Hermione sighed as she lay on her bed staring up at the ceiling.
School started two weeks ago and Hermione was into her fourth year. Heck,
pretty much had stayed the same for the past four years. Her friends had
remained her friends and her enemies had of course, remained her enemies.
Ron and Harry had remained close to her and were by far her best friends.
" 'Mione! Hey 'Mione! Are you up there?!" Hermione heard Ron call from the Gryffindor common room.
"Speak of the devil." She said under her breath.
" 'Mione? It's almost time for class to start!" Ron called again.
"Goodness gracious, Ron! Keep your knickers on! I'm coming!" Hermione called back as she got off the bed and went to the mirror to examine herself.
She was no longer 14 like she was in the 1st year at Hogwarts, but now 18 and a young woman. Even she noticed that it showed. Her friend, Lavender, had taught her how to tame her hair to where it now looked like spun gold. Her chest had developed along with her hips creating a figure half the girls at school would kill for. Several boys had asked her out last year, but she wanted to focus on her studies, but that wasn't the only case. Hermione figured that it would've been wrong for her to go out with someone that she had no interest in.
" 'Mione! Hurry up! Harry and I were late to Divination yesterday because it took you so long to get ready, but try to tell Professor Trelawny that!" Ron wailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes, smoothed her hair and robes and headed downstairs. Ron and Harry tapping their feet with their arms crossed greeted her.
"Really boys, what did I do to deserve such a cheerful salutation?" Hermione laughed. "You guys are SO paranoid! We'll be there in plenty of time...I think." When she saw the worried look on their faces, she laughed and mouthed, "Just kidding."
"Really 'Mione, for ALL the spells you know, you'd think you would know a spell that helps you get decent looking HOURS earlier!" Harry exclaimed.
At first Hermione was hurt by the comment, but then she realized that he was joking, and in an indirect way saying she was smart. Hermione leaned over and punched Harry and simply stated, "Let's get to class, you guys."
" 'Mione! Hey 'Mione! Are you up there?!" Hermione heard Ron call from the Gryffindor common room.
"Speak of the devil." She said under her breath.
" 'Mione? It's almost time for class to start!" Ron called again.
"Goodness gracious, Ron! Keep your knickers on! I'm coming!" Hermione called back as she got off the bed and went to the mirror to examine herself.
She was no longer 14 like she was in the 1st year at Hogwarts, but now 18 and a young woman. Even she noticed that it showed. Her friend, Lavender, had taught her how to tame her hair to where it now looked like spun gold. Her chest had developed along with her hips creating a figure half the girls at school would kill for. Several boys had asked her out last year, but she wanted to focus on her studies, but that wasn't the only case. Hermione figured that it would've been wrong for her to go out with someone that she had no interest in.
" 'Mione! Hurry up! Harry and I were late to Divination yesterday because it took you so long to get ready, but try to tell Professor Trelawny that!" Ron wailed.
Hermione rolled her eyes, smoothed her hair and robes and headed downstairs. Ron and Harry tapping their feet with their arms crossed greeted her.
"Really boys, what did I do to deserve such a cheerful salutation?" Hermione laughed. "You guys are SO paranoid! We'll be there in plenty of time...I think." When she saw the worried look on their faces, she laughed and mouthed, "Just kidding."
"Really 'Mione, for ALL the spells you know, you'd think you would know a spell that helps you get decent looking HOURS earlier!" Harry exclaimed.
At first Hermione was hurt by the comment, but then she realized that he was joking, and in an indirect way saying she was smart. Hermione leaned over and punched Harry and simply stated, "Let's get to class, you guys."