This is a Draco-Hermione-a-little-bit-of-Ron-and-a-made-up-character-called-
Will-and-many-other-boys-and-that-pug-face-Pansy romance. But don't worry.
This is a story... so it's supposed to have a happy ending...(or not..) Pansy
will behave later on.
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Ü chapter 1 The Transformed Nerd Ü
It was a very sunny morning when Hermione Granger woke up. She was destined to receive her letter from Hogwarts that day. She glanced at her bedside clock, "8:00". She quickly went out of bed, rushed to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went to breakfast.
Hermione's parents, who are both dentists, have been very supportive of her being in Hogwarts since she was their only daughter. And they knew she was happy being a wizard.
"I think your letter came in this morning," Mrs. Granger said.
Hermione got her letter from the mailbox and quickly opened it. "Dear Ms. Granger," she read with fervent anticipation. "We are pleased to inform you that you will be our new Head Girl for this school year. Enclosed with this letter is the Head Girl badge."
Her smile was from ear to ear, as she took out a piece of cloth with the letters "HG" in sparkling gold.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Mum! I'm head girl!"
"Really?! That's great hunni!"
They jumped and jumped, laughing their hearts out. Hermione was so excited then she wondered who head boy was. 'Perhaps it would be Harry or Ron. This is going to be a so exciting!' she thought.
She wrote to Harry and Ron to meet her in Diagon Alley at exactly 9:00 am on August 28, not mentioning her Head Girl appointment.
It was already 9:30 am when she remembered she still had band practice at 11. Quickly, she rose from her seat and went to the showers. After a 15- minute bath, she pulled out a red spaghetti strapped blouse and white capris from her walk-in closet. While examining herself on the full-sized mirror, she smiled. She herself noticed that she had changed over the summer. She grew a couple of inches and was 5'6 tall. Her body was slim and curvaceous. Her breasts grew a little bit, giving her a body like Britney Spears. Her once bushy hair was now tame. Her pimple-free, high cheek boned face was modified with her dirty blonde, soft curls that landed at the small of her back. She took a red-white-and-blue striped halter-top and wore it over her spaghetti straps, exposing her barenaked belly, which after her best friend's persuasion, was pierced. After putting on her blue nike sneakers, she grabbed her guitar and dashed out of the door.
Boys stared at her while she passed by the streets, hooting at her. She was half pissed-off, half overwhelmed until she reached her best friend's house. She hit the buzzer twice. Erica Keller, a seventeen-year-old girl as tall as Hermione, opened the door. She had long auburn hair that was naturally straight. Her pale blue eyes and her pretty face were simply striking. She was holding a pair of drumsticks, which belonged to their friend, Will.
"Mione! You're just in time!" she exclaimed, giving Hermione a light hug. "Come in. Everyone's here."
She received high fives and quick hugs from her friends. After all the mush that lasted for about 48 years, they went to the garage and started practicing until 1:00pm.
"I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears,
But if you want to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
Cause your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone,"
They played Evanescence's My Immortal. Hermione was lead vocals, Zack Smith on bass, Erica on guitars, and Will Sanders on drums.
All of her friends knew about her other world. And at first, they couldn't believe that there was such a thing. But then, they realized that Hermione was still their friend and that nothing could break their friendship.
"Hey guys, I just received my Hogwarts letter," she said while drinking ice- cold water.
"Mione! You'll sound like a frog tomorrow, trust me," Zack said.
"Don't listen to him. Even if we slide snowballs down your throat, Celine Dion will remain envious of you," the auburn haired girl said. True, it was so ironic. Even if she drank plenty of cold liquids, she still had the cool voice.
"Guys, 'Mione's letter?" Will interrupted their argument and gave Hermione a smile. He always had the hots for Hermione.
"Thanks Will," she winked, as Will turned slightly pink. "As I was saying, I received my letter, and I'm... Head girl!"
Wows were heard from her friends. "That's the highest position for a student right?" asked Erica.
"Yeah," Hermione replied.
"Well, who's head boy? I hope he's worth it! Since you're sharing the same dormitory right?" Erica said.
"You're sharing the same dormitory?!" shrieked Will.
"Yeah. Why?" Zack said, examining Will. "You're not jealous are you?"
"Me? Jealous? Of course, not," lied Will. "It's just... unsafe. That's all. You know, sharing a room with a... a boy."
Hermione and Erica chuckled. They looked at Will with raised eyebrows.
"A dormitory, Will. Not a room," Erica said, with a little sarcastic tone on her voice. She eyed on Zack who was also smirking.
"Right. There's totally nothing wrong with it," said Will, who was now
turning red.
"On the other hand," Erica added. "Hermione could practice her skills on him."
"Skills?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why, snogging, of course," answered Erica matter-of-factly.
