Chapter 2
A New Hermione

Hermione opened her eyes she was in the library. She must've fallen asleep. She yawned and stretched. She had been in there since her first class.
Boy was THAT a disaster she thought bitterly as she gathered up her books and stepped out into the hall. She figured that classes must still be going on because the halls were deserted and there was no one in the library. She walked to the Gryffendor common room, ignoring the disapproving look of the Fat Lady, she mumbled the pass word and slipped into the girls bathroom.
If she was going to change the old know it all' Hermione that she had herd about, she would have to start with a new image. Already had straitened her hair, that was something, but.... She looked at the books she had taken from the library and flipped through Witch Weekly. The ads for ropes and beauty charms were silly or ugly. She looked at a couple other magazines before deciding on a certain look. She carefully pointed her stick (aka: wand) at her head and read the words underneath an ad for hair coloring. Without looking in the mirror again she whispered the words from a makeup ad and ear piercings. She slowly looked in the mirror and gasped.
Looking back at her she saw a teenaged girl with purple highlighted hair, dark eye makeup, and bold earrings. She grinned and flounced out of the bathroom. She assumed that the magazines took money as one whispered the spells, but she didn't care. She didn't care about anything anymore. With this magic' stuff she could do anything. She didn't have to have a teacher telling her spells, she could read about them.
Before she knew it, she was back in the library. There was a certain section she noticed that looked particularly deserted. She looked around for the librarian, but she was no where in sight. Shrugging, she walked over and picked out some books.

~*~ One hour later
She had never in her life noticed how heaving books were, of course, she had about twenty. She stopped to catch her breath and wiped some droplets of sweat from her upper lip. She hoped this would all be worth it. The common room was just a few steps away. She hastily said the password and dropped the books in front of a chair and started reading.
She had already gotten through two particularly dusty books when students started coming through the portrait hole.
There you are! See? That's the Hermione we know. Not the kind that..... Ron trailed off looking at her hair. Wa..... wa.... wha.... why would you do that? he stuttered, his eye twitching a little.
Hermione patted her self mentally on the back for a plan well thought out. umm... felt like it.'
FELT LIKE IT??!!!??? Ron's face was red you don't--- why did you--- gaaaa! I can't talk to you anymore! Hermione shrugged.
and went back to reading. She could tell that Harry was still there because there was a shadow over her book. Would you mind moving? He raised an eyebrow um... please? she said with a touch of annoyance.
Why did you treat Ron like that? He's been your friend for other six years now!
How was I to know that? Plus, how did you guys become friends with a bossy, frizzy haired, mudblood, know-it-all girl any ways? Harry sighed and sat down.
Truthfully, I think at first it was because we felt sorry for you that you didn't have any friends, and then you got involved with the sorcerer stone, and one thing led to another. I dunno, you've just kinda stuck with us and loosened up a bit I guess.
Hold on. You felt sorry for me? Wait, did you say sorcerer's stone? Hold on. She pulled out the book she had finished reading and flipped through the pages until she she came across a certain picture. I got involved with this stone? How? Harry massaged his neck, ruffled his hair and sighed.
Oh wow, I really didn't think I'd have to go through this now, but.... Okay it was our first year at Hogwarts...........

~five hours later~
........ and that's how you lost your memory Harry couldn't believe he had been talking so long. The fires in the common rooms had been lit and they had missed dinner. He hadn't talked the whole time, there were times that Hermione would have to refer to one of her books or ask a question, but Harry couldn't believe they hadn't been interrupted.
It's weird to be told your life and not be able to remember a single thing.
Yeah, I know the feeling Harry reflected back to the time when Hagrid had told him that he was famous. Boy I'm hungry! Lets go down to the kitchens
I'm with you on that one! Hermione groaned as she got up stiffly.
When they arrived at the kitchens Harry climbed through the portrait, but stopped Hermione. Your not allowed in here, I'll be back in a sec. About five minutes later Harry came back out carrying plates of food with some difficulty. Hermione grabbed some and they started off down the hall.
Why aren't I allowed in the kitchens? Hermione asked, tucking her hair behind her ears and taking a bite of a bread roll.
Harry shifted uncomfortably. You made a big fuss about the house elfs last time we were there and they um.... banished us..... Doby managed to let me and Ron back in, but they still don't like you very much.
Why would I make a fuss about house elfs? As long as they're getting paid, who cares wha--- Harry cut her off.
They don't get paid He hurried through the portrait hole.
What? That's outrageous! It's slavery! I bet they got tricked into--
Somethings never change Harry muttered under his breath.
That night Hermione lay awake thinking of everything she had learned. She still only knew the major details, and even then..... What about her own secrets? She realized that sleep was impossible and decided to go for a walk. She tied her hair up in a pony tail (It had already gained frizziness again) and slipped out.
The grass around the school was cold and wet and a breeze stung her face. She welcomed it as it made her loose hairs fly and dance around her face. She didn't actually know why she dyed her hair. Probably caught up in the rebellious state of mind. But now she didn't care even if her hair was red, she was in a state of bliss.
Suddenly she saw a image flash in her head. She stepped back, startled. She quickly looked around, and her feet started moving towards a small bush near the lake. She pulled on the branches in what seemed like a pattern and they slowly opened up to reveal a small room. She climbed down. There were no lights, just windows. A boy was standing with his back towards one, so she couldn't see his face.
Oh, sorry I didn't mean to-
How could you remember out hide out but not me? the boy sounded hurt. His voice was familiar. How could she not have known?
YOU were my boyfriend? that's funny.