Chp 1 Packing and Friends Till the End
Hermione went up the stairs to her room. A week before, she had received a letter that her old Transfiguration teacher was going on vacation for the year. The note had informed her on being her replacement. Hermione was over joyed.
Hermione lived in a huge house in which she lived alone. She called it 'Thugz Mansion', after her favorite song, from her favorite rapper. 2pac. Hermione, of course, wasn't a thug. She was well mannered and very dignified. She liked her mansion and it's being quiet. But some times, she was lonely.
With Hermione's new job. She had gotten her hair straitened, dyed, permed, and then highlighted. Her hair was now red with stunning bleach blond highlights. When she was in 7th year, she was just then filling in. When she left, she only had size double A bra size. Now, without implants, she had size triple D. They gave her a pain in her back. She now had hips and she was a very pretty young woman.
In her fifth year at Hogwarts, she and Ron had had a go at it. But it didn't work out. They were two very different people, and they only reason they were together was so they didn't ruin there friendship. When they broke up, nothing changed. They remained friends, but rarely kept in touch.
Harry was now a very famous Quidditch player. He had a Quidditch world cup in a couple of months, and Hermione was looking forward to going. Even though she didn't like Quidditch, she still enjoyed watching.
Ron was helping his brother, Charlie, with Dragons, and was very good at it. He could tame them in no time, and they loved him.
Her two best friends had wizard occupations, while Hermione was a famous singer/dancer/actress. Hermione loved her career, and wasn't going to give it up anytime soon. She told her boss, that she was going to take a well needed break and needed 10 months off. He flipped, but in the end, let her.
Hermione walked into her room, which was in the south tower.
She smiled when she opened the door to her room. Her bed was in the middle of her room, suspended from the ceiling. The foot of the bed faced her balcony. Her solid oak double doors were to the right of the bed and she had a window to her left. She had a walk in rotating closet that she had her cloths from her dancing, and concerts. Her singing name was Majick. She didn't know why she called herself that, but a few things came to mind. (wink wink)
She walked over to her closet and pulled out five carry-on bags. She put in cloths and her new robes. Her style had changed from her years at Hogwarts. She now wore low hip huggers like Christina Aguilara and white and black blouses that had missing buttons that went two inches above the belly button. She liked her knew style.
She moved to her closet and pulled out more of her cloths.
When she was in her seventh year, her, Harry, Ron, Draco Malfoy, Dumbldore, McGonagall, and Snape had done the killing curse on Voldemort at the same time. It killed him instantly. Death Eaters got away. They don't why Draco went to the side of the light, but Harry and Ron thought it was just to save his butt. Hermione didn't think so. She didn't know why.
Hermione heard someone pull up into her drive way. She didn't have a boyfriend, and her parents lived in America now. She walked out onto her balcony and looked over the edge. She saw her two best friends in their cars, doing donuts on her driveway. Her friend Jade, drove a Lambraginie (a/n: Did I spell that right?)Diablo, and her other friend Angie, drove a Dodge Viper.
The two parked there cars next to Hermione's two seater sports car. A Spider Plymoth. "Can we come up?" Jade yelled up to Hermione. "Go ahead. The door is unlocked," Hermione called back down. Her two best friends, opened the door to her house, and walked in.
Hermione went up the stairs to her room. A week before, she had received a letter that her old Transfiguration teacher was going on vacation for the year. The note had informed her on being her replacement. Hermione was over joyed.
Hermione lived in a huge house in which she lived alone. She called it 'Thugz Mansion', after her favorite song, from her favorite rapper. 2pac. Hermione, of course, wasn't a thug. She was well mannered and very dignified. She liked her mansion and it's being quiet. But some times, she was lonely.
With Hermione's new job. She had gotten her hair straitened, dyed, permed, and then highlighted. Her hair was now red with stunning bleach blond highlights. When she was in 7th year, she was just then filling in. When she left, she only had size double A bra size. Now, without implants, she had size triple D. They gave her a pain in her back. She now had hips and she was a very pretty young woman.
In her fifth year at Hogwarts, she and Ron had had a go at it. But it didn't work out. They were two very different people, and they only reason they were together was so they didn't ruin there friendship. When they broke up, nothing changed. They remained friends, but rarely kept in touch.
Harry was now a very famous Quidditch player. He had a Quidditch world cup in a couple of months, and Hermione was looking forward to going. Even though she didn't like Quidditch, she still enjoyed watching.
Ron was helping his brother, Charlie, with Dragons, and was very good at it. He could tame them in no time, and they loved him.
Her two best friends had wizard occupations, while Hermione was a famous singer/dancer/actress. Hermione loved her career, and wasn't going to give it up anytime soon. She told her boss, that she was going to take a well needed break and needed 10 months off. He flipped, but in the end, let her.
Hermione walked into her room, which was in the south tower.
She smiled when she opened the door to her room. Her bed was in the middle of her room, suspended from the ceiling. The foot of the bed faced her balcony. Her solid oak double doors were to the right of the bed and she had a window to her left. She had a walk in rotating closet that she had her cloths from her dancing, and concerts. Her singing name was Majick. She didn't know why she called herself that, but a few things came to mind. (wink wink)
She walked over to her closet and pulled out five carry-on bags. She put in cloths and her new robes. Her style had changed from her years at Hogwarts. She now wore low hip huggers like Christina Aguilara and white and black blouses that had missing buttons that went two inches above the belly button. She liked her knew style.
She moved to her closet and pulled out more of her cloths.
When she was in her seventh year, her, Harry, Ron, Draco Malfoy, Dumbldore, McGonagall, and Snape had done the killing curse on Voldemort at the same time. It killed him instantly. Death Eaters got away. They don't why Draco went to the side of the light, but Harry and Ron thought it was just to save his butt. Hermione didn't think so. She didn't know why.
Hermione heard someone pull up into her drive way. She didn't have a boyfriend, and her parents lived in America now. She walked out onto her balcony and looked over the edge. She saw her two best friends in their cars, doing donuts on her driveway. Her friend Jade, drove a Lambraginie (a/n: Did I spell that right?)Diablo, and her other friend Angie, drove a Dodge Viper.
The two parked there cars next to Hermione's two seater sports car. A Spider Plymoth. "Can we come up?" Jade yelled up to Hermione. "Go ahead. The door is unlocked," Hermione called back down. Her two best friends, opened the door to her house, and walked in.
