Hey guys, this is my second fic, first one, I enjoyed writing but ended it abruptly because of a few reasons, anyway this is a different kind of fic to my previous one. The characters are all OOC, this is presuming I know what OOC means, but I think I do. So if you don't like those kind of fics then don't read this one. Reviews are all welcomed with open arms, but if you are going to criticise then try to be constructive, don't tell what I can and can't do please J.   

Maybe

Her reflection smiled back at her as a young girl of about 16 watched the curls and frizz in her hair smooth away under the fierce heat of her expensive straighteners. They were well worth the money the girl thought for the hundredth time, she couldn't live without them. Turning them off and putting them down she shed her dressing gown and began to dress. She picked up a short denim skirt and slid in to it, admiring her curves in the mirror as she did so, then she pulled a light yellow t-shirt on, it had short sleeves just over her shoulder and a low v-neck. Once done she pulled a pair of denim strapped wedges out of her wardrobe and put them by the door. Turning to her mirror once more she slicked on some black eyeliner and a honey coloured eye shadow to enhance her deep brown eyes. To finish the effect she pulled out her favourite shimmering lip gloss and spread it across her lips. Smiling once more at her reflection she blew a kiss to the mirror, put her make up bag in to another larger bag that was strangely empty, waiting for her new years school books, and walked out of the room picking up her wedges on the way.

This year was her first year at Heathfield 6th form college. Lower sixth. She and all of her friends were going there and she couldn't wait. It would be just like all of the other years, she and Harry together, the schools most famous couple and all her best friends, Lavender, Parvati, Ron, Dean and Seamus. The popular group of the school, everyone wanted to be them or be friends with them. She was just about to walk out the door when she heard a call from the kitchen.

"Hermione sweet heart, don't forget your sandwiches, I've made your lunch for you."

She quickly walked in to the kitchen, and took the bag from her smiling father, then leaning up she kissed him on the cheek.

"Thank you Daddy, what would I do without you?" She said sweetly.

"It's no problem honey, have a good time today." He replied.

"I will Daddy. It's going to be just like last year." She said smiling.

Without even glancing in the mirror the young boy pulled on an old pair of faded blue jeans and dragged a white t-shirt over his head. His silver blond hair that had grown to a length just longer than his ears fell in to his eyes as he looked about for his tattered school bag. He pulled it out from under his bed and placed a few pens and pencils in to it.

Walking down the stairs slowly he thought about the year to come. First year at Heathgrove 6th form college. Just because his parents couldn't afford to send him to a private college where he was more than clever enough to go. Now he would have to suffer. A tall slim woman watched him sadly as he came down the stairs looking utterly depressed.

"Maybe this year will be different sweet heart." She said a small smile forming on her lips.

'Maybe' he thought to himself as he opened the front door and left without saying anything. She said that every year, and every year was no different. However a glimmer of hope sprung in his mind. Maybe this year would be different, it was lower 6th after all.

"I hope this year is different," He whispered as he closed the front door.

First chapter, what do you think? Think I should write more? Review review!