beautiful, which wasn't really something she had felt since the Yule Ball.

"Let me help you with that trunk of yours, Hermione," Seamus said. Hermione smiled gratefully, and walked with him to the train, chatting amicably about their summers.

"HERMIONE!" yelled someone from behind her. She turned to see Ron and Harry, her two best friends in the entire world, standing back to back just yelling her name repeatedly. She was overcome with this wave of emotion at the sight of them.

"Excuse me, Seamus," she mumbled, starting towards the two boys. She broke into a run and launched herself into Ron's arms.

"Shit!" he yelled, catching himself before almost tumbling to the ground. He wrapped one arm around the small girl attached to his person. It couldn't have been Hermione. It didn't look anything like her. Smelled like her, yes. Sounded like her, yes. But...

'Who is this?' he mouthed to Harry. Harry shrugged in reply. Her face was buried in Ron's shoulder, so he couldn't exactly tell who it was either. At last, she pulled away, looking Ron right in the eyes.

"Oh, I've missed you so much, Ron," she exclaimed, kissing his cheek. She released her hold and jumped at Harry next and he caught her with ease. "You too, Harry. It's been too long." She kissed his cheek as well before stepping back on the ground.

"Her...mione?" Ron asked, eyebrows furrowed. Harry was examining her closely as well. Finally, recognition dawned on him and he hugged her again, with feeling this time. Hermione laughed and simply wrapped her arms around him in return.

Ron was still struggling.

"Hermione, you look fantastic. What did you do to you hair? Never mind, it doesn't matter, whatever you did, it's working because you are simply stunning." Harry grinned at her before hugging her again, spinning her around.

"Hermione!" exclaimed Ron, a spark of recognition in his eyes at last. He grabbed her and twirled her as well. Hermione was squealing with laughter. When he put her down, he said, "Harry's right, you look absolutely beautiful." She blushed and mumbled her thanks.

"Come on," she said, smiling happily, "Let's go get a compartment."

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-Reilly