Disclaimer: As much as I would like to own many of the characters I own nothing in this story.
Summary: At the end of year six Hermione made herself a promise to change. Year seven is slowly drawing nearer and Hermione has kept her promise and has gone even further to change her past and live her future to the outmost. As her plan goes astray who will help find the right path in life…Rated M for later chapters.
Chapter Rating: This chapter is rated R and can be read by everyone.
Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story, so I would greatly appreciate it if you guys review and give some tips on improvement. Flames are welcome as long as they have a clear point to them and not just a silly comment.
Wish Upon A Star
Chapter One:
Reflection of the past
At the end of year six Hermione made herself a promise to change her appearance. Year seven is slowly drawing nearer and Hermione has kept her promise and has gone even further to change her past and prove her strength to everyone in Hogwarts. Her once shoulder length bushy brown hair was tamed and straitened, making them into elegant brown curls falling neatly to her shoulder blades and framing her face just right. Her boring brown hair was now no longer boring brown, but was mixed with a dark blond making her look slightly slimmer and taller. She had also finally dared to pluck her eyebrows, making them a thin elegant line that curved upwards slightly. Knowing that she was far from ugly she decided not to use any extreme facial makeup, just a bit of eyeliner and mascara to highlight her eyes. Her natural beauty was enough for now. Despite all the hard work so far, the thing that worried her most was her body. There was no way she could make herself grow taller and more feminine with magic, but to her delight she had developed and grown herself over the summer and her constant worry seized existing. She now stood at one meter seventy, and with all the curves in the right places she was a knock over. Looking herself up and down in the mirror one last time Hermione padded over to her closet and pulled out a pair of tight low rider jeans and a white tank top. Pulling the clothes on, she walked back to the full length mirror in the corner of her room and looked at her reflection. The words 'I can give you my boyfriend, but don't ask me to lend you my shoes' stared back at her in the reflection. Hermione smiled to herself as she red the back-to-front text on her top. As she read the text her eyes paused on the word boyfriend and a dreamy expression covered her face. She stared at the word a second longer and snapped out of her trance. She panicked slightly as she strained her brain to remember where she had placed her head girl badge. Remembering, Hermione darted to the table and wrenched open the top drawer. Taking out the shiny badge, she walked back to the mirror and pinned it carefully to the belt area of her jeans. Staring admirably at it she looked herself directly into the eyes.
Hermione sighed and spoke to her own reflection, "Maybe this is the year…the perfect year I've been waiting for". She smiled at herself and carefully corrected one of her curls that was out of place.
"You look gorgeous my dear, now stop staring at yourself and get down to the taxi. I'm not sure your own mother will recognize you…but that's not for me to decide." Hermione snorted and coughed trying to cover her embarrassment as best as she could. Even the magical full length mirror was tired of her constantly standing in front of it.
Hermione picked up her trunk by one of the handles thinking over what the mirror had just said. Dragging it to her door she turned her head in the direction of the mirror once more, "I think that's kind of the point". Giggling quietly Hermione opened her bedroom door and started walking out.
Had the mirror had a face its expression would have been absolutely hilarious to see. It stayed quiet for a second watching the girl swing open the door and then spoke once again in the most confused tone possible, "Oh, is it dear? Ha, who would have known….he he."
Hermione smiled again as the mirrors reply drifted through the open door and to her, she stumbled to the top of the staircase and started going down letting the trunk hit each step with a thud. This year her trunk was considerably heavier than in the past six years, the newest addition was her pile of new clothes. She had put aside her old style of T-shirts and baggie pants, taking only one of each just in case. The rest of her clothes now consisted of tight jeans, mini skirts and a bunch of tops with a lot more revealing cuts than on any of the tops she had worn the past six years. Today she decide for a white tank top with a not too revealing cut at the front. She wanted to pleasantly surprise her friends and not scare them to living hell. Chuckling to herself at the image floating across in her head of Ron's and Harry's face, Hermione gasped as the trunk hit the last step with a loud thud causing her to nearly loose her grip. Recovering, she made her way to the front door and outside to the waiting taxi driver. She stopped for a second regarding the man that was getting out of the taxi. He was already in his sixties and had a very grandfatherly appearance. Deciding he was safe enough, she pulled the trunk forward till she reached the car. The old man gave her a warm smile and took the trunk, groaning slightly under its weight as he lifted it into the car trunk. Hermione quickly dashed back into the house and into the kitchen where her mother was, "Mum, the taxi is here already, I have to go."
Hermione's mum turned away from the stove and turned to smile at her daughter, "Time flies, doesn't it dear? Have a good term and be a good girl dear." The elderly woman walked up to her daughter and gave her a long hug, kissing her on the cheek.
Hermione's eyes watered slightly at the though of leaving her home, she kissed her mother on the cheek on last time and pulled away, "Yes mum I will, take care of yourself and write soon. I'll miss you." The two women held each others hands and smiled at each other. Hermione turned and walked back to the taxi, shutting the front door behind her. The taxi driver was already seated in the driver's seat and was patiently waiting for the girl to get in. Hermione got into the back and shut the door with a snap. As the car took of down the street Hermione was left with her thoughts, 'What have I done…what if all goes wrong…what if…'
Well, this is the first chapter guys, I know its rather short but for a start I think its enough. I promise I'll write more for the second chapter. Hope you like it. I have a small plan for the story and I will try to keep to it but I'm not entirely sure about it. REVIEW PLEASE….the more people review the faster I will try and update. I need to know if it's worth continuing with the story and maybe some of you guys have an idea of a plot. ) -p.earl-