Disclaimer: Matt is mine; the rest belongs to J.K Rowling. –Curses bloody brilliant author-.
A/N: I decided it was time for some more Matt because I like him and Hermione as friends; they seem to be on the same page for some reason (not telling what it is though mwahaha) but anyhow, on with the story!
"Wow, Hermione! You look really…different!"
"Yeah, it's like a new you."
"What the hell? When did that happen?"
"Holy shit Mudblood, I didn't think you could get any uglier."
"Interesting. It may have been a good idea in theory, But…"
"Is that a guy or a girl? Oh fuck, it's Granger!"
"Oh my god, Mione! What did you do?"
"Ron, shut up!"
"Oh sorry, I just meant that…"
"I love your new hair Mione, would you like some toast?"
Hermione near collapsed onto the bench seat next to Harry. That had definitely been the longest and most painful walk to breakfast ever. It didn't help that she had to go past the Slytherin table either. Hermione nodded and shoved 2 slices of bread in her mouth.
"So, did you cut your hair yourself or did someone else do it?" Harry asked politely.
"I did it" Hermione mumbled into her glass of Pumpkin juice.
"Well it looks good on you, no matter what anyone else says." He shot a warning look at Ron. "You look very mature."
Hermione reached up to touch her boyish haircut. She had taken no particular care with it, so it kind of spiked out to the sides in random places. It was the kind of style that looked exotic and hot on models in magazines and Pantene ads, but made her look like a demented try hard. But that didn't matter, because she hadn't wanted it to look good. The whole point of the change was to make her less attractive. And judging by the comments she had gotten so far, it had worked. Yet somehow, Hermione wasn't happy with it.
"Oh my good I am so sorry! Here, let me help you up! Hermione? Is that you? Love the hair, very academic if you ask me. But anyway, sorry here let me help you." Matt hauled Hermione to her feet and helped her stuff her things back into her bag.
"I'm really sorry, I didn't see you come round that corner. And, I'm also really sorry what I said the other week, it was harsh and you didn't deserve it. I'm also sorry that I haven't come to see you for the last couple of weeks; we've had what, 11 classes together? And I still didn't make any effort to talk to you. Gees I'm like the worst friend in the world." Matt looked at his feet.
"Hey! I didn't make any effort to talk to you either, so that makes me just as bad. Forget it." She flashed a rare smile at Matt and he returned it. Before they could say anything more, the bell rang and everybody started to walk faster down the corridor. Hermione slung her bag over her shoulder and shrugged.
"So, I guess I'll see you around." She said and moved off with the rest of the crowd.
"Yeah, bye." Matt didn't move.
"Harry can I borrow Hedwig? Pretty please? It's important." Hermione looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Sure, I guess. I don't suppose you're going to tell me what it is that's so important?" Hermione smiled apologetically.
"You'll see, Ron can I borrow Pig?"
"You need him too?" Hermione pouted mockingly. "Fine go ahead."
"Thanks, you guys are the greatest!" Hermione hugged them both quickly and skipped the whole way to the owlery.
She browsed the high walls of the owlery and picked out the ten strongest looking school owls. She took her time writing a long letter in her neatest writing. She asked her parents how they were, told them all about how her schooling was going and at the very end of her almost three page note, she asked if they would be so kind as to send her a punch bag and boxing gloves for her birthday. She rolled up the letter and tied it around Pig's foot and set the 12 owls out the window with crossed fingers.
A/N:I know it was short and I'm sorry. Not much really happened in this chapter, however if you stick around, it will get better! Please Review!
