Hermione was sick and tired of Harry always following her one day and leaving her the next. She couldn't understand why she liked him in the first place. She also hated that Ron was always accusing her of being too smart and being a show off.

'Plus he is poor which is a bad trait for someone going to Hogwarts, I can't believe he actually had enough money to make it here.' Hermione thought. Her attitude was changing rapidly as if someone put a spell on her and forced her to. She didn't sit with her friends, just lurked around the library watching to see if someone decent would stop by. She never realized what she was saying or thinking was odd, she just casually did.

As Hermione was sitting in the library, Draco came up to her.

"Did you have a slip of tongue, that time you said what I said about Harry was good?" Draco said in a braggy way, thinking she really didn't mean it and he wanted to embarrass her.

"No, it wasn't. What you said was true, he was getting on my nerves. Do you know how it feels to have someone on your nerves?" Hermione grumbled.

"Believe me I do. Harry gets on my nerves, you get on my nerves, and Dumbledore's stupid rules get on my nerves as well. Oh and Weasley, it just annoys me that he walks these grounds in hand-me-down robes."

"You are right about everything. Totally correct. I don't know why I just noticed that they really bug me. But why do I bug you?"

"You know perfectly well why." Draco smirked and walked off.

As Hermione went into the common room she had a brilliant idea, something that would make people like her more. She decided to straighten her frizzy hair and cut it to her shoulders. She decided she would wear mascara and black eye shadow every day and not worry so much about O.W.L.S. anymore. Her head was filled with thoughts of dark magic and superstition. She used an iron to straighten her hair and used a ruler and scissors to cut it although she could have used magic, it didn't even come to her that she could. She really wanted to see the reaction of everyone after they saw her, would they think she was a slut or really goth?

The next day all that everyone did was stare at her. Harry tried to stay away from her and Ron thought she was taking crack because she would never do something like that to herself otherwise.

"She's freaky ain't she?" Ron whispered. "Reminds me of Pansy Parkinson."

"Reminds me of a goth, some made up word in the muggle world meaning one who dresses in black and is very quiet. Oh and worships the devil, but I doubt Hermione is that bad." Harry said.

"Hey Pansy, you like?I was thinking, do you want to sit with me in the great hall, I have some serious gossip to spill." Hermione said enthusiastically.

"I'm impressed, mudblood. Maybe you're not so bad after all, you look hot." Pansy exclaimed, "all the guys are gonna be chasing you, sure I'll meet at you at dinner. You know you are so much better than I thought you would ever be."