"Hermione, are you ready?" Her mom yelled from downstairs.
"I'm putting my boots on!" Hermione yelled back. She fastened the last buckle, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
She wasn't very tall, but she had great legs, which she was actually quite proud of. This skirt would be impossible otherwise. The skirt in question was dark grey and red tartan and it was very short. And short meant short.
She was wearing greb boots, with platform soles and black leather buckles. The boots themselves went up to her knees. She was wearing a dark red dyed leather halter-neck top that buckled on her collarbone. Her hair was in lots of tiny plaits, with some of them dyed red. This was what she normally looked like, out of school. A completely different person from the goody-two-shoes of Hogwarts.
Her makeup was black and red, i.e. black eyeliner and mascara, but with crimson eye shadow, and red-tinted lip-gloss. Hermione turned off her CD player and put the CD in its case, which she chucked into her trunk, and she slammed the lid. It closed with a bang, and bounced back open again. Hermione snarled at it.
"Grr. You bloody thing.oh! Thanks! She smiled at if affectionately, then picked up the picture of her boyfriend, the boy who lived, from her bedside table, chucked it into the trunk then sat on top, leaning forward to fasten it. It clicked shut, and Hermione clomped down the stairs, dragging the trunk behind her down the stairs. "Ready!" She yelled.
"About time." Her dad said, coming in. He looked her up and down. "Thank god I can trust you, otherwise I'd make you change." He said.
*Then it's a good thing he doesn't know what I'm wearing under this outfit. * Hermione thought to herself. She smiled brightly at her dad.
"Yep! Come on dad, we don't want to be late to Aunt Marina's."
Marina was Mrs Granger's sister. She was also a witch. When Hermione had arrived home after her sixth year, her parents had told her they were actually magic. Something that shocked Hermione even more was that not only were a lot of her relatives magical, but that her family was quite an old wizarding family. Not as old as, say, the Malfoys, but old enough. It gave Hermione a weird sense of excitement when she thought about the fact that the name 'mudblood' didn't apply to her anymore.
She grinned to herself as she climbed into the car, slamming the door shut and fastening her seat belt. Her dad got in the car next to her and they set off. Hermione stared out the window, watching as the suburbs went from middle class to upper class. "Hermione, there will be someone else staying at Marina's." Her dad said. Hermione looked at him.
"Anyone I know?" She asked, curiously.
"Someone from Hogwarts, but other than that, I don't know." Hermione smiled to herself, and allowed herself a brief fantasy of seeing one of her best friends, Harry or Ron, at her Aunt's. They turned onto a long gravel drive. Hermione watched as the big house came into view. It was huge, but had a homey look to it. It could never be considered a mansion, or a manor, but it was big enough. It was welcoming, and seemed to smile, which was odd, considering it was a house.
The garage came into view, and Hermione saw a blonde boy shooting hoops. He was wearing black combats and a black T-shirt. His hair was pale, and Hermione frowned. She wasn't a top student for nothing. She had to share a house for a month with no other than Draco Malfoy.
"I'm putting my boots on!" Hermione yelled back. She fastened the last buckle, and looked at herself in the full-length mirror.
She wasn't very tall, but she had great legs, which she was actually quite proud of. This skirt would be impossible otherwise. The skirt in question was dark grey and red tartan and it was very short. And short meant short.
She was wearing greb boots, with platform soles and black leather buckles. The boots themselves went up to her knees. She was wearing a dark red dyed leather halter-neck top that buckled on her collarbone. Her hair was in lots of tiny plaits, with some of them dyed red. This was what she normally looked like, out of school. A completely different person from the goody-two-shoes of Hogwarts.
Her makeup was black and red, i.e. black eyeliner and mascara, but with crimson eye shadow, and red-tinted lip-gloss. Hermione turned off her CD player and put the CD in its case, which she chucked into her trunk, and she slammed the lid. It closed with a bang, and bounced back open again. Hermione snarled at it.
"Grr. You bloody thing.oh! Thanks! She smiled at if affectionately, then picked up the picture of her boyfriend, the boy who lived, from her bedside table, chucked it into the trunk then sat on top, leaning forward to fasten it. It clicked shut, and Hermione clomped down the stairs, dragging the trunk behind her down the stairs. "Ready!" She yelled.
"About time." Her dad said, coming in. He looked her up and down. "Thank god I can trust you, otherwise I'd make you change." He said.
*Then it's a good thing he doesn't know what I'm wearing under this outfit. * Hermione thought to herself. She smiled brightly at her dad.
"Yep! Come on dad, we don't want to be late to Aunt Marina's."
Marina was Mrs Granger's sister. She was also a witch. When Hermione had arrived home after her sixth year, her parents had told her they were actually magic. Something that shocked Hermione even more was that not only were a lot of her relatives magical, but that her family was quite an old wizarding family. Not as old as, say, the Malfoys, but old enough. It gave Hermione a weird sense of excitement when she thought about the fact that the name 'mudblood' didn't apply to her anymore.
She grinned to herself as she climbed into the car, slamming the door shut and fastening her seat belt. Her dad got in the car next to her and they set off. Hermione stared out the window, watching as the suburbs went from middle class to upper class. "Hermione, there will be someone else staying at Marina's." Her dad said. Hermione looked at him.
"Anyone I know?" She asked, curiously.
"Someone from Hogwarts, but other than that, I don't know." Hermione smiled to herself, and allowed herself a brief fantasy of seeing one of her best friends, Harry or Ron, at her Aunt's. They turned onto a long gravel drive. Hermione watched as the big house came into view. It was huge, but had a homey look to it. It could never be considered a mansion, or a manor, but it was big enough. It was welcoming, and seemed to smile, which was odd, considering it was a house.
The garage came into view, and Hermione saw a blonde boy shooting hoops. He was wearing black combats and a black T-shirt. His hair was pale, and Hermione frowned. She wasn't a top student for nothing. She had to share a house for a month with no other than Draco Malfoy.