A/N Wow I think I might put a hold on my other story with all the feedback I'm getting for this story. I have about 90 reviews for this one and the other one only has like 80. Thanks guys! I love you all! And I dedicate this chapter to KirbyKirst, I loved your review! I wish everyone knew how to review like that, thank you so much! This ones for you!


'I shouldn't feel so comfortable with him, I barely know the guy. I wonder what house he's in? He has a nice ass too, and his body.*sigh*'

Ginny's thoughts were interrupted as the "boy" came back with her drink.

"Thanks." She said as she sipped her drink.

"Hey, if we can't reveal our identities than what are we supposed to call each other?" Ginny questioned.

"Hmm I don't really know." He replied in that sexy voice of his.

Ginny almost swooned when she heard that voice again.

'God, pull yourself together, he's not THAT great.'

'Oh yeah, he's kind, polite, a perfect gentleman, gorgeous and has a body to match a sex god, of course he's not that great.' The other voice interjected.

Ginny sighed then her head snapped up remembering something.

"Hey you never told me how you knew my name. Have we met?"

Her date just turned to her and replied simply, "We've met."

It didn't sound like he wanted to elaborate so Ginny dropped the subject. She would just have to wait till the end of the night.

Meanwhile Whoremione had just walked in.



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Hermione walked, or rather swaggered into the Great Hall wearing, well, practically nothing as usual, next to her were Parvati and Lavender, who walked off in another direction to find their dates.

Hermione, ignoring the fact that she had a date danced with any guy she got her hands on. Literally.

Strictly by blind luck the first person she grabbed was Ron, and for some reason his date looked furious.

"Don't get your panties in a twist now, I'll bring him back." She said to the girl with a mouthful of gum.

'It's not like the little twit knows who I am anyway.' Hermione thought.

But the fact of the matter was that Ron's date knew exactly who she was.

'Only Whoremione would have the nerve to wear something like THAT to a winter ball.' Jen thought.

Yes Jen was fortunate enough to be matched up with Ron, and she did NOT appreciate getting him taken away so soon.

Hermione moved across the dance floor like a virus, freaking every guy who knew how until they were left breathless on the dance floor.

'Hmm I wonder where my Draky Waky is? Damn this stupid masquerade crap, I can't tell who anyone is. I can't even find that Weasley bitch.'

Suddenly Hermione stopped searching with a halt. Something tweaked in her chest when she thought about Ginny. Something deep, VERY deep inside moved. Somewhere in that contaminated heart of hers there was guilt. Cold, hard empty guilt. Hermione held on to the wall for support clutching her chest her eye's wide.

'NO! I can't feel guilty now! What is this doing to me!'

"Why is this happening to me?" She wondered out loud and flew ten feet in the air when she heard someone answer.

"Because you deserve it."

It was Harry.

"What?"

"You heard me Herm, don't you think this has gone far enough? We all knew you were sick of being unpopular and a bookworm but we never thought you would stoop to this level. I never got a chance to tell you this before and now is as good a time as any. Your whore Hermione, just a dirty little whore, you think you look good? Well you don't, you're just everybody's piece of ass to pass around."

The words hit Hermione with the force of a train. Coming from one for her best friends, well former best friends. People had made fun of her, poked fun at her for the way she dressed, but no one, not one person had hit her this hard with words.

"You need this little guilt trip Hermione, the other people you screwed over, (no pun intended) were only with their boyfriends for fun and affection. What you did to Ginny and Draco is indescribable."

"How the fuck did you know that was what I was talking about?" Hermione asked suddenly.

"Does it matter?" Harry shot back.

"Harry cut the reverse psychology crap it doesn't work on me."

Harry almost fell over in surprise. She actually had sounded like the OLD Hermione then. Hermione must have noticed too, for she blinked in surprise at her own speech.

"Why are you doing this Herm?" Harry asked with his puppy dog eyes.

'God I miss her so much and she's standing right in front of me.'

"I have to go." Hermione replied and ran out the doors.

Hermione ran, and ran, and ran some more, in fact she ran until she was safe in her own room.

Harry's words kept echoing in her mind.

'. you think you look good? Well you don't, you're just everyone's piece of ass to pass around. To pass around, to pass around.'

The words echoed over and over in her mind.

"What's happened to me?" She asked the mirror. Then all of a sudden memories of the summer before 7th year came flooding back.



~*~*~ "Hermione dear! Come down to dinner!"

"I'm coming mom!" Hermione yelled.

'Man, I need to lose some weight, look at this!' Hermione thought as she stared at herself in the mirror.

'I'm never going to get a boy to notice me looking like this! I'm just going to be a book worm to everyone's eyes.'

"Hurry dear it's getting cold!" Her mothers voice sounded from downstairs.

Hermione just sighed and ran downstairs.

"Alright I'm here!"

Dinner was uneventful. Hermione kept picking at her food without really eating it and her mother asked what was wrong.

Hermione put down her fork and asked,

"Mom am I ugly?"

Mrs. Granger stared at her daughter.

"Of course you aren't dear! Whatever made you ask something like that?" Was her hurried response.

"Yes dear, you are a very intelligent, cute young lady and we are very proud of you." Dr. Granger added after his wife.

'Cute? Did he just say I was cute? Oh Merlin.'

Hermione just smiled and pretended to be satisfied with the answer and went back to her beans.

When she got back to her bedroom, she knew she needed a dramatic change. She was almost 17 and still had no boyfriend!

'That is it, from this moment on the old Hermione Granger is dead.'

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A/N *author holds up que card* Everyone Gasp! *GASP* Should I write another one? Or should I take a break? I did write 3 chapters in a row after all. hehe, the only way to let me know is to review! You never know, the next chapter could be underway! And just to let you all know again, I love ALL of you guys that read and reviewed and liked my story, thanks so much! And I know that I said the "Mystery date would be revealed in this one but I lied. sorry! It's in the next one I swear!