gato: Ok, so deleted this because I had an author's note in it. Well, I took the opportunity to fix it and hopefully make it somewhat better.

Irie: It certainly can't get any worse.

gato: And this is my ever helpful muse, Irie. Now, since the summary thing limits the length of my summary, I will place the full thing in here.

Everyone has a dark side. The part of ourselves that we keep locked away. When Hermione decides to change her image, she unleashes her darker self. Unfortunately, this 'other Hermione', this doppelganger, seems to be stronger than the original and is intent on destroying everything Hermione cares about.

Irie: Let's get his over with. ...Do we look like JK Rowling? No. Ergo we DO NOT own Harry Potter.

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Hermione Granger lay in her large bed; she had spent three days in this position. Yesterday she tried to attend class. That hour ended with her angry return to the dorm room. Her relationships with her friends and loved ones suffered. Harry and Ron avoided her and teachers ignored her presence.

'Loved ones,' she thought bitterly as she stared at the bed canopy. 'What do loved ones do except leave you when you need them most? What do they do except let you down? What do loved ones do except cause pain?'

Hermione had no tears left to cry over her thoughts. Last week, she cried; cried constantly. She felt hollow now and knew she could cry no more. She realized she had become an empty shell; a girl who felt nothing. Everything changed before Hogwarts, the day Pravati Patil received notice of her election as Head Girl. Hermione clearly remembered the day the train station when she heard of Pravati's position.

Hermione stood beside her large trunk; her eyes scanned the crowd for Harry and Ron. She saw a familiar flash of red hair as Ron gathered her in his arms.

"And how is my little Hermione?" he asked happily. Hermione grinned and pulled herself from the arms of her new boyfriend. After many failed attempts and embarrassing moments, Harry and Ginny managed to get the couple to admit their feelings. Harry grinned at his best female friend.

"How was your trip to Spain?" he questioned.

"It was wonderful!" Hermione said with a grin. "Absolutely wonderful, though I did miss both of you very much."

"You haven't heard the news, have you?" Harry interjected. "Ron got Head Boy!"

"He what?" Hermione gaped her Ron, shock evident in her eyes.

"What? Not proud of me?" Ron asked, jokingly. Hermione took a moment to collect herself.

"Of course I'm proud, Ron. I'm just slightly...surprised. Who got Head Girl?"

"Pravati." Ron sighed while Harry rolled his eyes in disgust. "No one knows WHY she got it, but there it is."

Hermione stood, a numb feeling coursed through her body as Ron spoke of his duties as Head Boy; of the way he would be in the same tower as Pravati. One word echoed in her mind, 'Pravati, Pravati, Pravati.'

Upon arrival at Hogwarts, Hermione isolated herself in an attempt to shroud her disappointment. Not only had she lost Head Girl, but she felt she would loose Ron to Pravati's charm. Ron remained faithful to Hermione despite her doubts. Then, just as Hermione began to recover, her parents died in a horrid car accident. This event caused Hermione to barricade herself in her room, consumed by grief and tears.

In the past several days, she tried twice to leave her room: once for class and another time for dinner. As she walked through the halls, she heard the frustrating whispers of her peers and teachers.

'Poor Hermione, she is such a good girl.'

'I can't believe that a smart girl like Hermione didn't get Head Girl.'

'Why should all of this happen to such a good girl like Hermione?'

These comments infuriated Hermione. As she thought about them now, her eyes trained on the bed canopy, she came to one conclusion. Pravati received Head Girl because Hermione's reputation destroyed her chances. Her reputation as a 'good girl' and a teacher's pet ruined everything. Slowly, Hermione developed a plan. In order to change her life, to change the minds of others, Hermione must change herself. She glanced at the clock on her bedside table. Lunch-hour, the perfect time. She knew that lunch would run late because the school had invited some speaker or another. Ron attempted to tell her about the speaker yesterday, but Hermione brushed him away.