"Augh!" Hermione whined while she slapped her on the shoulder. "You are such an ass, Ric!"
"Snogging?" Will asked dumbfounded.
"Why of course, Will," Zack said. "Hermione might be a lady with overpowering rigidity inside her, but she's ready to be tendered by her Adonis."
"Thanks a bunch, Shakespeare!" Hermione mockingly cried.
Zack curtsied gracefully.
"You know, Hermione, Will's not that bad," smirked Zack. "You two will look good together."
"Zack!" both Hermione and Will cried. Silence grew between the four of them. Hermione stared at Will. 'Come to think of it, Will's not that bad,' she thought. Will Sanders was 2 years older than Hemione. He stood 6'2 and had blonde, one-length hair and a built structure. He was Edison High's basketball team's point guard. 'In fact, he looks like Brad Pitt in that movie, Troy' she added.
After 30 seconds of beaten faces, they broke into amazing laughter.
"You guys are assholes!" exclaimed Hermione, while throwing a pillow to Zack's face.
He took Hermione by the waist and turned her upside-down. "My, my, you gained a pound, 'Mione!" Zack, who was also well built, stood taller than Will. He was the quarter back of the school's football team, where she and Erica were made cheerleaders (summer activities). Zack nearly had hair. He had a skinhead cut. Which caused plenty of girls to loath on her and Erica for being so close to him.
They kept on wrestling each other until they were all exhausted.
"Hey guys, pizza? My treat," Will said.
"Yeah!" the other three exclaimed.
"Then let's go pooling!" shouted Erica.
They got their jackets and hopped in on Will's silver gray sport's car. I got high by Afroman was played on the stereo and they all began singing and laughing, attracting a lot of attention from the people on the streets.
When they reached the mall, they went directly to Pop's, their hangout place.
"Hmmm.. This is good," Hermione said, devouring the loose mozzarella.
"Hey 'Mione, how're those hunkie friends of yours?" Erica muttered after sipping her Oreo Shake. "Hmmm... I think it was Danny and Bon?"
"Oh, Harry and Ron. I think they're quite all right. Asked me to come with them in the Quidditch World cup but then, I have band issues so I thought it would be better not to go."
"Oh 'Mione, you should have gone to that Gweenitch game. You know we'd understand," said Zack. "Right, guys?"
The three just nodded.
"Thanks guys, but I'm really not much of a QUIDDITCH fan," Hermione blurted out, facing Zack while she said Quidditch. "And besides, I'm having fun being with you guys."
"AwWw.."
After devouring 2 pan pizzas (1 slice each for the girls and 7 each for the boys), they went to Blue Posts, a nearby billiard club where most of the teenagers in Edison High hang out. They sat down on the beanbags that settled on the floor near their assigned pool table.
"Girls versus boys," said Erica. "If we win, you wear our bikinis, while washing our cars." At this, Hermione giggled.
"And if we win," said Will who paused for a while to think of a suitable penalty. "You pay for this."
"Deal," said Hermione abruptly.
"Are you dumb?" interrupted Zack. "We get to be Pamela Anderson in front of the neighborhood and you'll let them get away by just footing the bill?!"
"Chill, man. Okay, you would have to baby-sit all of out neighbor's babies for free!"
"You're so lame, Sanders," Zack rolled his eyes. "You bring us to Hogwarts, Hermione."
"But that's against the rules!" shouted Hermione.
"Not if you're Head Girl!" said Erica.
"So you're against me now, Ric?"
"No, but you told me that that headmaster of yours, Dumblebee, or whatever his name is, is a human-lover, and I'm pretty sure he'll say yes since we already know much about your world."
"And as if we're not humans," said Hermione still feeling tight on the offer. "Well, I think it would be all—"
"It's a deal!" interrupted Zack.
"Let's get it on!" cried Erica. "The quarter back on bikinis, JUICY!"
"Eat my shorts!"
The combat began. Hermione worked really hard to win but Erica, who considered Zack and Will to be in bikinis was really cute thought that it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to visit her girlfriend's school. She acted as if she didn't even know the game.
"Okay guys, one more, and we win," said Hermione. "Hello, Baywatch!" When she hit the cue ball, it went pass the maroon ball and directly inside the left corner pocket.
"SCRATCH!" shouted Zack, jumping and twirling his cue like a baton. "Hello, Magic World!" He positioned the little white ball on the head string and clobbered it so hard the pocket almost tore apart.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Will triumphantly. "Nice shot, man!"
Hermione sighed. She knew Dumbledore would be a little considerate with this so she felt a little relieved. The four of them stayed under the umbrellad tables outside the club and ordered some drinks.
