A/N - Here I am again writing a HP fanfic Wish me luck and I hope you like it. Draco's coming soon. smile
A/N the Second – I decided that this chapter needed to be rewritten. I was getting a lot of hits on this chapter and then hardly any of the second so I figured people disliked this chapter so they didn't continue reading. Please let me know if this is better. I might delete it all together and just start the story with the second chapter.
All summer Hermione had been thinking about boys, love, and making-out. Reaching the age of 16 had proclaimed her to be a woman and she was full-fledged boy crazy. A little late, but she would do. So Hermione was bounding down the stairs to attend breakfast. Or skip it rather. Her plan was to make an excuse and head straight for the park where she was to meet Parvati and Lavendar.
Hermione had contacted them through the summer in hopes of getting advice on boys. They had exchanged tons of letters of questions and lessons on flirting and attracting boys. Personality, looks, and skills were the three main principles Hermione was taught. Today she would meet up with Parvati and Lavendar to put the principles into practice.
Setting herself at her usual place at the kitchen table overflowing with a breakfast feast, Hermione looked towards her parents and said plainly, "I'm running late as it is and don't feel that hungry. If you don't mind, I'll just be on my way."
But before she could raise herself out of the chair, Mr. Granger said sternly, "Hermione, don't leave yet. Your mother and I need to talk to you for a moment."
Hermione winced but resumed sitting and said, "Sure. What's up?"
"Hermione, dear, you are 16 now and your father and I think it best we talked to you about the magic of life and feelings about the opposite sex," Mrs. Granger said slowly and blushed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and practically laughed, "Mum. Dad. I'm fully informed about sex and things. Don't worry, I'll be careful and use protection!"
Mr. Granger's face turned red before shouting, "Hermione Granger! I am to never hear of you pulling down your trousers for any male!"
"Don't worry Father. I will make sure you know nothing of the ordeal if it does happen."
"Hermione!" Mrs. Granger cried, "How can you say such things! You can't possibly be thinking of pre-marital sex!"
"Honestly, Mum, I'm not. I'm just saying you both should trust me to make the right decisions like I've been raised to do," Hermione replied sheepishly.
Mr. Granger looked a lot calmer and smiled while saying, "Good girl. Now run along. We'll talk about this more later."
"Alright Daddy!" she replied as she rose from her chair and gave them both a kiss on the cheek before heading to the door. Thank goodness she had gotten out of that one pretty well. She was getting good at this 'innocent girls are bad girls never getting caught' gig.
"Wait! Hermione!" Hermione tensed and turned around to face her mother.
"Did you brush your teeth this morning?" Mrs. Granger asked.
Hermione relaxed and answered, "Yes, Mum," before rushing out the door.
Mr. Granger stared at the closed door and questioned, "Why did she skip breakfast?"
"She said she wasn't hungry."
He gave his wife a worried look, "She didn't eat at all yesterday."
"Oh, dear.," was Mrs. Granger's reply.
Hermione's thoughts raced on the 3 principles as she made her way to the park. Personality. Parvati had said that if a guy was really interested in you he'd like you for your personality. So it was a good idea to have good character and a terrific personality. Lavendar had mentioned that she should keep her own personality but just add on to it a little. She could remain her shy bookwormish self. She just needed to add some spunk and flirtatious innocent spirit that was buried at the bottom of every shy bookworm's heart. Easy enough. Hermione had spend the summer searching for her spirit that they were talking about and she was convinced she had found it.
Looks. That was the hard part. True, Hermione had gorgeous curly brown hair now. Although it took tons of work every day. And many people had told her that her eyes were very pretty. It wasn't enough. She wasn't satisfied with her body. Sure her breasts were big enough. Slightly one size larger than Parvati's and Lavendar's. Parvati had told her that the most common way to attract guys was the way you looked. After you get their attention, you hook them in with your personality.
Skills. After you've got their attention and have hooked them in, there's only one way to keep them. Make them fall in love with you. Hopefully you would be in love with them as well. Until then saying "I love you" would not be a lie because you can "love" anyone, but it's something much different when you're "in love". Hermione wanted so much to be "in love". Lavendar mentioned that there were two types of skills. Flirting skills and the skills of making a guy happy.
Reaching the center of the park, Hermione spotted her new best friends. Parvati and Lavendar had told her that she needed best friends that were girls. Harry and Ron were great but just not enough.
"Hello!" Hermione called to the two.
Lavendar gave her one glance before commenting, "Well, we won't have to do a makeover, you seem to have great taste in fashion."
Hermione blushed, "Thanks."
Parvati glared at Lavendar before asking, "Hermione, are you ready for the lesson of your life?"
Her reply was a nod. She had never failed at anything and there would be no exception. The day was long and filled with a growing friendship. Hermione's feminine side showed to be a huge success and she had no problem getting phone numbers from a few muggle guys that were hanging around at the park. At the end of the day Parvati and Lavendar were amazed.
"You'll do, Hermione. You'll do," Lavendar stated.
"You're gonna be a knock-out when school starts," Parvati added.
"Thanks to you two. I owe it all to you both," she replied.
"Just helping out a friend," Parvati grinned.
Lavendar checked her watch and said, "Well it's time we headed home. I have a curfew and the sun's about to set."
"See you guys at school," Hermione said as they gave each other hugs and walked their separate ways.
Hermione was proud of herself. She was also nervous. Getting guys at the park was easy. You'd never have to see those people again. Would it be different once she got to school? Hermione entered her house and headed to her room. Her phone was blinking. She had received a phone call.
The message said, "Hey, Mione. This is Lav calling from some phone booth. I know I said a curfew, but I just talked my way out of it. Would you like to go dancing? I know a club we could get in at. It's called Summer Love. Just floo powder there. If you have any problem with your folks just tell them your gonna spend the night at my house. I'm already on my way so come ASAP!"
Hermione's eyes glinted. Dancing. This was her time to shine. She raced downstairs and told her mom she was spending the night at Lavendar's and then rushed back upstairs to get ready.
She looked like a glitter pixie diva when she entered her fireplace and yelled, "Summer Love!"
A/N - I'd be sooooo grateful for a review.
Hermione: I get to go dancing:D
Parts: Yep, it was aaaall my idea.
Lily: But it was my idea to write it. :P
Hermione and Parts: So, who cares:P
Rebellious heroines and muses. Go figure