She pulled her mind from the past and made her way to her trunk. Un-opened make-up kits lay strewn along the bottom of the trunk. She collected the necessary materials and entered the bathroom. First she applied a pale base, then a similar coloured powder. She carefully outlined her eye with black eyeliner and applied mascara. After several attempts, she found a suitable eye shadow. Then, she painted her lips with a dark red lipstick. Finally, she tackled her hair with a brush, scissors and a straightening iron.

An hour later, Hermione messily threw on her uniform and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. She managed to achieve the smoky effect around her eyes and the lipstick stood out on her pale face. Hermione grinned and the reflection smirked saucily. She slipped out of her bedroom towards her Potions classroom. Her footsteps echoed through the empty hallways. She marveled at the unusual quiet that had covered the Hogwarts grounds. Usually, a student or two would mill in the halls. At the very least, Peeves would cause some sort of commotion. Suddenly, Hermione recalled her half-conversation with Ron the previous day.

"Guests from the ministry are coming tomorrow Hermione. The school is undergoing a huge cleaning and we got this huge lecture in breakfast today about how none of us can be loitering in the halls tomorrow. The bad thing is that...Hermione...are you listening?"

"What?"

"Did you hear a word of what I just told you?"

"When?"

Ron sighed, but he continued to speak. He hoped that somehow he would break through the shield Hermione created. Ron wished he could save her, but all his attempts ended with Hermione either in tears or a vicious temper. At first he merely showed affection but that seemed to annoy her. He decided to speak to her in the hope that she would take an interest in something outside of her mind.

"I was saying that the only bad thing is that I have to work with Pravati for it and I wish that it was..." Hermione ignored the remainder of Ron's babbles as she retreated into herself.

'Guests from the Ministry,' Hermione thought with a smirk, 'I think it might be fun to show them how Hogwarts' most prized pupil behaves.'

With this thought and a plan hatching in her clever mind, Hermione continued to walk down into the dungeons. She stopped before the door to her Potions class and un-tucked her shirt, loosened her tie and left her robe unbuttoned. Then, she rolled her skirt a couple times until it was illegally short. Finally, all her preparations finished, Hermione entered the classroom.

The entire class turned when Hermione entered. Snape stopped the lesson in mid-sentence as he stared at the girl who had entered his class room. Several students refused to believe that Hermione truly stood before them. Hermione Granger did not waltz into class, late and clad in illegal uniform. Snape managed to regain his composure.

"Would you like to explain, Ms. Granger, why you are disgustingly late to class and why you are attired so appallingly?"

"No, not really," Hermione answered saucily

"I beg you pardon?" Snape hissed. His monotonous voice held an implication of danger.

"I said," replied Hermione with a tone that implied she spoke to someone of very low intelligence, "that I DO NOT wish to explain myself. I came to class, did I not? I think you should be pleased and grateful that I took time from my schedule in order to do so."

"You will serve a detention with me later today Ms. Granger. And 50 points from Gryffindor."

"Are you sure about that? How would that look to the Ministry guests who are coming for a visit?" Hermione asked with a smirk on her face.

Snape glared at her for a moment, then answered, "Very well Ms. Granger, if you can answer the following question you will have no detention and loose no house points. But if you cannot, your detention will be doubled and so will be the amount of points I take."

"Do your worst," She challenged with a bored expression in her eyes. Snape pulled a book from the shelf and flipped to the back.

"What are the main components in Polyjuice Potion?" Hermione merely smiled at him and listed off the necessary ingredients. Snape's face remained emotionless. "Take your seat Ms. Granger."

Hermione gave him a look that clearly stated 'I-told-you-so', and sat in one of the desks closest to the back of the classroom. Snape continued the lesson, snapping at any student that breathed in a fashion which annoyed him. Hermione ignored his droning voice and began to refine her plan. She finally had the opportunity to prove everyone wrong.'When I'm through, they won't think of me as a good girl ever again.'

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gato: Ok, so I didn't change too much of the first chapter, but I am planning some MAJOR changes for the rest of the story. The theme will still be Hermione's transformation to a bad girl. That transformation, however, will change her in a much worse way that I had originally planned. So, stay tuned and enjoy.

Irie: Oh yes, and review, cause if you don't I will be angry. And believe me; you don't want to see me when I'm angry...