They spotted a group of five boys eyeing on Hermione and Erica. Erica, who wore a purple silhouette jacket over a pink midrib and a pair of khaki bootleg jeans looked quite stunning. She too, had a pierced bellybutton.
"Oohhh... those girl's are hot!" said the leader of the group, with a couple of whistles from the other four.
Zack and Will noticed that the group was the school's basketball team.
"Hey Guerrero!" yelled Will.
"Sanders! Smith!" said the boy's leader who was in the school's red and white jersey. All five of them looked equally good, wearing the same outfit. "You boys with these chicks?"
"Oh right," Zack replied. "This is Hermione and Erica, they're on the band."
"Hey," the two girls replied in unison with an eyebrow raised and pursed lips. They reached out their hands to Jake Guerrero. They expected him to shake it in return, but instead, he took both hands and kissed the back of it.
"Gentleman," said Erica in a seductive tone while she licked her upper lip. "Maybe you should drop by some time and watch us kick the hell out of you." She and Hermione loved to play these games.
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be screaming for more," Hermione added in a very babyish tone. She was now shifting her head from side to side, twirling her hair and moving the straw of her Shandy Shake very slowly.
"Oh really?" Jake said, with a very wide smile. "Naughty girls, you are."
Erica and Hermione just giggled. Zack, Will, and the 4 other guys had opened mouths, acting as if they were drooling for something so tempting.
"So, Master Yoda, you're captain?" asked Hermione, still with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
"Yeah," replied Jake, who was steaming with hidden desire for the girls. "My team, this is." He was quite hypnotized by the "Master Yoda" identification given by Hermione. He never took his gaze away from her.
"Right," said Hermione. "Well, I'll see you next time. We still have some things to do."
And slowly, Erica and Hermione rose from the seat. Their butt did some kind of scoop that made all the boys stare at them. Together, they touched Jake's shoulders, sliding them on his chest and walked through the team who was now all slack-jawed, including Zack and Will.
"Bye bye," said the pouting Erica while closing and opening her hands like a child who said goodbye to his dead goldfish being flushed on the toilet.
"Zack, Will, you're not coming?" Hermione eyed on their bass player and drummer.
"What?!" said the both of them, breaking their reverie. "Oh.. Right, bye guys."
"Wow" was the only thing the basketball team said. Hermione and Erica triggered them all.
The two girls who were later joined by Will and Zack just chortled and high- fived. "That's the way you do it!" whispered Erica to Hermione.
The 28th of August came. Hermione decided to stay in the Leaky Cauldron for 4 days to prevent tardiness. It was 6:30 in the morning when she woke up. She packed some muggle things-- her clothes, some make-up, trendy shoes, and a long elegant gown by Chanel. With a little help from Erica, her fashion adviser, she was all set.
After taking a long bath in her bathroom, she put on her white button down sleeveless top. Noticing that it was too long for her, she tied the end of it in a neat knot, exposing a little of her flat tummy. She wore a round- pleated, navy blue miniskirt and her knee-high socks were about 6 inches below it. She set her hair in a low, tight ponytail, and left some curls to fall freely on her face. She looked once again at her reflection on her full-sized mirror and muttered, "I'm ready."
"Wow, sweetie, you look great!" Mrs. Granger rejoiced, holding a video camera. "My little sweetie on her 7th and final year at school." She sniffled a little.
"Oh mom, keep that camera." Hermione said while rolling her eyes. "I'm not a baby anymore, okay? But don't worry, I'll be visiting you and dad in the Home for the aged when I have time," she joked. While laughing at the vacant expression of her mom, they hug each other.
Her mom smirked. "Now you take care of yourself okay? And owl us when you get there."
"Yeah, I will."
"Oh honey, not the camera again!" said Mr. Granger, coming from the car, "Sport! Come fast! It's already 8:00. Ignore mum. She's just a bit insane."
Hermione just laughed as he kissed her mom goodbye. She wore her robes, covering her entire attire; put on her leather strap-on shoes and dashed out the door.
"And you call yourself my husband!" Mrs. Granger called out while laughing as Mr. Granger started the engine. "Bye Hermione!"
"Bye mum! Love ya!"
By the time they reached the Leaky Cauldron, it was already 8:30 in the morning. Mr. Granger helped Hermione take all of her belongings from the car. Together, they brought it inside the Leaky Cauldron. Tom the innkeeper was already busy with some wizards and witches taking some orders.
"Hey, Tom!" said Mr. Granger to the old man. "I trust you with Hermione here."
"Sure thing, sure thing. Hermione, room nine's free."
"Thanks, Tom," she replied. Hermione faced her dad and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, dad. Take care... both of you."
"Bye Sport. Love you," Mr. Granger told her and gave her a hug. "Owl us."
