The ball is just two hours away. What on Earth am I going to wear? I've
decided, tonight I'll show them. The swotty, know-it-all, boring Hermione
Granger is gone. The crazy, cool, fun, trendy Hermione Granger is here to
stay. I chose tonight for my transformation. Think I'll wear my new black
dress, the one old Hermione wouldn't dare to wear. In fact, the new one's
not too sure. It has no back, a halter neck, a long skirt, split nearly
all the way up my leg. It's all made out of silk and the bodice is
sequinned. Very expensive. Great Uncle George bought me it. Was very
dubious about it, at first, but now I'm different, aren't I?
Right, that's my dress on, hair next. Think I'll sweep it up into a twist. Hmm. Not bad. The dress is remarkably flattering. God, I feel like a tart.
O.K, make-up. That's how I feel, made-up. But I really want to be liked. Have to do this. I've got two friends. TWO!! And I'm lonely. And I have to go to this ball alone. Oh God, I wandered off track again. Twenty minutes left. I feel sick. And I have to sing. My singing teacher put me forward. Lots of people will be looking at me. They'd laugh at the old Hermione, but not me. The teacher chose a song by some muggle singer. Britney Spears or something. It's called: "I'm A Slave 4 U". It's incredibly raunchy actually. Am sure she did it on purpose. To make fun of me Aghh, I've done it again. Red lipstick. Mwah. Actually that looks OK. Bought it in Hogsmede last week. Had to lose the boys so I could buy it.
Shoes next. I got Mum to send me these. They're hers. It's quite sad really. She has loads of friends, she's really popular. It should be the other way round. Black stilettos. Nice. It took the last month to learn to walk in them. Still, it's worth it.
Check my reflection. It makes me feel quite sad actually. I wanna sit down and cry, but I can't. I'll smudge my mascara. The old Hermione wouldn't care. But I'm NOT THE OLD HEMIONE. In fact, I don't really feel like Hermione at all. I look how the girls who used to pick on me at primary school probably look now. I look like the kind of muggle girl who spent her Saturday nights catching STD's.
OK, I'm ready. Deep breaths. Stay calm. Stay cool. The new Hermione doesn't lose her cool. The old me did. But the new one doesn't. OK, off I go. Got to forget the homework that piled up today. Got to have fun. Got to show them. Right then, bye……………………………………..
Right, that's my dress on, hair next. Think I'll sweep it up into a twist. Hmm. Not bad. The dress is remarkably flattering. God, I feel like a tart.
O.K, make-up. That's how I feel, made-up. But I really want to be liked. Have to do this. I've got two friends. TWO!! And I'm lonely. And I have to go to this ball alone. Oh God, I wandered off track again. Twenty minutes left. I feel sick. And I have to sing. My singing teacher put me forward. Lots of people will be looking at me. They'd laugh at the old Hermione, but not me. The teacher chose a song by some muggle singer. Britney Spears or something. It's called: "I'm A Slave 4 U". It's incredibly raunchy actually. Am sure she did it on purpose. To make fun of me Aghh, I've done it again. Red lipstick. Mwah. Actually that looks OK. Bought it in Hogsmede last week. Had to lose the boys so I could buy it.
Shoes next. I got Mum to send me these. They're hers. It's quite sad really. She has loads of friends, she's really popular. It should be the other way round. Black stilettos. Nice. It took the last month to learn to walk in them. Still, it's worth it.
Check my reflection. It makes me feel quite sad actually. I wanna sit down and cry, but I can't. I'll smudge my mascara. The old Hermione wouldn't care. But I'm NOT THE OLD HEMIONE. In fact, I don't really feel like Hermione at all. I look how the girls who used to pick on me at primary school probably look now. I look like the kind of muggle girl who spent her Saturday nights catching STD's.
OK, I'm ready. Deep breaths. Stay calm. Stay cool. The new Hermione doesn't lose her cool. The old me did. But the new one doesn't. OK, off I go. Got to forget the homework that piled up today. Got to have fun. Got to show them. Right then, bye……………………………………..