Hey guys! Just so we have this all clear, between writing this chapter and the last I unfortunately did not magically transform into the majestic J. K. Rowling. So, in other words, I don't own HP or any of the characters or settings. All I got is the plot line. By the way, I know there are a whole bunch more people reading this than are reviewing. Reviews let me know what you all think about the story and I would love to see what you guys are thinking about it. So... please sit back, relax, and enjoy the story!

Chapter 3: A New Look

"Mione? Is that you?"

"Of course it's me, silly. I think you might have taken one too many hits to the head this past year if you can't recognize one of your best friends," Hermione replied laughing. Ron couldn't believe his eyes. It wasn't just the uniform that was different about her, Ron realized. Not that it looks bad on her, Ron thought, Wow there buddy she is still just the Mione you've been friends with for the past three years. Or was she? While still short, at least in comparison to him, she had grown from barely reaching four foot ten. Now she stood at a solid five three which was only assisted by the medium height heels that was a part of the Beaubatons uniform. But what Ron noticed immediately was her hair. No longer was it the crazy bird's nest to which he was accustomed, but now it fell in loose curls that Ron could only describe as a water fall of hair cascading to the middle of her back. The flowing curls replaced the prior bushiness with volume that seemed almost floaty and showed off the blonde highlights that were previously hidden by her thick, honey colored mane. She seemed to have an almost glow to her, in Ron's opinion, intermixed with an air of lightness and happiness to her that Ron didn't see very often in Hermione. As he completed his subconscious once-over of her, Hermione ran to give him a hug which he gladly accepted, lifting her off the ground so he didn't have to bend down so much. He became so immersed in the hug that he was barely able to acknowledge his siblings coming down the stairs to welcome home the Burrow's two additions.

"Ron, would you put down your little girlfriend-"

"-long enough for us to say hello to our favorite little bookworm!" Fred said finishing George's sentence. The two best friends quickly released each other, both blushing as red as Ron's hair. Ron, feeling irritation build up at having his reunion being interrupted by the twins, stated angrily, "She's not my girlfriend, you little twats!"

"Hey now, there is no reason to get your Chudley Cannons panties in a twist. By the way, he does actually own those, Mione. Ya know, in case you were interested," the twins said waggling their eyebrows at the young witch.

"Oh hush you two! Now give me a hug before I find a reason to hex you boys for your next prank," Hermione replied. The twins complied happily giving her a bone crushing hug that left her saying, "Boys! Oxygen! Kind of necessary!"

"Now on to our favorite fiery, red headed baby sister Ginny! Please tell us you utilized those wet start fireworks on those snobby upper year girls who said were giving you two flack for being 'uncivilized Brits.'"

"Well of course I did. I couldn't just take that sitting down. I am a Weasley after all," Ginny exclaimed while hugging her older brothers.

"Speaking of Beaubatons, please, tell us all about the exciting happenings of Beaubatons," Ron interjected.

Hermione and Ginny exchanged mischievous looks before saying, "Which version? The version we would tell mum or the actual one?"

"Wow," Ron said. He, along with the twins, could hardly believe all of the craziness of Beaubatons.

"Yup. Of course, we never took part in all of that. It was mainly just the upper years, but we still saw a lot of crazy shit go down at those house parties. Puts the Gryffindor post quidditch win parties look dull. And I'm including the time that seventh year got so drunk off fire whiskey he accidentally made his girlfriend look like Snape and then proceeded to make out with her," Ginny said.

"Oh my god, I remember that party! His roommate just kept yelling 'Inappropriate student-teacher relationship!'" Hermione exclaimed, laughing along with Ginny. The two were oblivious to the three boys looking at them with shock written plainly across their faces.

"Not to cut in on your reminiscing, but are you guys for real? You can't honestly have been at parties like that. Didn't you guys say there were dorm mothers or something like that?" Ron questioned.

"Of course we did. We thought the same thing when they first started throwing those parties, but apparently there's this sleep potion they would sneak into her drink that would kick in right when she went to bed. Made her completely oblivious to her surroundings. People would have the party area cleared out by morning. None of the faculty would know a thing. The younger students didn't really get involved with the parties though. We just heard it from our dorm rooms or, every once in a while, see the insanity for ourselves when we would sneak down for some food," Hermione responded patiently.

"Holy Merlin! When's the next exchange program up to Beaubatons, because we are so on board for that! Aren't we Forge?" Fred said loudly.

"Oh hell yes, Gred!"

"Well before you hop the next train to France, boys, I suggest we all eat dinner first," Mrs. Weasley said, startling the five children and making them jump, much to her amusement, "Your older brothers and father are coming home from work now so why don't you all start setting the table."

"Yes, mum!" All of the Weasley children said, jumping right into action along with Hermione to start setting the table, fervently praying that the Weasley matron hadn't heard the topic of their discussion.

Thanks for reading! And by the way, sooooo sorry for not updating sooner! School has been absolutely insane as of late. I'm going to try to update a heck of a lot more consistently. I'm going to try for once a week, probably during weekends, but it might be more depending on how much work I have for school. R and R!