"I will. Love ya!" she then gave her dad a high-five. She and her dad shared a different kind of father-and-daughter relationship, but then, she felt so relieved when she talked to her dad, especially when he calls her "Sport".
"Hey, Sport. Wait a sec," called Mr. Granger. "Bought you a new cd player. And here are some compiled cd's from your friends." He took out an orange flowery paper bag from the car's drawer and handed it to Hermione.
"WOW!" she said. In her hand was a pink-metallic cd player with glass-like buttons. "Wow! Thanks dad! It's fantastic! But, you know I couldn't--"
"Mailed Dumbledore. I asked him if he could allow you to use your electronics. He said yes."
"Really?! You're unbelievable!" she jumped on her dad, hugging him so tight, still looking at her new player. "Wait a minute. Whoa! These are the ones that cost a fortune!"
"Just don't tell mum about this, okay? She doesn't know," Mr. Granger said, while putting his index finger across her lips, gesturing silence. "You better get going. Harry and Ron's probably waiting for you already."
"Right. Buhbye!" and with a final hug, they parted ways.
Hermione ran to her room, took her purse and went to the brick wall separating Diagon Alley from London. She took out her wand and muttered "Three up, two across." Then the bricks separated, showing the old Diagon Alley.
She entered Wizard's Shack, the Gryffindor Golden Trio's meeting place. She quickly noticed Harry's jet-black hair, which was now neatly cut and gelled. Harry, who has been the Gryffindor Quidditch team's seeker for almost 7 years, was made team captain on their 6th year. He was muscular more than ever. He was as tall as Will and he didn't use his round glasses anymore. Instead, he wore contacts.
"HARRY!" she shouted, causing Harry to jump from his stool.
"Hermione!" said Harry, whose arms wrapped around Hermione in a tight hug. "Wow! You look amazing!"
"Thank you! You look good yourself. Where's Ron?"
Just as Harry was about to answer, Ron went out of the men's room, with a twisted face, complaining about something.
"Harry, there were frogs in the toi---" Ron was completely speechless when he saw Hermione (we all know he has a little crush on her). "Her- her—Hermione! What have you done to yourself?!"
"Nice to see you, too, Ron," she said, sounding hurt.
"I'm sorry," Ron began. "It's just that.... Wow! You look... bloody good!"
Hermione turned pink. She knew she changed physically (and maybe mentally) but she never realized that her transformation would leave her friends speechless. "Thank you. You, too."
Ron grew really tall, probably a couple of inches taller than Harry. He was made keeper on their 5th year. 'Hours of Quidditch training really toughened him up.' She thought. He looked so good, girls were even whispering to each other as they passed by the three of them.
Still slack-jawed and shocked at their best friend's look, the bartender of The Wizard's Shack broke their silence.
"Butterbeers, my friends?" he asked.
"Yes, please," replied Hermione. "Three."
"So, what have you guys been doing this summer?" asked Ron.
"Creating music," replied Hermione. "We started a band."
"Oh, so that's why you had plenty of time writing back to us."
"Don't put on that sarcastic tone, Ronald," Hermione said. "I was busy. I have practice everyday and we play during weekends in a bar. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, 'Mione. We understand."
After talking and more than twelve butterbeers, she bade goodbye to Harry and Ron.
"Hey 'Mione," Harry said. "We could walk you to Leaky Cauldron. Right Ron?"
Ron nodded.
"Thanks."
Together, the three of them walked through the moonlit corridors of Diagon Alley. Ron kept on sharing jokes, which made them laugh all the way to the inn without realization.
"Room nine, guys," said Hermione, while releasing her hiccups. "In case you want to—hic!—visit me—hic!"
"Sure!" they replied at the same time.
"Oh, guys,—hic!- which of you—hic!- made head boy? Hic!"
"Head boy? I didn't. And Ron hasn't told me anything," answered Harry. He glanced at Ron who just shook his head. Apprehending what she meant, Harry hailed, "I knew you were Head Girl!"
Hermione still wanted to ask them if they knew who Head Boy was, but she was squeezed in between her two best friends that she could hardly breathe.
"Guyt, I cuddut breet."
"Oh, sorry, 'Mione," said the startled Ron. "We're just proud of you."
"You better get some sleep now," Harry said with a concerned tone. "You're getting wheezy."
"Right. Hic! Night night guys!" she kissed both of her friends on the cheek.
"Goodnight."
Hermione was so tired she didn't bother to change clothes. She just took off her skirt, shoes, and socks and jumped straight to bed, leaving her on her white button-down sleeveless top and black short cycling shorts.
Her bathroom door flew open and a muscular figure came toward her. The only thing that covered his body was a towel wrapped around his waist. The guy seemed to be looking at her body until he decided to speak up.
"Granger?!" said the very familiar voice.
