A/N this is an all human story of the characters we all know and love.
Chapter One: New Year, New Attitude
I couldn't believe I was late. I, Hermione Granger, was late for the train to Hogwarts. How could I have been so stupid? Letting my mother drive me here? I have no idea what I was thinking, oh wait, I wasn't, and that's the problem. I thought this to myself as my parents and I ran to the second floor of the train station where platform 9 3/4 was located. I could hear my mother's heels clicking the smooth walkway and my father's heavy breathing. I could hear the train's engine rev on the tracks. Hastily I hand my suitcase off to one of the conductors standing by. Then I run over to where the stairs were that lead up to the compartments inside. I turned around to face my parents. My mother, she was so distant now, it hurt to look at her. After what she did, how could I? And then there was my father, he took everything so well. After what had happened I thought he would never be able to be near my mother again, but here we were.
"Last call for the express way to Hogwarts; all aboard!" The conductor announced. I took a look at him, then back at my parents.
"I've got to go. I'll write as soon as I can." I say then without another word, I step onto the stairs. I told on to the handle and watch my parents get smaller and smaller as the train leaves the station. My mother looked hurt, I hadn't said goodbye to her. She shouldn't have expected anything more though. Inhaling my breath, I climb the rest of the stairs and walk down the center aisle, looking into each of the glass compartments on the train for one that my friends where in. As I walked past, the kids in each stare back at me. I place a smirk on my face and continue to walk down the aisle. A few students who were outside the compartments gawk at me. I hear someone whistle as I pass. I could feel a blush creeping upon my cheeks and I bit the inside of my lip to prevent it from happening. I had to make believe none of this affected me.
I look into a few of the Slytherin compartments as well and notice Crabb and Goyle staring, their mouths hanging wide open. I laugh out loud, I couldn't help it. I had known these two for years, been tormented by them since I was eleven, and now they were practically drooling. I rolled my eyes and walk to the end of the train where I find the two people I couldn't wait to see, my best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasly.
I open the door and slip inside, then slide into the seat next to Harry. Looking over at the two, I find them staring, eyes wide, mouths falling open.
"Nice to see you guys too?" I say, a bit unsure of what to say to their reaction. I look over at Ron, who was looking directly at my chest. I cross my arms over it and cock my head to the side, looking at him. "Eyes up here hun." I say bitterly.
Ron shakes his head, knocking the trance from him, Harry does the same. "It's just, you look, uh, Harry help me out here?" Ron says, breaking his gaze from me to look at Harry.
"Yeah, sorry for the staring Mione, it's just, you look, so different." Harry says. I glance over at Ron; his ears go redder than his hair.
I look down out my outfit, short cutoff black jeans, and a yellow tank top and converse, much different than my usual attire. I usually didn't dress this skimpy, but then again, I've changed.
"And you hair, looks great by the way, it just it's different than you." I pick up a piece of my straightened brown hair and dark blue hair; I had dyed the tips a few days earlier.
"You don't like it?" I ask; a faked hurt expression crossing over my voice. Both Harry's and Ron's eyes widened.
"Oh no," they both say together; Ron continues, "trust us, we like your new look. It's just different than you." I can see Harry nod his head, his black hair bouncing up and down. He needed a haircut; I would have to tell him that soon.
A bit of anger rising up in me, I was sick of people telling me that this wasn't me. This was me now. "Well, this is me now, so everyone will just have to deal." I say my voice rising a bit. Getting up, I grab my knapsack and open the door. "I'm changing into my robes." I say then leave, the door slamming behind me.
Outside the door, I'm met by none other than Cormac McLaggen. He was a sixth year, one year older than I, and had been with nearly every girl in his year and mine. He had dirty blonde hair and dark brown eyes. He was taller than me, and muscular. He had the reputation as a player, or scum bag; as most of the girls addressed him as. He stood in front of me, hands outstretched, blocking my path. He ranked his eyes down my body, giving me a look over, a huge smile plastered on his face. I instantly felt sick to my stomach.
"Granger, well isn't this a surprise. You sure have, how can I put this, matured this past summer." He says with a grin, ranking his eyes over me again. I could feel my anger boiling inside of me, but I bit back my anger and took in a deep breath.
"Lovely to see you again too McLaggen; now if you'll excuse me." I say, trying to brush past him. He doesn't move.
"I was thinking, maybe we should get to talking this year. You know, go get some butter beer or something." He says, breathing in my face. This boy was getting on my last nerves.
I smiled at him, "actually, I would have to decline on that offer, and I mean really, you and both know you just want to get with me. So why bother with all this talking shit? I mean come on; I thought you were smart enough to figure out that someone like me would never want to be with a scum bag like you." Cormac seemed to be so taken back, he let go of the side of the train, enabling me to get past him. I walked past him; he and his friend just stared at me. "Eat your heart, but from a distance would you?" I smiled again and walked down the aisle to one of the bathrooms. I was almost out of hearing distance when I heard McLaggen's friend say that he just got owned by me, and I could help but smile and laugh.
A/N i know it's a short chapter but the next will be longer, so tell me what you think. (: