Disclaimer: The characters and setting within are not of my own creation, and I take no credit for them. No copyright breach has been intended

A/N: Like the chapters? Well more chapters are coming.

To You Know Who:

I just finished that book and I loved it!

Nope . . . frankly I don't like Hermione/Ron relationships . . . they are so unlike each other, but that's just my opinion.

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Slipping through the door she let it shut gently behind her not bother to turn on the gas lamp. She leaned onto the door letting the darkness envelope around her as she wrapped her arms around her knees. Hermione set her forehead on her knees and let out a little sigh. First day back and she was ecstatic but it also meant lying and deceiving her friends again. The guilt berated her mind as she sat there letting it all sink in. She had finally made it to her seventh year. She had made it even when everyone thought she would fail and bail out. Hermione let a grin arise on her face letting the accomplishment overwhelm her guilt she stood up and walked over to the gas lamp. She turned it on the muggle way and turned to get ready for bed.

What she didn't expect was the grandness of her room and gasped in pleasure. She absolutely loved her room! Smack dab in the middle was her queen sized bed while on the right of it was a lovely view of the grounds and a window seat making it perfect for someone to curl up and read a book. In front of her was a door, which she figured was either a closet or bathroom. Her walls were a light blue color and her duvet was a beautiful sapphire blue, how they knew it was her favorite color was a mystery. Behind her was a desk made of mahogany and it already had parchment and quills set up on it.

Delighted she let out a girlish squeal and jumped on her new bed, relishing its softness as she rolled on it. Here was a place she didn't need to hide herself. She could be the girl she wanted to be, not a guy struggling to fit in. She sat up and nibbled on her bottom lip. Hermione knew it would be safer not to dwell with those type of thoughts because they would lead to actions that some would pick up on.

She stripped off her clothes and slipped into a pair of shorts and a large T-shirt that she 'borrowed' from Harry. Slipping into her bed, her eyes began getting heavier but before she slipped off into sleep a pecking noise on her window startled her.

"What the bloody hell is it?" she muttered before throwing the blankets off of her and walking to the window.

Pulling the curtains apart she saw that Pig, Ginny's owl, wanted to get inside and was holding a letter. Opening the large window the owl swooped inside and dropped the letter into her hands. Sitting on her window seat she leaned comfortably against the seat cushions, waved her wand to dispel the charm and read by moonlight.

Hermione

Don't think so negatively! You're bound to get a dragon, you're a brilliant witch and don't you forget that girl. No one's going to find out, but we seriously need to talk about your love life.

Sincerely, Ginny

Hermione let out a chuckle at the mention of her non existent love life. Ginny had tried before during the summer to set up a date for Hermione but she had managed to scare him off with her intellectual. It made her shake her head to know what some guys wanted in a girl. Feeling a little lazy she summoned a bottle of ink and a quill to write a reply, it wasn't her usual way of doing things but the window seat was so comfortable she didn't feel like getting up.

Ginny,

I'm not, I'm just thinking realistically . . . but I think you're right.

Hermione paused about the sentence; there was some truth in what Ginny had said earlier in the summer about her. Hermione had no clue except to what Ginny did occasionally to tell her how a girl acted. She didn't act any different at the orphanage than she did at Hogwarts with the exception of doing her physical exercise. Earlier in the summer she had watched girls her age floundering about in clothes that showed off who they were. Surely they were girls who weren't in her predicament but none the less the wanting was still there. Hermione wanted to feel just for once what it was like to grab the attention of a man instead of getting it from doing a particularly hard spell like from a classmate.

Hermione continued writing,

Ginny . . . I want to know how it feels like to be a girl, just one time before anything happens. I know . . . I know what will happen if anyone finds out but if they do, I can run. You know I have no family, no connections. I can just disappear.

Sincerely Hermione

After putting the spell back on the letter she let Pig take it and soar out of her window. A part of her wanted to take it back and rip it up because she sounded desperate but she opted to sit there and stare at the stars. Wondering what it would be like for a male to woo her and have him wrap his arms around her. Slowly as the moon traveled across the sky, her heavy eyelids slowly shut letting her drift off into sleep.

The next morning she woke to the chirping of the birds and the shivering of her body. She smiled never the less at her new room. She stood and stretched out her body, wincing at the cramp of her body sitting in the same position and from the pain in her chest. She grimaced because she knew she was growing again and was going to have to tie it tighter to prevent her breasts from growing any more.