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Ü chapter 1 The Transformed Nerd Ü
It was a very sunny morning when Hermione Granger woke up. She was destined to receive her letter from Hogwarts that day. She glanced at her bedside clock, "8:00". She quickly went out of bed, rushed to the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and went to breakfast.
Hermione's parents, who are both dentists, have been very supportive of her being in Hogwarts since she was their only daughter. And they knew she was happy being a wizard.
"I think your letter came in this morning," Mrs. Granger said.
Hermione got her letter from the mailbox and quickly opened it. "Dear Ms. Granger," she read with fervent anticipation. "We are pleased to inform you that you will be our new Head Girl for this school year. Enclosed with this letter is the Head Girl badge."
Her smile was from ear to ear, as she took out a piece of cloth with the letters "HG" in sparkling gold.
"Wow!" she exclaimed. "Mum! I'm head girl!"
"Really?! That's great hunni!"
They jumped and jumped, laughing their hearts out. Hermione was so excited then she wondered who head boy was. 'Perhaps it would be Harry or Ron. This is going to be a so exciting!' she thought.
She wrote to Harry and Ron to meet her in Diagon Alley at exactly 9:00 am on August 28, not mentioning her Head Girl appointment.
It was already 9:30 am when she remembered she still had band practice at 11. Quickly, she rose from her seat and went to the showers. After a 15- minute bath, she pulled out a red spaghetti strapped blouse and white capris from her walk-in closet. While examining herself on the full-sized mirror, she smiled. She herself noticed that she had changed over the summer. She grew a couple of inches and was 5'6 tall. Her body was slim and curvaceous. Her breasts grew a little bit, giving her a body like Britney Spears. Her once bushy hair was now tame. Her pimple-free, high cheek boned face was modified with her dirty blonde, soft curls that landed at the small of her back. She took a red-white-and-blue striped halter-top and wore it over her spaghetti straps, exposing her barenaked belly, which after her best friend's persuasion, was pierced. After putting on her blue nike sneakers, she grabbed her guitar and dashed out of the door.
Boys stared at her while she passed by the streets, hooting at her. She was half pissed-off, half overwhelmed until she reached her best friend's house. She hit the buzzer twice. Erica Keller, a seventeen-year-old girl as tall as Hermione, opened the door. She had long auburn hair that was naturally straight. Her pale blue eyes and her pretty face were simply striking. She was holding a pair of drumsticks, which belonged to their friend, Will.
"Mione! You're just in time!" she exclaimed, giving Hermione a light hug. "Come in. Everyone's here."
She received high fives and quick hugs from her friends. After all the mush that lasted for about 48 years, they went to the garage and started practicing until 1:00pm.
"I'm so tired of being here,
Suppressed by all my childish fears,
But if you want to leave,
I wish that you would just leave,
Cause your presence still lingers here,
And it won't leave me alone,"
They played Evanescence's My Immortal. Hermione was lead vocals, Zack Smith on bass, Erica on guitars, and Will Sanders on drums.
All of her friends knew about her other world. And at first, they couldn't believe that there was such a thing. But then, they realized that Hermione was still their friend and that nothing could break their friendship.
"Hey guys, I just received my Hogwarts letter," she said while drinking ice- cold water.
"Mione! You'll sound like a frog tomorrow, trust me," Zack said.
"Don't listen to him. Even if we slide snowballs down your throat, Celine Dion will remain envious of you," the auburn haired girl said. True, it was so ironic. Even if she drank plenty of cold liquids, she still had the cool voice.
"Guys, 'Mione's letter?" Will interrupted their argument and gave Hermione a smile. He always had the hots for Hermione.
"Thanks Will," she winked, as Will turned slightly pink. "As I was saying, I received my letter, and I'm... Head girl!"
Wows were heard from her friends. "That's the highest position for a student right?" asked Erica.
"Yeah," Hermione replied.
"Well, who's head boy? I hope he's worth it! Since you're sharing the same dormitory right?" Erica said.
"You're sharing the same dormitory?!" shrieked Will.
"Yeah. Why?" Zack said, examining Will. "You're not jealous are you?"
"Me? Jealous? Of course, not," lied Will. "It's just... unsafe. That's all. You know, sharing a room with a... a boy."
Hermione and Erica chuckled. They looked at Will with raised eyebrows.
"A dormitory, Will. Not a room," Erica said, with a little sarcastic tone on her voice. She eyed on Zack who was also smirking.
"Right. There's totally nothing wrong with it," said Will, who was now
turning red.
"On the other hand," Erica added. "Hermione could practice her skills on him."
"Skills?" Hermione asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Why, snogging, of course," answered Erica matter-of-factly.
"Augh!" Hermione whined while she slapped her on the shoulder. "You are such an ass, Ric!"
