A/N: Ok, was inspired to write this fic by, the story Low. No I did not
steal anything from it, I just got a semi brilliant idea for a fan fic so
last night I put some thoughts together and came up with this... My beta
reader hasn't even seen this... She doesn't even know I wrote this.. Oh
well... She will find out eventually... But right now I want you people to
r/r.. And if you or some one else wrote a story about Hermione getting
Punked/Gothed out please sent me the name of the story, because I will be
more then happy to r/r... Thanks Love you all!!!
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Hermione walked down the plat form, followed by her two best friends. The three of them had gone through some changes over the summer. Harry was sporting a System of a Down t-shirt, and black baggy jeans. He was a good 5.11' (Lolz, I couldn't resist...), his once messy black hair had blood red streaks through it, he had an eyebrow ring at the end of his left brow, and earings that made his lobe stretch out to the size of a dime, and a few tatoo's on his left arm.
Ron was wearing a Disturbed shirt, and black baggy jeans. Ron had gone through similar changes as Harry. He was two inches taller then Harry, his fiery red hair was now a indigo blue colour, which was spiked, he also acquired lip ring which was in the middle of his bottom lip, one barb wire arm band tatoo on his left arm, and several different tatoo's on his right arm.
Hermione's attire consisted of red fish net, a black skirt with strips of leather on it, black leather boots, and a black tank top that said 'Not All People Are Evil, Some Are Dead' on it in blood red letters. She had a tatoo of a black star at the corner of her left eye, a tongue ring, a belly button ring, and her hair, now died purplish red, with gold frosted tips, was no longer bushy or a frizz ball, but in tight ringlets.
The three walked unfazed by the amount of stares they got from their fellow school mates. The trio loaded their trunks and got into their compartment.
"They all gawked at us like they have never seen a goth or punk before," Ron complained. Once they were into their compartment. Ron sat across from Harry and Hermione, who kept her eye's on the people moving around outside the train.
"Well Ron, I hate to burst your bubble, but most of them probably haven't," Harry reminded him. Sifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"I only suppose it goes down hill from here," Hermione sighed.
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," Harry smiled evilly.
Hermione smirked. "Did I say it was a bad thing?"
"No, I said you make it sound like it's a bad thing," Harry repeated.
Hermione grinned. "Nothing is the way it sounds any more..." she trailed of in her own thoughts, as her gaze traveled back to the window.
The train pulled ahead, almost causing Ron to fall out of his seat. "Fucking Train!" Ron cursed.
"Calm down man, it's just a bloody train," Harry chuckled at his friends stupidity.
"I don't fucking care if it's a train or not," Ron sneered.
Hermione stuffed her ear phones into her ears, to drown out Ron's ranting about the train. 'I''VE TOLD YOU THIS ONCE BEFORE, CAN''T CONTROL ME IF YOU TRY TO TAKE ME DOWN YOU''RE GONNA BREAK I FEEL YOU'RE EVERY NOTHING THAT YOU''RE DOING FOR ME I'M THINKING YOU OUTTA MAKE YOUR OWN WAY I STAND ALONE INSIDE' Godsmacks' I Stand Alone, played in her enchanted diskman. Of course the ministry had sent her at least a dozen owls, telling her that no magic was to be used out side of Hogwarts, but they never did anything besides sent the stupid owls. 'YOU'RE ALWAYS HIDING BEHIND YOU''RE SO- CALLED GODDESS SO WHAT? YOU DON''T THINK THAT WE CAN SEE YOUR FACE? RESSURECTED BACK BEFORE THE FINAL FALLING I''LL NEVER REST UNTIL I CAN MAKE MY OWN WAY I'M NOT AFRAID OF FADING I STAND ALONE FEELING YOUR STING DOWN INSIDE ME I''M NOT DYING FOR IT I STAND ALONE EVERYTHING THAT I BELIEVE IS FADING I STAND ALONE INSIDE AND NOW IT''S MY TIME, IT''S MY TIME TO DREAM, DREAM OF THE SKIES MAKE ME BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAGUED BY THE POISON IN ME AND HELP ME DECIDE IF MY FIRE WILL BURN OUT BEFORE YOU CAN BREATHE INTO ME ...' The song finished and started the next when Harry pried the head phones from her head.
"What gives!?!" Hermione barked at him.
"Sorry," Harry grumbled. "I was just wondering what you planned on doing on our first day back?"
"Yeah," Ron added a spark growing in his eye. "Let's do something very evil for our first day back."
"You both really have a one track mind," Hermione sighed, although she was happy to explain what was going to happen during the feast.
Ron, and Harry both gave her innocent puppy dog faces, well puppy dogs with horns and pitch forks.
"Fine," Hermione gave in. "But only because I can't stand the sight of those pathetic puppy dog faces... ugh... That disgusts me."
"Now we wouldn't want to disgust a young beautiful women such as your self, now would we," observed a oh-so-familiar voice.
"Finally a man who understands," Hermione chuckled, she knew it was none other then Draco Malfoy, but she wanted to play some games first. "And who might you be?" She smiled coyly.
