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Dragon Meets Brain
Chapter 1: Preparation and Presents
"Wake up honey, you only have a few hours to get ready!" Hermione's Mom knocked on the door and left. Hermione got out of bed and looked around her room, taking it all in. This would be one of the last times she saw it for a year. She looked towards her wardrobe and saw a pile of presents. She got all her birthday presents early because her birthday was September 19th. Hermione wanted to open them, but she knew she had to wait for her parents.
Hermione walked towards the door on the other side of the room. She held her breath every time she saw her new bathroom. It took over five months to build, but it was worth it. It reminded her of the Prefect bathroom at Hogwarts. It had a giant domed ceiling and at the peak was a skylight. In the middle of the room was a bathtub. IT was roughly the size of a small swimming pool. It had a large panel of knobs of different colors. On the left side was a shower with a smaller version of the same knobs. On the far end of the room was her vanity, which had a large mirror and had a comfortable chair. The toilet was on the right side, it had a little curtain you could pull around it.
Hermione headed towards the bathtub. Removing her pajamas, she turned the water on. She hopped in, jumping slightly at how warm the water was. She swam around a few minutes to get used to the water, and when the bath was full, turned the water off. She swan over to the panel of colorful knobs.
They were the scents of the bubbles she could have. She read over the panel. "Hmmm. . . I haven't used Banana, cinnamon, chocolate, lilac, and rose yet. Which to choose. . ." She thought hard for a minute or two. "I guess. . . Rose!" She pushed the red knob and the tub started producing red bubbles. She breathed in the scent for a few moments and started washing up.
After a half hour of bathing, she put on her robe and went back into her room. Opening her oak wardrobe, she looked through the tops. She decided that she would wear a cashmere sweater. She pulled out a pink one and a black one. She stood in front of her full length mirror, she looked at each one. After about ten minutes of standing and looking at herself in the mirror, she decided on the black one.
"Pink's too girly," She mumbled as she put the pink one back on the hanger. She started taking out several skirts and jeans. She took out a tan khaki skirt, a denim skirt, flared black jeans, and regular blue jeans. It took her about five minutes, but she finally narrowed it down to the two skirts. Once again, she stood in front of the mirror. She tried each of them on with the sweater. She finally decided to wear the khaki skirt.
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After dressing, she went down to the
kitchen, where her Mother was already preparing breakfast. Hermione sat down at
the table, crossed from her Father.
"Hermione, what took so long? You usually don't take long getting ready for Hogwarts!" Her mother said, glancing back at her daughter, looking over her outfit. Her mother was always obsessed with looks, Hermione never inherited that gene.
"Yeah, is there someone your trying to impress Hermi?" Her father mumbled from behind his paper. 'Great!' Her father had always been protective of her. He had hit it right on. She was trying to impress someone. A certain blond haired, gray eyes boy, whom she was suppose to hate. Draco Malfoy. She'd liked him since she set eyes on him, but found out that he was a stuck up prick. Even after he called her Mudblood all those years, she still fancied him. You could call it an obsession.
"Maybe. . ." Her father dropped his paper and raised his eyebrows. She just loved to tease him, especially about boys. Her mother turned around to look at Hermione, her eyes wide with shock.
"Really!? Hermione, that's great! Who is it!?" Her mother nearly screamed. For some reason, Hermione guessed that her mother had been waiting to give her the birds and the bees talk, but since Hermione never showed feelings for any boys, it didn't matter.
"Yeah. . ." Hermione blushed. Now she'd get it. Her mother pulled her arm and ran up to Hermione's room. She closed the door behind her and sat down. Hermione got ready for girl talk.
"Honey, who is it? Ron? Harry?" She said with a toothy grin. Hermione nearly gagged on the piece of bacon she was still chewing. 'Harry? Ron? No no. . . .'
"Of course not, I could never like them, we're just friends!" Hermione said through a fit of giggles.
"Hermione, tell me, I'm your mother! You can tell me! Seamus? Neville, Colin?" She named off all the possibilities. They got even worse. I mean, Neville?! Hermione just mumbled answers quietly. "Well, who else is there? I mean, it isn't one of your friends. . . What is that one boy that you said teases you a lot? Malfoy?"
Hermione blushed till she looked like a tomato. She turned away, hoping her mother didn't notice. She wasn't that lucky. She jumped up and started dancing around the room. Hermione huddled in the corner, trying not to get stepped on by her ecstatic mother. After about ten minutes, her father opened the door and stared wide eyed at her. He cleared his throat.