"Snogging?" Will asked dumbfounded.
"Why of course, Will," Zack said. "Hermione might be a lady with overpowering rigidity inside her, but she's ready to be tendered by her Adonis."
"Thanks a bunch, Shakespeare!" Hermione mockingly cried.
Zack curtsied gracefully.
"You know, Hermione, Will's not that bad," smirked Zack. "You two will look good together."
"Zack!" both Hermione and Will cried. Silence grew between the four of them. Hermione stared at Will. 'Come to think of it, Will's not that bad,' she thought. Will Sanders was 2 years older than Hemione. He stood 6'2 and had blonde, one-length hair and a built structure. He was Edison High's basketball team's point guard. 'In fact, he looks like Brad Pitt in that movie, Troy' she added.
After 30 seconds of beaten faces, they broke into amazing laughter.
"You guys are assholes!" exclaimed Hermione, while throwing a pillow to Zack's face.
He took Hermione by the waist and turned her upside-down. "My, my, you gained a pound, 'Mione!" Zack, who was also well built, stood taller than Will. He was the quarter back of the school's football team, where she and Erica were made cheerleaders (summer activities). Zack nearly had hair. He had a skinhead cut. Which caused plenty of girls to loath on her and Erica for being so close to him.
They kept on wrestling each other until they were all exhausted.
"Hey guys, pizza? My treat," Will said.
"Yeah!" the other three exclaimed.
"Then let's go pooling!" shouted Erica.
They got their jackets and hopped in on Will's silver gray sport's car. I got high by Afroman was played on the stereo and they all began singing and laughing, attracting a lot of attention from the people on the streets.
When they reached the mall, they went directly to Pop's, their hangout place.
"Hmmm.. This is good," Hermione said, devouring the loose mozzarella.
"Hey 'Mione, how're those hunkie friends of yours?" Erica muttered after sipping her Oreo Shake. "Hmmm... I think it was Danny and Bon?"
"Oh, Harry and Ron. I think they're quite all right. Asked me to come with them in the Quidditch World cup but then, I have band issues so I thought it would be better not to go."
"Oh 'Mione, you should have gone to that Gweenitch game. You know we'd understand," said Zack. "Right, guys?"
The three just nodded.
"Thanks guys, but I'm really not much of a QUIDDITCH fan," Hermione blurted out, facing Zack while she said Quidditch. "And besides, I'm having fun being with you guys."
"AwWw.."
After devouring 2 pan pizzas (1 slice each for the girls and 7 each for the boys), they went to Blue Posts, a nearby billiard club where most of the teenagers in Edison High hang out. They sat down on the beanbags that settled on the floor near their assigned pool table.
"Girls versus boys," said Erica. "If we win, you wear our bikinis, while washing our cars." At this, Hermione giggled.
"And if we win," said Will who paused for a while to think of a suitable penalty. "You pay for this."
"Deal," said Hermione abruptly.
"Are you dumb?" interrupted Zack. "We get to be Pamela Anderson in front of the neighborhood and you'll let them get away by just footing the bill?!"
"Chill, man. Okay, you would have to baby-sit all of out neighbor's babies for free!"
"You're so lame, Sanders," Zack rolled his eyes. "You bring us to Hogwarts, Hermione."
"But that's against the rules!" shouted Hermione.
"Not if you're Head Girl!" said Erica.
"So you're against me now, Ric?"
"No, but you told me that that headmaster of yours, Dumblebee, or whatever his name is, is a human-lover, and I'm pretty sure he'll say yes since we already know much about your world."
"And as if we're not humans," said Hermione still feeling tight on the offer. "Well, I think it would be all—"
"It's a deal!" interrupted Zack.
"Let's get it on!" cried Erica. "The quarter back on bikinis, JUICY!"
"Eat my shorts!"
The combat began. Hermione worked really hard to win but Erica, who considered Zack and Will to be in bikinis was really cute thought that it would be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to visit her girlfriend's school. She acted as if she didn't even know the game.
"Okay guys, one more, and we win," said Hermione. "Hello, Baywatch!" When she hit the cue ball, it went pass the maroon ball and directly inside the left corner pocket.
"SCRATCH!" shouted Zack, jumping and twirling his cue like a baton. "Hello, Magic World!" He positioned the little white ball on the head string and clobbered it so hard the pocket almost tore apart.
"Yeah!" exclaimed Will triumphantly. "Nice shot, man!"
Hermione sighed. She knew Dumbledore would be a little considerate with this so she felt a little relieved. The four of them stayed under the umbrellad tables outside the club and ordered some drinks.
They spotted a group of five boys eyeing on Hermione and Erica. Erica, who wore a purple silhouette jacket over a pink midrib and a pair of khaki bootleg jeans looked quite stunning. She too, had a pierced bellybutton.