"Draco Malfoy, my fair lady," Draco swept up her hand and kissed her on the knuckles.
Hermione had to stifle back the strong urge to laugh hysterically.
Harry and Ron were now in a standing position ready to attack. "Stay away from her 'Malfoy'" Ron drawled.
"What do we have here, is that you Weasel? You have changed this summer," then it clicked, almost immediately he understood who the three people who occupied this compartment were. "Potty and Granger have as well, what happened your parents finally let you join the circus?" Draco still didn't drop Hermione's hand.
"No Draco," she cooed. Grinning evilly as his head snapped down to look at her, waiting to hear what she had to say. "I went to visit some relatives, Harry and Ron joined me, and we had the time of our lives. No circus involved," she turned her attention to the other two boy's. "Right guys?"
They nodded and Draco dropped finally dropped her hand. "What the hell did you do this summer?"
"That's for us to know, and you to find out," she smiled and turned her concentration back on the window as the scenery flew by. "Now if you would please leave us, my friends and I have some matters to discuss before we return to school."
"Look if you guy's are going to have a three some and don't want me around, all you had to do was say so," Draco smirked.
Harry and Ron looked like they were going to kill him, but unfortunately for them Hermione spoke first. "You shouldn't assume things Draco," she informed him in a tisk tisk tone of voice. "I did tell you the truth, which I don't do often, so if you would kindly remove yourself from this compartment no harm will be done. But if you choose to refuse," she smiled although throughout the entire conversation her gaze did not stray from the window. "I will remove you myself," at the last part she decided to turn to him.
Draco didn't say anything, he just left. He was shocked and confused about what he had witnessed. The once golden trio had completely changed, it seemed like the little sixth year golden Gryfondors he knew last year had left, and in there place three new bold and evil people were left.
His thoughts were on Hermione most of the time, she was now beautiful. Not that she was never beautiful he just hadn't realized it until then. He bet Potter and Weasley didn't even fathom the idea that she had the utter ability to control them. But she had, over the summer she had changed, an in the process changed them as well. For better or for worse, he was determined to find out.
***
"McGonagall is gonna be pissed when she finds out we did it!" Harry exclaimed rather excitedly.
"Well she won't is everything goes according to plan," Hermione reminded them.
"This would even make Fred and George's pranks look like kids stuff," Ron chimed.
"And this is only the beginning," An evil grin spread across her once innocent face.
"Remind me never to make you angry," Harry said.
"No problem."
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A/N: Sorry it's a little short, but I was running out of ideas... I know I kinda left a cliffy, but reasons why they changed will be explained... I promise... So see that little purple button, click it, make me happy and I'll write some more!!!
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Hermione walked down the plat form, followed by her two best friends. The three of them had gone through some changes over the summer. Harry was sporting a System of a Down t-shirt, and black baggy jeans. He was a good 5.11' (Lolz, I couldn't resist...), his once messy black hair had blood red streaks through it, he had an eyebrow ring at the end of his left brow, and earings that made his lobe stretch out to the size of a dime, and a few tatoo's on his left arm.
Ron was wearing a Disturbed shirt, and black baggy jeans. Ron had gone through similar changes as Harry. He was two inches taller then Harry, his fiery red hair was now a indigo blue colour, which was spiked, he also acquired lip ring which was in the middle of his bottom lip, one barb wire arm band tatoo on his left arm, and several different tatoo's on his right arm.
Hermione's attire consisted of red fish net, a black skirt with strips of leather on it, black leather boots, and a black tank top that said 'Not All People Are Evil, Some Are Dead' on it in blood red letters. She had a tatoo of a black star at the corner of her left eye, a tongue ring, a belly button ring, and her hair, now died purplish red, with gold frosted tips, was no longer bushy or a frizz ball, but in tight ringlets.
The three walked unfazed by the amount of stares they got from their fellow school mates. The trio loaded their trunks and got into their compartment.
"They all gawked at us like they have never seen a goth or punk before," Ron complained. Once they were into their compartment. Ron sat across from Harry and Hermione, who kept her eye's on the people moving around outside the train.
"Well Ron, I hate to burst your bubble, but most of them probably haven't," Harry reminded him. Sifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"I only suppose it goes down hill from here," Hermione sighed.
"You make it sound like it's a bad thing," Harry smiled evilly.
Hermione smirked. "Did I say it was a bad thing?"
"No, I said you make it sound like it's a bad thing," Harry repeated.
Hermione grinned. "Nothing is the way it sounds any more..." she trailed of in her own thoughts, as her gaze traveled back to the window.
The train pulled ahead, almost causing Ron to fall out of his seat. "Fucking Train!" Ron cursed.
"Calm down man, it's just a bloody train," Harry chuckled at his friends stupidity.
"I don't fucking care if it's a train or not," Ron sneered.
