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~Later That Night~
'Finally some time to my damn self!' Hermione thought. She lazily looked over to the clock on her nightstand. It read 5:30 am. 'Go fucking figure! Damnit- I better start packing. I'll get to leave this hellhole for another soon.'
As she packed, she made sure she left most of her "face" clothes in her closet, only packing the ones that she mainly wore over the summer. Black, green, silver, and blood red. The occasional decal of fairies with daggers on a black back round-outfits she had plenty of, and one of which she was wearing.
To everyone at school Hermione was a little book worm-bossy-happy-and an all around good girl who had a good home life. And that description you could use to prove just how little everyone really knew about her. She put up a face that consisted of everything everyone thought they knew about her. She played up that face very well and was sick of it. So sick it was making her physically sick.
To be truthful, Voldermort never really scared her and neither did the Malfoy family. Part of the face was to be scared of them. And not many people would like Hermione as the real Hermione 'Who the fuck cares anymore, anyway! I sure as hell don't!'
She was going to be herself if it killed her. And it very well might.
~On Platform 9 ¾ ~
"Hermione-is that you?" Ron asked slowly, wondering what happened to the sweet innocent girl that he had had a crush on since second year.
Hermione was sitting at the seat by the window when Ron opened the compartment door. "Yeah Ron-it is and if you don't like it, go the fuck away." Ron looked hurt-Hermione didn't care.
Harry walked into the compartment about five minuets later and was stunned to see his two best friends weren't talking. Also a very pissed off Ron and gothic/rebel looking Hermione.
"Wow-bloody hell Hermi-what's with the clothes, and hair, and make-up, and well, the new look?!" Harry quickly found out he shouldn't have asked.
"What the fuck do you care? Fucking Potter-who's loved by all-and can keep no secret. Well guess what piddle-Potter, I can keep a secret. And can keep up a face. So guess what-the face is gone, this is the real me. The me that has been and will be forever more. But you know what-fuck staying here! Accio (A/N: sp?) bag." With that, Hermione left a very shocked Harry and ever more pissed Ron.
'It felt great! I've been wanting to say that to them for so fucking long!' Hermione thought. An evil smile came upon her face when she saw Draco Malfoy-without his goons-AND-with his back turned.
Hermione slithered up behind him, nearly knocking him over with shock. She knew that Draco wouldn't recognize her at first because of how different she looked-all black mini, mini skirt with black fish net tights and a tight black sleeveless shirt, black and green striped gloves with the part for her top fingers cut off, and black clogs with silver buckles and silver socks that went up to the bottom of her calf. Not to mention (A/N: but technically mentioning) all the black, green and silver make-up she was wearing. Taking the opportunity she kicked him in the balls and shoved him into a nearby, empty compartment.
Draco didn't register anything but black and red and the pain that quickly was shot into his balls, while being pulled into an empty compartment. 'Damn-if Pansy wants to shag me that damn badly then why the hell is she hurting me first!' He thought madly.
He got the fact that this girl (who he fount to not be Pansy after all) had his wand in her hand. 'Wait' Draco thought, 'I know this girl, well, woman. But, bloody hell-who is she?'
Draco then caught what she was on about. "...no more insults about my mudbloodness Jackass-I'm not one, or be expecting a punch in the nose-or kick in the balls, depends on my mood. And if..." Hermione went on saying this, spittering that.
"GRANGER! WHAT THE HELL!?" Draco yelled so loud and abrupt that Hermione stopped talking.
This was not the Mudblood he knew. 'Well she looks a whole hell of a lot better, but what's with the change?' Draco thought.
"As I was saying-to conclude our little chat. If you even chose to speak to me, it better be something nice or I'll,"
"What? Hex me into oblivion. Please-what would McDumbBitch say? Her pride and joy all big and bad? And what is with this look of yours? It seems to fit way too well to be something started over the summer holidays. I mean it's a great look on you but-you should never wear those colors together, a Slytherin might misjudge you for a loin switching houses." Draco interjected, leaving Hermione almost speechless.
"You're right-the look isn't new. I've taken off the face and don't care anymore. And fuck McGonagall-she's a stupid privy bitch that should find a damn dildo and get laid already! Stupid fucker won't know which ways up! And besides-I should've never been put with the Gryffindumbasses anyway. That hat was the easiest thing to fool-they should really get a new one." Hermione realized that she was thirsty and the train was just stopping anyway so she took her bag and walked out of the compartment-just leaving Draco standing there, looking rather stupid.
"What the fuck just happened!?" He asked himself before leaving the train.
