Ok. This is my second Fic, so I am still new here, so be nice! Hermione is rich and famous but still remembers all the little people! Read and reviews would be good thanks…

Chapter 1

Hermione rolled out of her 4-poster bed in the penthouse suite of the most expensive hotel in the wizarding part of Paris. She moaned and stumbled towards the bathroom, as she slid into the bath/Jacuzzi she sighed. The bubbles rumbling beneath her soothed her. She had had a tough night last night. Performing at the French Quidditch stadium was tough work. Singing in front of crowds twice the size of her school was always hard, but it was even harder when the band you have to support are the most hated wizarding band in the whole of France.

Hermione was desperate for a gig so she took up the opportunity even though it included singing after the worst group ever to perform. As Hermione walked on stage the whole audience went quiet as they saw this young 16 year old girl sit on a stool with her acoustic guitar and began to sing. The stage was littered with banana skins and tomatoes and everything the crowd could get hold of to throw onto the stage. Hermione chose wisely to sit as she was afraid to slip. As she sung on the crowd cheered, they were amazed at how a girl as young and as innocent as this could have a voice as big as this? She played and sung every song and every tune she knew until she ran out of things to play. As she went off stage everyone cheered and clapped and threw roses and coins instead of cans and wrappers.

She made hundreds and hundreds of euros that night and went of to her penthouse to celebrate, but found this very difficult as even walking out of the Stadium to her limo was hard enough, let alone being able to walk to her hotel in peace. She was glad people enjoyed her performance, but she didn't want or expect people to behave like this. When she finally reached her hotel room she collapsed onto her bed and slept for hours and hours.

So that was how she got to be here in her penthouse suite. As she got out of the bath and dried herself, there was a knock on the door. Hermione quickly wrapped a dressing gown around herself and went to answer the door. It was room service. She took the tray of breakfast from the well dressed young wizard and went to eat by herself on the balcony. She was used to doing things alone now, she travelled alone, ate alone, slept alone. The only real company she had now was from her management but they just wanted to talk about money and finances. She missed her friends at Hogwarts. She missed the way Ron made her laugh and Harry constantly talking about Quidditch and people her own age in general. She even missed Malfoy and his stuck-up behaviour. He was an idiot but he was always good entertainment.

Just as she was finishing her croissant, there was another knock on the door. This time it was Charles, her manager.

"Hermione, that performance was simple wonderful darling. They adored you." He swept her into his arms and kissed her cheek roughly.

"Thanks," she replied "I just did what I always do, perform."

"Yes and with performing comes rewards, money!" He took out a briefcase and it was full of galleons. They glittered in the light of the room and Hermione stared.

"I made all this from last night?" She asked not believing what she was seeing.

"Yes darling and it's all yours." He winked and walked out of the room. As he left he called back. "There is also some floo powder in the pocket of that briefcase so you will be able to make your way home, ciao darling." And with that he was gone.

Hermione went to her bedroom and found a pair of old jeans and pulled them on, she didn't want to be glamorous today, she wanted to meet her friends and be a normal teenager for once. She put on a navy blue jumper and pulled her hair back into a pony tail, grabbed her suitcases and found the floo powder.

"Gryffindor Common Room." She said clearly to the fireplace she was now standing in and within seconds she was sat among Harry and Ron.

Luckily for Hermione Harry and Ron where the only people in the common room because Hermione didn't feel like being harassed for autographs and photos with her "biggest fans" at the moment. She was a lot happier just being hugged by her two best friends.

"Aren't you supposed to be somewhere?" Ron asked Hermione.

"No, I just finished a huge gig in Paris last night but I've been paid and my manager says I can go home, so here I am." She smiled "but aren't you supposed to be in a lesson now?"

"Yeh, Divination, but Professor Trelawney is ill, she said she predicted this would happen and last lesson me and Ron predicted something amazing would happen so we had our first true prediction last lesson!" Harry explained looking very pleased with himself.

"So, what are we going to do?" She asked, "I didn't come back to sit around in a common room for ever you know."

"We could go to Hogsmead, if you want." Ron suggested

"Yeh sounds good. Is there is a Hogsmead trip later today then?"

"No, but we have the invisibility cloak, the marauders map and a whole free period to fill!" Ron winked at Harry and Hermione.

"Ok then sure. I can't believe I have just agreed to that but why not? I have nothing better to do have I?" Hermione took her stuff quickly to her dormitory.

She looked around her room she shared with the other Gryffindor girls. It didn't really compare with a penthouse suite, but it was ten times better in Hermione's opinion, so much more homey. She was used to this and felt much more at home here than anywhere else apart from maybe her own room in her mum and dad's house. She looked out of the window and saw Hagrid's hut by the Forbidden Forest. She realised how much she missed him so she decided to visit him before the saw Sirius.

"Hermione! You're back!" Hagrid squeezed Hermione so tightly she could hardly breathe. "We've all bin missin' you 'ere you know?" He said as he smiled broadly at her.

"Thanks Hagrid," she smiled back "I have a few days off so I'm back for a while, you don't get rid off me that easily, you should no that by now!"

"You aint changed much at all av ya? Got a bit taller I suppose and Fame must be treatin ya well 'cos you av much more colour in ya cheeks than ya used to av!" Hagrid smiled at her.

They settled down to have some tea but when Ron told Hagrid they had to go he looked upset.

"We'll come back and visit you tomorrow Hagrid, I promise." Hermione said and followed Ron and Harry out of his hut and back to the castle to find the secret passageway to Hogsmead.

"It's really dark in here," Hermione said squinting to see past her nose.

"Well, we are underneath Hogwarts, so it's not exactly going to be light is it?" Harry laughed at Hermione's stupidity.

"Hahaha, very funny, just because this isn't something I am used to doing." Hermione said sarcastically.

"Hermione, who taught you to lie so well?" Ron asked knowing that Hermione had used this passageway more times than Harry and Ron had put together.

"That would probably be you!" Hermione laughed and they walked along the passageway.

Hermione cringed as Harry pushed open the floorboard in the basement of Honeydukes sweet shop and they pulled the invisibility cloak over all three off them. It was very squashed, three 16 years olds sharing one cloak was very hard work, especially when two of them were boys.

Finally they were outside and could quickly pull the cloak off. Hermione let out a deep breath and finally all three could relax; they had made it once again.

There you go 1st chap finished, trust me there is a plot so watch this space…