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Hermione Granger had changed. Her breakup with her long term boyfriend Harry Potter had made her cold. She had changed. Changed so much she was almost unrecognizable.

Flashback

16 Hermione Granger stood laughing with her friends. They were at the End of Year Dance. She finished her soda and went to find her boyfriend Harry Potter to dance. She walked around and spotted Draco Malfoy heading her way.

"What do you want ferret?"

"Follow me." He commanded. Hermione narrowed her eyes and stood stubbornly on the spot. Draco sighed in exasperation and grabbed her arm. Quidditch training had made him stronger than her. He stopped causing Hermione to stumble into his back. She turned away from his smirking face and her eyes settled on a kissing couple. She saw Harry's jet black hair. And flaming red hair.

"No.." she whispered. Draco stood smirking at her pain. "No..." she repeated disbelieving. Then she screamed "NO!" Harry looked up and his emerald eyes settled on Hermione, whose face was tear streaked by now.

"Hermione..." started Harry. He advanced on towards Hermione who backed up and yelled

"GET AWAY FROM ME...You...You...bastard!" Hermione ran. Ran far away. Away from Harry's eyes. Away from reality.

End Flashback

Hermione smiled bitterly as she looked in her mirror. Her so-called best friend Ginny had stolen her boyfriend. Her eyes narrowed as she thought of Malfoy and how he had just stood there smirking. Taking delight in her pain. Well, nobody will hurt me anymore. She looked at herself. She had changed from the bushy haired girl. Her hair was permanently straight and went a littlee shorter than her shoulders. Her eyes were tinted blue with contacts even though her eyesight was perfect. Over the summer she had also gotten Head Girl. But the news wasn't greeted with much enthusiasm. Harry was bound to get Head Boy

"Hermione! Get ready! We have to go to the Kings Cross!"

"I'll be ready soon mum!" called Hermione back. Her warderobe had also changed. She wore tighter jeans and tighter tops. She put on a black tank top and black jeans. Then she but some black eyeliner on which added to her look. Finally satisfied she turned away. She pulled on some navy sandals and walked out. Her mother was waiting with her car keys and looked very harrassed

"Honey! We're going to be late! We have..." she consulted her watch, "30 minutes to get there!"

"Half an hour? Only?" cried Hermione. Her mother nodded and rushed Hermione out. 20 minutes later they arrived at the station. Hermioen jumped out and put her trunk on the trolley. Then she took off recklessly through the wall. Her mother right behind her.

"Ok bye sweety. Owl me and...have fun!" Hermione nodded and hugged her mother. She dragged her trunk aboard and set looking for a compartment. She opened door after door and didn't find one. Until the last compartment. Harry, Ron, Ginny and Neville sat inside. She groaned and walked inside

"Hello. Do we know you?" asked Neville

"Neville Longbottom! How dare you!" said Hermione in a mock stern voice. Then she laughed at his dumbfounded face. Neville would make her laugh no matter what. After all it was Neville.

"H-H-Hermione?" stuttered Harry. Hermione ignored him and hugged Neville and Ron. She then sat down as Ginny looked hurt and Harry, amazed.

"Hermione! Why didn't you answer my owls?" asked Ginny tentavily

"Sorry. I don't know you." Said Hermione stonily. Ginny turned red and said "Hermione...I know you're mad..."

"Mad? How can I be mad at someone I don't know?" asked Hermione trying to look innocent. And needless to say failing miserably. Harry stared but then the compartment door slid open. Draco Malfoy stood there sneering

"Where's Granger?"

"Here." Said Hermione and stood up. Draco backed up unconsciously.

"Wow...Granger. Filled out haven't you? McGonagall wants to speak with us as we are Head Boy and Girl."

"What? You're Head Boy?"

"Yes. Now hurry McGonagall doesn't like to be waiting. Trust me." He grimaced but then regained his composure. He was being entiely too friendly.