Queen of the World
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Hermione gazed at her reflection in her mirror, which was sitting atop her maple wood dresser. Tilting her head to the side, Hermione wondered why the guys at Hogwarts didn't look at her like they looked at Lavender, Parvati, Cho, and the rest of the female population. Was it because she didn't flaunt her body around like the rest of the little at her school? Because she wasn't pretty enough?
"No," Hermione shook her head to get the latter thought out of her head. "I am pretty," she thought. "I just don't let anyone see it." She reached out for her small white leather pocketbook. "Well, it's my last year at Hogwarts. Might as well give them all a shock." Looking away from the mirror, she flounced out the door of her room, closing the white door behind her, a new energy flowing through her veins.
Most people thought Hermione lived in a quaint little house in the muggle world. What they didn't know was that her parents were the richest people in the muggle world. Hermione lived in a mansion so big that if she lost a pair of shoes, she could count on them not turining up till the next year. Her parents were hardly ever around, but when they were they treated her kindly with the utmost respect. Hermione didn't really mind them not being around, because it gave her more time to think and to study. Not that she really needed to.
Rounding the corner of the last of the twenty flights of stairs from her room to the lowest level of the house, Hermione was out of breath. Her parents had asked countless times if she wanted them to install an elevator, but Hermione refused, because she thought a little bit of exercise wouldn't do her any harm. The entrance hall was dancing with every color of the rainbow since the huge chandeliar was reflecting the sunlight. Hermione smiled and slowly strolled toward the door, scribbled down a note for her parents, which they probably wouldn't read and turned the doorknob. She slid into the driver's seat of her blue Mustang convertible and turned the key. The engine roared to life and Hermione backed out of the driveway. Turning the dial, Hermione searched for her favorite radio station and grinned when the song "Boulevard or Broken Dreams" roared through her surrond sound speakers.
After about an hour of driving, Hermione pulled into the parking lot of the most expensive mall in California, the state where she lived. She received a few disapproving glances as she strode into the mall, which Hermione supposed were because of her casual attire, torn jeans, Keds, and a Green Day t-shirt. Dissmissing the looks, Hermione comforted herself with the fact that when she walked out of that mall, everyone would look at her like she was the queen of the world.
