The rays of the brilliant morning sun shined easily through the linen curtains of the windows. The magnificent light woke someone within the room, a yawn and a groan following the girl's stirring. Her soft, brown curls cascaded down to her upper back as she struggled to stand up. "Mhmm..", she groaned again as she opened up her hazel eyes to the world. A sudden blur, but then a pleasant morning had greeted her once again. Smiling tiredly, she got up and out of bed, preparing for the day's unknown agenda.

"Good morning, dear Crookshanks," the groggy, morning voice of Hermione Granger said to her oh-so beloved feline friend. The orange ball of tired fur meowed in reply, but then had apparently fallen asleep again, stirring in its sleep gently. A small grin inplanted itself onto her rosy lips as she was feeling up to starting the day.

Walking over towards the vanity mirror in her room, she saw a contorted image of herself. She was definitely not a morning person. Frizzled hair, ruffled nightgown, squinting eyes.. she was in other words a complete and utter mess. Hermione grinned sheepishly at her own reflection, despite the fact that she looked seriously messed up, how could a girl change this much in the course of another summer? She was now fifteen-years-old, but her body developed well, as well as her new attitude and adjusted personality. The new and improved Hermione Granger stood there in awe of herself, not that she wasn't ever in that position before. 'Bloody hell, must take a shower..', she thought to herself in desperation of a nice, cold shower to wake up completely.

Of course, like every other morning, the routine cold shower had woken her up. A small yelp from the bathroom indicated the freezing temperature of the water as the droplets hit against her flawless skin. She could have been pasted for as a pureblood if Malfoy hadn't spread the word of it. 'Purebloods.. what a joke,' she thought sadistically as she got out of the shower, dripping wet. A towel soon replaced the shadow of water surrounding her body as she stepped back into her bedroom, wondering on what she would wear to a day of shopping for school things in Diagon Alley. She had promised Harry and Ron that she would go shopping yesturday, but she had gone golfing with her father down at the local country club, so our human brain was stuck on going school shopping on her own. Harry had gone off for a day of training with the Weasleys', the remaining ones on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, of course. Ron and Ginny were both with him that meant.

Upon having to have dressed, she made her bed quickly and rushed down the stairs for breakfast with her parents. Her father was already sitting down at the table with an issue of the London Times and her mother was obviously in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Taking a seat across from her father, but a seat away, she greeted, "Good morning, dad." She smiled up at her father, he was handsome for his age, he was thirty-eight-years-old.

"'Morning, pumpkin, how is my little girl doing this absolutely wonderful day?", Dr. Robert Granger asked his daughter. One of his hands had previously abandoned on holding the paper up as it had just lifted up a coffee cup up to Robert's lips.

'Black coffee, ick,' Hermione thought as she forced herself not to make a face. "Good, dad. I had the most wonderful rest. I've been sleep deprived from awhile for all of that studying.." She stifled a morning yawn while pouring herself a glass of orange juice.

"That orange juice isn't from concentrate, is it?", her father asked, his brows starting to furrow.

She looked at the label. "Nope, it's natural."

His expression brightened again. "Wouldn't want my little girl's teeth to touch anything that might be harmful." He took another sip of his coffee.

She tried her best to stifle a laugh.

"What?", her father questioned.

"Daddy, black coffee is worse than orange juice from concentrate." She smiled sweetly, wondering what had gotten into her father. He was usually very observative with these things.

"Woops, but I need my coffee and it doesn't have any sugar or creamer, so I'm fine." He continued to read his paper as her mother appeared from the kitchen with a tray. It had three different plates, one of each of them. "Good morning, angel," Dr. Jennifer Granger greeted her daughter with a smile.

"Good morning to you, too, mum," she said. She had so many nicknames that she could have made over a million dollars worth in muggle money if each of them was worth five dollars.

"Are you ready to go shopping, love?", Jennifer asked Hermione, her already being dressed for the day.

"I will be after breakfast, I just need a few minutes to straighten a few things out in my room. Is that alright, mum?", she said as they all began on their breakfast.

"But of course, Hermione," she replied with a slight grin. It was great to have their daughter back from the wizarding world for the first time after the school term.

Hermione beamed with a smile as she finished her breakfast quickly and raced up the stairs five minutes later.