"Oohhh... those girl's are hot!" said the leader of the group, with a couple of whistles from the other four.
Zack and Will noticed that the group was the school's basketball team.
"Hey Guerrero!" yelled Will.
"Sanders! Smith!" said the boy's leader who was in the school's red and white jersey. All five of them looked equally good, wearing the same outfit. "You boys with these chicks?"
"Oh right," Zack replied. "This is Hermione and Erica, they're on the band."
"Hey," the two girls replied in unison with an eyebrow raised and pursed lips. They reached out their hands to Jake Guerrero. They expected him to shake it in return, but instead, he took both hands and kissed the back of it.
"Gentleman," said Erica in a seductive tone while she licked her upper lip. "Maybe you should drop by some time and watch us kick the hell out of you." She and Hermione loved to play these games.
"Yeah, I'm sure you'll be screaming for more," Hermione added in a very babyish tone. She was now shifting her head from side to side, twirling her hair and moving the straw of her Shandy Shake very slowly.
"Oh really?" Jake said, with a very wide smile. "Naughty girls, you are."
Erica and Hermione just giggled. Zack, Will, and the 4 other guys had opened mouths, acting as if they were drooling for something so tempting.
"So, Master Yoda, you're captain?" asked Hermione, still with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.
"Yeah," replied Jake, who was steaming with hidden desire for the girls. "My team, this is." He was quite hypnotized by the "Master Yoda" identification given by Hermione. He never took his gaze away from her.
"Right," said Hermione. "Well, I'll see you next time. We still have some things to do."
And slowly, Erica and Hermione rose from the seat. Their butt did some kind of scoop that made all the boys stare at them. Together, they touched Jake's shoulders, sliding them on his chest and walked through the team who was now all slack-jawed, including Zack and Will.
"Bye bye," said the pouting Erica while closing and opening her hands like a child who said goodbye to his dead goldfish being flushed on the toilet.
"Zack, Will, you're not coming?" Hermione eyed on their bass player and drummer.
"What?!" said the both of them, breaking their reverie. "Oh.. Right, bye guys."
"Wow" was the only thing the basketball team said. Hermione and Erica triggered them all.
The two girls who were later joined by Will and Zack just chortled and high- fived. "That's the way you do it!" whispered Erica to Hermione.
The 28th of August came. Hermione decided to stay in the Leaky Cauldron for 4 days to prevent tardiness. It was 6:30 in the morning when she woke up. She packed some muggle things-- her clothes, some make-up, trendy shoes, and a long elegant gown by Chanel. With a little help from Erica, her fashion adviser, she was all set.
After taking a long bath in her bathroom, she put on her white button down sleeveless top. Noticing that it was too long for her, she tied the end of it in a neat knot, exposing a little of her flat tummy. She wore a round- pleated, navy blue miniskirt and her knee-high socks were about 6 inches below it. She set her hair in a low, tight ponytail, and left some curls to fall freely on her face. She looked once again at her reflection on her full-sized mirror and muttered, "I'm ready."
"Wow, sweetie, you look great!" Mrs. Granger rejoiced, holding a video camera. "My little sweetie on her 7th and final year at school." She sniffled a little.
"Oh mom, keep that camera." Hermione said while rolling her eyes. "I'm not a baby anymore, okay? But don't worry, I'll be visiting you and dad in the Home for the aged when I have time," she joked. While laughing at the vacant expression of her mom, they hug each other.
Her mom smirked. "Now you take care of yourself okay? And owl us when you get there."
"Yeah, I will."
"Oh honey, not the camera again!" said Mr. Granger, coming from the car, "Sport! Come fast! It's already 8:00. Ignore mum. She's just a bit insane."
Hermione just laughed as he kissed her mom goodbye. She wore her robes, covering her entire attire; put on her leather strap-on shoes and dashed out the door.
"And you call yourself my husband!" Mrs. Granger called out while laughing as Mr. Granger started the engine. "Bye Hermione!"
"Bye mum! Love ya!"
By the time they reached the Leaky Cauldron, it was already 8:30 in the morning. Mr. Granger helped Hermione take all of her belongings from the car. Together, they brought it inside the Leaky Cauldron. Tom the innkeeper was already busy with some wizards and witches taking some orders.
"Hey, Tom!" said Mr. Granger to the old man. "I trust you with Hermione here."
"Sure thing, sure thing. Hermione, room nine's free."
"Thanks, Tom," she replied. Hermione faced her dad and kissed him on the cheek. "Bye, dad. Take care... both of you."
"Bye Sport. Love you," Mr. Granger told her and gave her a hug. "Owl us."