Hermione stuffed her ear phones into her ears, to drown out Ron's ranting about the train. 'I''VE TOLD YOU THIS ONCE BEFORE, CAN''T CONTROL ME IF YOU TRY TO TAKE ME DOWN YOU''RE GONNA BREAK I FEEL YOU'RE EVERY NOTHING THAT YOU''RE DOING FOR ME I'M THINKING YOU OUTTA MAKE YOUR OWN WAY I STAND ALONE INSIDE' Godsmacks' I Stand Alone, played in her enchanted diskman. Of course the ministry had sent her at least a dozen owls, telling her that no magic was to be used out side of Hogwarts, but they never did anything besides sent the stupid owls. 'YOU'RE ALWAYS HIDING BEHIND YOU''RE SO- CALLED GODDESS SO WHAT? YOU DON''T THINK THAT WE CAN SEE YOUR FACE? RESSURECTED BACK BEFORE THE FINAL FALLING I''LL NEVER REST UNTIL I CAN MAKE MY OWN WAY I'M NOT AFRAID OF FADING I STAND ALONE FEELING YOUR STING DOWN INSIDE ME I''M NOT DYING FOR IT I STAND ALONE EVERYTHING THAT I BELIEVE IS FADING I STAND ALONE INSIDE AND NOW IT''S MY TIME, IT''S MY TIME TO DREAM, DREAM OF THE SKIES MAKE ME BELIEVE THAT THIS PLACE ISN'T PLAGUED BY THE POISON IN ME AND HELP ME DECIDE IF MY FIRE WILL BURN OUT BEFORE YOU CAN BREATHE INTO ME ...' The song finished and started the next when Harry pried the head phones from her head.
"What gives!?!" Hermione barked at him.
"Sorry," Harry grumbled. "I was just wondering what you planned on doing on our first day back?"
"Yeah," Ron added a spark growing in his eye. "Let's do something very evil for our first day back."
"You both really have a one track mind," Hermione sighed, although she was happy to explain what was going to happen during the feast.
Ron, and Harry both gave her innocent puppy dog faces, well puppy dogs with horns and pitch forks.
"Fine," Hermione gave in. "But only because I can't stand the sight of those pathetic puppy dog faces... ugh... That disgusts me."
"Now we wouldn't want to disgust a young beautiful women such as your self, now would we," observed a oh-so-familiar voice.
"Finally a man who understands," Hermione chuckled, she knew it was none other then Draco Malfoy, but she wanted to play some games first. "And who might you be?" She smiled coyly.
"Draco Malfoy, my fair lady," Draco swept up her hand and kissed her on the knuckles.
Hermione had to stifle back the strong urge to laugh hysterically.
Harry and Ron were now in a standing position ready to attack. "Stay away from her 'Malfoy'" Ron drawled.
"What do we have here, is that you Weasel? You have changed this summer," then it clicked, almost immediately he understood who the three people who occupied this compartment were. "Potty and Granger have as well, what happened your parents finally let you join the circus?" Draco still didn't drop Hermione's hand.
"No Draco," she cooed. Grinning evilly as his head snapped down to look at her, waiting to hear what she had to say. "I went to visit some relatives, Harry and Ron joined me, and we had the time of our lives. No circus involved," she turned her attention to the other two boy's. "Right guys?"
They nodded and Draco dropped finally dropped her hand. "What the hell did you do this summer?"
"That's for us to know, and you to find out," she smiled and turned her concentration back on the window as the scenery flew by. "Now if you would please leave us, my friends and I have some matters to discuss before we return to school."
"Look if you guy's are going to have a three some and don't want me around, all you had to do was say so," Draco smirked.
Harry and Ron looked like they were going to kill him, but unfortunately for them Hermione spoke first. "You shouldn't assume things Draco," she informed him in a tisk tisk tone of voice. "I did tell you the truth, which I don't do often, so if you would kindly remove yourself from this compartment no harm will be done. But if you choose to refuse," she smiled although throughout the entire conversation her gaze did not stray from the window. "I will remove you myself," at the last part she decided to turn to him.
Draco didn't say anything, he just left. He was shocked and confused about what he had witnessed. The once golden trio had completely changed, it seemed like the little sixth year golden Gryfondors he knew last year had left, and in there place three new bold and evil people were left.
His thoughts were on Hermione most of the time, she was now beautiful. Not that she was never beautiful he just hadn't realized it until then. He bet Potter and Weasley didn't even fathom the idea that she had the utter ability to control them. But she had, over the summer she had changed, an in the process changed them as well. For better or for worse, he was determined to find out.
***
"McGonagall is gonna be pissed when she finds out we did it!" Harry exclaimed rather excitedly.
"Well she won't is everything goes according to plan," Hermione reminded them.
"This would even make Fred and George's pranks look like kids stuff," Ron chimed.
"And this is only the beginning," An evil grin spread across her once innocent face.
"Remind me never to make you angry," Harry said.
"No problem."
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A/N: Sorry it's a little short, but I was running out of ideas... I know I kinda left a cliffy, but reasons why they changed will be explained... I promise... So see that little purple button, click it, make me happy and I'll write some more!!!