"Dear, we have to be going, you need to catch the train," He mumbled to Hermione, backing against the wall so Mother wouldn't hurt him. Her mother finally stopped hopping around and walked out the door. "What's got into her?"
"My first crush, that's all!" Hermione said in a fake cheerful voice. Her father paled considerably. Hermione giggled. "I have to do my hair; I'll be out in a minute."
Her father walked out the door, mumbling things like "great" and 'first crush?".
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Hermione headed back to her bathroom. Opening the medicine cabinet, she pulled out a vile filled with purple liquid. "Aha!" The liquid was her hair tamer. She wanted straight hair horribly, but the potion wasn't that strong. She liked her hair just the same. By taking the potion, it tuned smooth, resulting in soft, shoulder length wavy hair. She gulped down the sweet tasting potion and watched in the mirror. She just loved watching the transformation.
She felt her scalp tingle and cool. The roots of the hair started to smooth out, all the way to the ends. She brushed it out and ran her fingers through it. 'So smooth. . ." She threw the vial in the bin and pulled out a tube of De-oil. It was a magical potion that when applied to the face, would remove all extra oil. She applied it to her face and sat down at her vanity. Her face started to tingle. The potion hardened into a mask like cover and she pulled it off. She felt her face. It was soft and beautiful.
She opened the drawer and pulled out her collection of makeup. She applied the foundation and powder. She took her time, getting everything right. She also applied a light blush. She used an eye shadow that matched her outfit. Finally, she added a shimmering pink gloss. Looking in the mirror, satisfied. She cleaned off the vanity and headed towards the door.
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Her father had already loaded her trunk and owl and cage. Crookshanks had died soon after she came home from school, and her parents bought her an owl. Then Hermione remembered something. "Mom, Dad, when am I going to open my presents?"
"Well, this may seem a little weird, but since we're running late, you get to open them on the way to the train station," her father said, beckoning her towards the car. She got in and buckled her seatbelt. She waited a few minutes till her mother and father got in.
"We're off! Open your present's honey!" Her mother said with a smile. Hermione turned and reached for the one on the top. It was wrapped in blue paper with little birthday cakes. She opened the paper carefully at first, but got annoyed and ripped it off. Inside was what else, a book.
"'Hogwarts: A History, Revised version'. Mum! You knew I wanted this?" She said, reading the card. Her mother just smiled and nodded. Hermione hoped that all the presents weren't books. She grabbed a pink one slightly smaller than her Mother's present. It read 'From Daddy'.
It contained a one hundred pack of the hair potion she used. She was running low, so this would come in handy. "This is great! I was running low! Thank you!" She said as she looked at the rows of purple vials it contained. She went back to her presents.
After opening all her presents, she loaded all the presents into her trunk next to her. Then she noticed a small, green and silver package about the size of a pen, rectangle shaped. 'Wonder who this could be from.' She despised the colors, but opened it.
Inside was the most beautiful bracelet she'd ever seen. It had small little sapphires, her birthstone, and diamonds in a pattern. It seemed to be pure gold. She slipped it on her wrist and it seemed to fit itself on perfectly. She knew immediately that it was magical. She was shaken out of her thoughts by her Mother.
"Honey, we're here! Dad's gone to find you a cart to put your stuff on," her mother said, all the while looking at the bracelet. "Who gave you that?" She touched it and ran her fingers a crossed it.
"Someone who knows how to do magic, it fitted right on my wrist when I put it on," Hermione said, admiring it. She once again was deep in thought about who it came from. 'Ron? No, he couldn't afford it. Harry? No, he usually go books for her, and this seemed like a gift you'd give to someone you fancy, they had already settled their feelings to one another. Draco? No. . . . He hates me. . ." she was brought back down to earth.
"Honey, I got you a cart!" Her father said, tapping on the window. Hermione hopped out of the car and started loading her stuff onto the cart. When she loaded everything on, her parents approached her and gave her a hug. "Make sure you study hard!" Her father said, glancing down at the bracelet.
Her mother noticed where he was looking and said in his ear, "Hermione's got herself a secret admirer!" Hermione blushed at what her mother said. Her father paled a bit. Hermione said her goodbyes and entered the station. She glance up at the sign that read 'Platform 9'. She approached the barrier. She took one last look at the muggle world and ran through.