~Later That Night~
'Finally some time to my damn self!' Hermione thought. She lazily looked over to the clock on her nightstand. It read 5:30 am. 'Go fucking figure! Damnit- I better start packing. I'll get to leave this hellhole for another soon.'
As she packed, she made sure she left most of her "face" clothes in her closet, only packing the ones that she mainly wore over the summer. Black, green, silver, and blood red. The occasional decal of fairies with daggers on a black back round-outfits she had plenty of, and one of which she was wearing.
To everyone at school Hermione was a little book worm-bossy-happy-and an all around good girl who had a good home life. And that description you could use to prove just how little everyone really knew about her. She put up a face that consisted of everything everyone thought they knew about her. She played up that face very well and was sick of it. So sick it was making her physically sick.
To be truthful, Voldermort never really scared her and neither did the Malfoy family. Part of the face was to be scared of them. And not many people would like Hermione as the real Hermione 'Who the fuck cares anymore, anyway! I sure as hell don't!'
She was going to be herself if it killed her. And it very well might.
~On Platform 9 ¾ ~
"Hermione-is that you?" Ron asked slowly, wondering what happened to the sweet innocent girl that he had had a crush on since second year.
Hermione was sitting at the seat by the window when Ron opened the compartment door. "Yeah Ron-it is and if you don't like it, go the fuck away." Ron looked hurt-Hermione didn't care.
Harry walked into the compartment about five minuets later and was stunned to see his two best friends weren't talking. Also a very pissed off Ron and gothic/rebel looking Hermione.
"Wow-bloody hell Hermi-what's with the clothes, and hair, and make-up, and well, the new look?!" Harry quickly found out he shouldn't have asked.
"What the fuck do you care? Fucking Potter-who's loved by all-and can keep no secret. Well guess what piddle-Potter, I can keep a secret. And can keep up a face. So guess what-the face is gone, this is the real me. The me that has been and will be forever more. But you know what-fuck staying here! Accio (A/N: sp?) bag." With that, Hermione left a very shocked Harry and ever more pissed Ron.
'It felt great! I've been wanting to say that to them for so fucking long!' Hermione thought. An evil smile came upon her face when she saw Draco Malfoy-without his goons-AND-with his back turned.
Hermione slithered up behind him, nearly knocking him over with shock. She knew that Draco wouldn't recognize her at first because of how different she looked-all black mini, mini skirt with black fish net tights and a tight black sleeveless shirt, black and green striped gloves with the part for her top fingers cut off, and black clogs with silver buckles and silver socks that went up to the bottom of her calf. Not to mention (A/N: but technically mentioning) all the black, green and silver make-up she was wearing. Taking the opportunity she kicked him in the balls and shoved him into a nearby, empty compartment.
Draco didn't register anything but black and red and the pain that quickly was shot into his balls, while being pulled into an empty compartment. 'Damn-if Pansy wants to shag me that damn badly then why the hell is she hurting me first!' He thought madly.
He got the fact that this girl (who he fount to not be Pansy after all) had his wand in her hand. 'Wait' Draco thought, 'I know this girl, well, woman. But, bloody hell-who is she?'
Draco then caught what she was on about. "...no more insults about my mudbloodness Jackass-I'm not one, or be expecting a punch in the nose-or kick in the balls, depends on my mood. And if..." Hermione went on saying this, spittering that.
"GRANGER! WHAT THE HELL!?" Draco yelled so loud and abrupt that Hermione stopped talking.
This was not the Mudblood he knew. 'Well she looks a whole hell of a lot better, but what's with the change?' Draco thought.
"As I was saying-to conclude our little chat. If you even chose to speak to me, it better be something nice or I'll,"
"What? Hex me into oblivion. Please-what would McDumbBitch say? Her pride and joy all big and bad? And what is with this look of yours? It seems to fit way too well to be something started over the summer holidays. I mean it's a great look on you but-you should never wear those colors together, a Slytherin might misjudge you for a loin switching houses." Draco interjected, leaving Hermione almost speechless.
"You're right-the look isn't new. I've taken off the face and don't care anymore. And fuck McGonagall-she's a stupid privy bitch that should find a damn dildo and get laid already! Stupid fucker won't know which ways up! And besides-I should've never been put with the Gryffindumbasses anyway. That hat was the easiest thing to fool-they should really get a new one." Hermione realized that she was thirsty and the train was just stopping anyway so she took her bag and walked out of the compartment-just leaving Draco standing there, looking rather stupid.
"What the fuck just happened!?" He asked himself before leaving the train.