"I will. Love ya!" she then gave her dad a high-five. She and her dad shared a different kind of father-and-daughter relationship, but then, she felt so relieved when she talked to her dad, especially when he calls her "Sport".
"Hey, Sport. Wait a sec," called Mr. Granger. "Bought you a new cd player. And here are some compiled cd's from your friends." He took out an orange flowery paper bag from the car's drawer and handed it to Hermione.
"WOW!" she said. In her hand was a pink-metallic cd player with glass-like buttons. "Wow! Thanks dad! It's fantastic! But, you know I couldn't--"
"Mailed Dumbledore. I asked him if he could allow you to use your electronics. He said yes."
"Really?! You're unbelievable!" she jumped on her dad, hugging him so tight, still looking at her new player. "Wait a minute. Whoa! These are the ones that cost a fortune!"
"Just don't tell mum about this, okay? She doesn't know," Mr. Granger said, while putting his index finger across her lips, gesturing silence. "You better get going. Harry and Ron's probably waiting for you already."
"Right. Buhbye!" and with a final hug, they parted ways.
Hermione ran to her room, took her purse and went to the brick wall separating Diagon Alley from London. She took out her wand and muttered "Three up, two across." Then the bricks separated, showing the old Diagon Alley.
She entered Wizard's Shack, the Gryffindor Golden Trio's meeting place. She quickly noticed Harry's jet-black hair, which was now neatly cut and gelled. Harry, who has been the Gryffindor Quidditch team's seeker for almost 7 years, was made team captain on their 6th year. He was muscular more than ever. He was as tall as Will and he didn't use his round glasses anymore. Instead, he wore contacts.
"HARRY!" she shouted, causing Harry to jump from his stool.
"Hermione!" said Harry, whose arms wrapped around Hermione in a tight hug. "Wow! You look amazing!"
"Thank you! You look good yourself. Where's Ron?"
Just as Harry was about to answer, Ron went out of the men's room, with a twisted face, complaining about something.
"Harry, there were frogs in the toi---" Ron was completely speechless when he saw Hermione (we all know he has a little crush on her). "Her- her—Hermione! What have you done to yourself?!"
"Nice to see you, too, Ron," she said, sounding hurt.
"I'm sorry," Ron began. "It's just that.... Wow! You look... bloody good!"
Hermione turned pink. She knew she changed physically (and maybe mentally) but she never realized that her transformation would leave her friends speechless. "Thank you. You, too."
Ron grew really tall, probably a couple of inches taller than Harry. He was made keeper on their 5th year. 'Hours of Quidditch training really toughened him up.' She thought. He looked so good, girls were even whispering to each other as they passed by the three of them.
Still slack-jawed and shocked at their best friend's look, the bartender of The Wizard's Shack broke their silence.
"Butterbeers, my friends?" he asked.
"Yes, please," replied Hermione. "Three."
"So, what have you guys been doing this summer?" asked Ron.
"Creating music," replied Hermione. "We started a band."
"Oh, so that's why you had plenty of time writing back to us."
"Don't put on that sarcastic tone, Ronald," Hermione said. "I was busy. I have practice everyday and we play during weekends in a bar. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, 'Mione. We understand."
After talking and more than twelve butterbeers, she bade goodbye to Harry and Ron.
"Hey 'Mione," Harry said. "We could walk you to Leaky Cauldron. Right Ron?"
Ron nodded.
"Thanks."
Together, the three of them walked through the moonlit corridors of Diagon Alley. Ron kept on sharing jokes, which made them laugh all the way to the inn without realization.
"Room nine, guys," said Hermione, while releasing her hiccups. "In case you want to—hic!—visit me—hic!"
"Sure!" they replied at the same time.
"Oh, guys,—hic!- which of you—hic!- made head boy? Hic!"
"Head boy? I didn't. And Ron hasn't told me anything," answered Harry. He glanced at Ron who just shook his head. Apprehending what she meant, Harry hailed, "I knew you were Head Girl!"
Hermione still wanted to ask them if they knew who Head Boy was, but she was squeezed in between her two best friends that she could hardly breathe.
"Guyt, I cuddut breet."
"Oh, sorry, 'Mione," said the startled Ron. "We're just proud of you."
"You better get some sleep now," Harry said with a concerned tone. "You're getting wheezy."
"Right. Hic! Night night guys!" she kissed both of her friends on the cheek.
"Goodnight."
Hermione was so tired she didn't bother to change clothes. She just took off her skirt, shoes, and socks and jumped straight to bed, leaving her on her white button-down sleeveless top and black short cycling shorts.
Her bathroom door flew open and a muscular figure came toward her. The only thing that covered his body was a towel wrapped around his waist. The guy seemed to be looking at her body until he decided to speak up.
"Granger?!" said the very familiar voice.