Standing up she slowly walked towards the door to her left, she gave a disappointed noise when she found it was only a closet filled with her uniforms, work clothes, casual clothes, undergarments, and shoes. Grabbing a uniform she walked to the other door and inside was a bathroom big enough for just her. A wide grin appeared on her face as she looked around her new private bathroom. She looked up at the ceiling and gave a small thank you to who ever thought of this idea for seventh years. No more shower curtains. No more hiding. No more having awkward confrontations. A small part of her was disappointed but she couldn't place the reason and shrugged it off.

Hermione took of her clothes and jumped into the shower. She let a giggle slip out of her lips as she felt the warm water slid down her aching body. Already the run from the day before was taking its toll on her. After taking her sweet time she came out and got dressed in her uniform. Opening the door she shivered as the briskness of the air penetrated through her clothes. She had forgotten the window open the night before but opted to leave it open for the rest of day. Grabbing her book bag she put in a pair of work clothes in case there was some physical exertion today and as much as she loved her room she wasn't willing to be late on her first day back.

Hermione walked out feeling a bit sadden as she left her wonderful room, not noticing the two Slytherins watching her from the corner of their eyes. Hermione remembered the night before that Ron and Harry opted to choose rooms next to her and she went to knock on their doors. As she waited for them to come out she read the bulletin board for any additional information before she heard a familiar yet loathed voice.

"Good Morning, Adams." Someone said behind her in a taunting voice. She would recognize that tone and voice anywhere.

"Damn shame you live here too Malfoy." She said sighing and shaking her head, "I thought you had gone to live with your precious daddy in Azkaban."

Malfoy's eyes flashed with anger for a second before sneering at her, "It's so fortunate your filthy muggle parents died. It just saved us from their presence."

Hermione was about to lunge at him when Harry and Ron came up behind her, each grabbing an arm.

"Henri, calm down." Harry whispered furiously into her ear while glaring at the other male. Taking a deep breath she nodded, "You're right. The ferret's not worth my time."

Turning around was one of the hardest things she did instead of pummeling his face in. She knew she wouldn't, couldn't, win but she was at least going to try if Harry and Ron weren't there to stop her. The snickering of the Slytherins followed them until they exited the portrait but the sound still penetrated in her ears. She walked faster than the other two, alarmed Harry pulled her back and gave her a questioning glance.

"I'm just tired of his insults and comments." She replied to his look then Ron came by her and draped his arm around her shoulders.

"You could always break his nose like you did third year." He teased then placed his right hand on his heart as he looked at the ceiling, "I will forever remember that day."

Henri gave a laugh and shook her head while they steadyingly got closer to the Great hall. Soon the sound of laughter and warm aroma of food reached them making them walk even faster, especially Ron. Grabbing a seat they all waved a greeting to the other houses and began talking about their summers. Hermione used the excuse of food to avoid speaking about her summer in detail.

As breakfast was finishing up Master McGonagall passed out their new timetables for the year, but they were subject to change soon after the month past. Looking down at her classes she groaned of course they just had to have Snape first. Snape just had a thing against them, especially Harry. Her classes went in this order:

Master Snape Potions

Master Flitwick Training Praying Mantis

Break

Master Lupin DADA

Master Snape Training Snake

Lunch

Master McGonagall Transfiguration

Master Lupin Training Tiger

Master Flitwick Charms

Master McGonagall Training Crane

"Bloody wonderful . . . Snape in the morning." Ron groaned out loud as he read his timetable. It seemed they all had the same schedule and seeing as there're were only twenty boys in their year, it should be hard for the Headmaster to just put them all together.

"Ronald, language." Hermione warned Ron as a habit as she reached for an apple to finish of her meal.

"At least we all have it together. Come on let's get to class before Snape makes us do something humiliating." Harry said, knowing that fate had just made their year worse.

Ron ultimately agreed when Hermione and Harry nagged him to hurry and they began their walk towards the dungeons. The walk was a familiar path and it slowly got colder as they went below. Finally reaching the classroom, they sat down and all heard the slam of the door. Sealing their fate and were at the mercy of Snape.

The trio exited with the rest of their class, Hermione being one of the only ones to complete the nearly impossible potion. Continuing on their day it steadyingly got harder as the day dragged by. The first day was always the most exhausting as they were all mentally, physically, and magically tested to see what they remembered and what they needed to work on. They pushed their minds and bodies to the limit as they proved to them what they were worth. Throughout the day, Hermione felt as if someone was staring at her but she couldn't tell who. It made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on edge but she shoved it away as paranoia.

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A/N: I know I know, no females but bear with me I couldn't find another professor to fit the bill, was it good or what? Please please review!