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SUMMER BEFORE YEAR 7

Hermione Granger sat at her desk looking at her appearance. A lot had changed about our favorite little book worm. Her unruly hair had been trained into perfect, beautiful brown curls. Her gorgeous big brown eyes glistened with mischief and her lips plump and a dazzling shade of red. Her petite body standing at a mere 5'3" curved at just the right places, giving her the figure that every girl dreams of.

(All of the italixed writing is straight from the 6th book, Hermione's point of view, end of page 301, all of page 302)

"Er… does he?" said Harry.

"Don't pretend you didn't see him," I said, "He wasn't exactly hiding it, was-?"

The door behind them burst open. To Harry's horror, Ron cam in, laughing, pulling Lavender by the hand.

"Oh," He said, drawing up a short at the sight of Harry and me.

"Oops!" said Lavender, and she backed out of the room, giggling. The door swung shut behind her.

There was a horrible, swelling, billowing silence. I stared at Ron, who refused to look at me, but said with an odd mixture of bravado and awkwardness, "Hi, Harry! Wondered where you'd got to!"

I slid off the desk. The little flock of golden birds continued to twitter in circles above my head, making me look like a strange, feathery model of the solar system.

"You shouldn't keep Lavender waiting outside," I said quietly. "She'll wonder where you've gone."

I walked very slowly and erectly toward the door. Harry glanced at Ron who was looking relieved that nothing worse had happened.

"Oppugno!" I shrieked from the doorway.

Harry spun around to see me pointing my wand at Ron, my expression wild: The little flock of birds was speeding like a hail of fat gold bullets toward Ron, who yelped and covered his face with his hands, but the birds attacked, pecking and clawing at every bit of flesh they could reach.

"Gerremoffme!" he yelled, but with one last look of vindictive fury, I wrenched open the door and disappeared through it. I hope no one heard my sobs.

"I hate her." I mumbled under my breath, slipping my night gown off and heading into my bathroom. I did my normal, Shampoo, Condition, Wash Body, Then Rinse. The heat of the water calmed me, soothed me. Steam rose and the mugginess of the room felt great against my skin. I stepped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my figure.

"I know!" I thought aloud, a mischevious smirk crept up on my face, "I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget! I'll become the one thing he desires but can not have!" In my mind, I formulated the perfect plan.

What do men want? Of course, they want a hot, sexy women who hasn't a single thought of their own and does whatever the man wants. Take Malfoy and Pansy! And then there is the all too famous Ron and Lavender! I snapped the pencil I held in my hand while I was doing my summer work. Perfect. Then it's set. I'll start first thing tomarrow, after all, school starts again in only 2 days.