"You think the way you live is okay

You think posin' will save the day

You think we don't see that you're running

Better call your boys

'Cause I'm coming"

Hermione lay on her bed, sulking as her boom box continued to spew forth a rush of heavy metal and techno infused lyrics by N.E.R.D. A deep, heartfelt sigh left her lips.

"Perhaps I shouldn't have been so harsh on him," she thought to herself. "But if anyone deserved a wake-up call it's that irritating Gryffindor Golden Boy"

Hermione sighed again.

"But then again, that WAS a horrible spat we had back there. Probably the worst so far. I really hope this doesn't change anything between us."

She would have continued contemplating her situation if she had not heard the loud THUD from the other room. She immediately figured out that the racket was coming from Harry's room. Hermione could faintly distinguish the sound of a window sliding open. Quickly, she raced to her own window, opened it and stuck her head out, turning it to face Harry's window.

It was so fast, that she almost didn't see it. Almost. Because at that moment, the so called "Gryffindor Golden Boy" was now speeding out of his window on what looked like a broom.

"HARRY JAMES POTTER, YOU GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT!" screamed Hermione. But her order fell on deaf ears as she watched Harry fly farther and farther away into the night.

The first thing that passed through Hermione's mind was: "How in the world did Harry manage to get a broomstick?" Then she remembered that Remus had left his broomstick in Harry's room yesterday when they were both training.

The second thing that passed through her mind was: "Am I stupid enough to go out and chase Harry?" The third thing was: "Hell yes!" In a flash, Hermione was racing downstairs, with the words: GET HARRY POTTER continuously flickering before her eyes. She was halfway through shoving on her sneakers (A/N: Classic black Converse with lyrics to "Decade Under the Influence" by Taking Back Sunday scribbled in silver milky pen) when she paused for a minute.

Harry was a professional Seeker. He was the fastest, pardon her French, mother-(bleep) to ever fly on a broom. And right now, he was probably completely pissed off and had a huge amount of anger to release. How in the world was she supposed to catch up to him? Then a small idea formed in her mind. An evil idea.

Perhaps it was because she was frustrated. Perhaps she REALLY wanted to catch Harry and give him a piece of her mind. Perhaps being Tom Riddle's daughter had influenced her a bit. But at that moment, Hermione Granger decided to do something BAD. She finished tying her sneakers and walked to the door, an evil glint in her eye.

"MUDBLOODS! FILTHY, DIRTY! NOT ALLOWED TO WALK-"

"Oh, shut the hell up, you old bat." Hermione retorted before closing the door behind her. She walked over to an old tree that was located behind Grimmauld Place. She remembered that Remus had shown this to her a few weeks ago. He was very lonesome and seemed to be in a very nostalgic mood when he revealed it. She was always tempted before but knew it wouldn't be right. Besides, she was scared. Now, for some reason, she didn't give a damn. Hermione pulled out her wand from her jean pocket and then muttered a spell, pointing her wand at the tree.

Immediately, the tree transfigured back into it's original. What it was before Remus decided to take safety precautions and change it into a tree. There, standing in front of Hermione Jane Riddle, was Sirius' motorcycle. And boy, was she going to have fun using it.