Hermione, annoyed with herself, grabbed a handful of hair and began snipping away with the scissors. Her brown locks dropped to the floor silently. As the seconds passed, more hair was chopped away. She then dove into her bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When she woke, she went into the kitchen and got her something to eat. A Coke, chicken sandwich, and some chips. Afterwards, she walked past the mirror in the dining room. Her eyes grew large when she saw her hair. A loud shriek came from her mouth. She grabbed her hair to see if it was real and she wasn't seeing things or dreaming. It was real.

Her once long hair was now just touching her lips. She was in so much shock. After a few minutes of screaming and crying, Hermione made an appointment at the hair salon. The soonest she could get in was in one hour. She put on a baseball cap and cleaned herself up at bit.

Later, when she arrived at the salon, she sat and waited in a chair. She was looking through some hair magazines. There were a lot of gothic styles in the magazines.

"Harmony Granger?" called a tall lady in black.

Hermione stood up and said, "Right here, and it's Hermione."

Hermione followed the woman, Tesa, back to an empty styling chair. Tesa had long curly black hair and ivory skin. She was really pretty so she made Hermione feel really ugly.

"Wow! I guess you must've um.had an accident or something," Tesa said as Hermione pulled off the baseball cap.

"Just make it better. I don't care what you do, surprise me," Hermione told her.

Tesa snipped away at Hermione's hair. Small pieces feel to the ground.

A half of an hour later, Hermione walked out of the salon feeling happy about her new hair cut. It was short but sexy. She had it thinned, straightened, cut, and even dyed a few shades darker. With her new haircut, she thought a new wardrobe would be good too. She wanted to ditch her old preppy clothes so she went to a gothic store, LeMore's.

Back home, Hermione put all of her things away and changed into one of her new outfits. She slipped on some fishnet stockings with dangerously low skintight shorts that looked like bikini bottoms. To finish it off she put on a tight shirt that had spaghetti straps and only went down just below her chest. She put on a choker and some high-heeled boots. She looked in the mirror and smiled. Her new look was perfect.

Hermione headed to a club. It was dark now and she decided it would be nice to go and see how guys would respond to her new look. She walked gracefully into Zamm, the hot new dance club. A cool song was playing so she walked onto the dance floor and started dancing with the first guy she saw. It was dark so she really couldn't see his profile.

He put his hands on her hips and they did some dirty dancing. After about five songs, he had touched just about every part of her body. Hermione's feet were hurting in the shoes she was wearing so she leaded the guy over to a table nearby. It was still dark and smoky so she didn't know what he looked like yet. That didn't matter to her though, he was a great dancer and was a smooth talker. There was something familiar about his voice though.

"So you go to Hogwarts too?" the guy asked as he handed Hermione a beer.

"Yeah. It's pretty cool there. I mean, it's a lot of work but I don't mind," she replied.

"Really?" the guy asked.

"Er.no, of course not!" Hermione replied, remembering her new image. "I hate doing work, in fact, I don't do it at all sometimes."

After a lot talking and a little more dancing, Hermione and the guy decided to leave. Hermione told him to come outside and they could exchange phone numbers. They walked underneath of a street lamp and saw each other clearly for the first time.

"Fred?" Hermione shrieked.

Fred Weasley gasped and looked at Hermione. "What the hell are you doing in that?" he asked pointing at Hermione's clothes.

Hermione smiled and said playfully, "What's wrong, too much for you?"

"No, it's too little! Look, you're almost naked!" Fred hollered.

"I bet that's what you wanted, to see me naked. Am I right?" Hermione said.

"Hell no! Go home little girl!" Fred said running off.

Feeling a little down that Fred didn't want to stay and 'play', Hermione headed home. It was nearing three in the morning. She was shocked that the sexy guy she was dancing with was Fred. But she liked Ron. It would never work out if she was dating them both. Ron said he liked someone else though. Who was this someone else exactly? Hermione had to know.

She wrote a letter to Ron again.

::Dear Ron, You told me that you liked someone else. I don't want to be nosy, but who is it that you like? I would really like to know. I want the girl you like to be perfect for you, you deserve the best! Sincerely, Hermione::

She gave the letter to her owl, Paricleez, and let it fly off into the night. Then she took off her clothes and soaked in the tub. She washed her hair and body with wonderfully scented soaps. After drying off, she slipped into a black night slip. It was made of silk and had an extremely low neck line. It showed a lot of skin, that's for sure. But it made her feel grown up and like a woman.

She sat on her bed and picked up the portrait of Ron sitting by her bed. She put it to her lips and passionately kissed it. When she saw herself in the mirror, she blushed and slid under her covers. Even though she wanted to be tough, she put an arm around her teddy bear. Ron had giving it to her as a birthday gift last year. It smelled like pumpkin for some reason.

After Hermione had fell into a deep sleep, Pari dropped the letter off at The Burrow.