There she was. Where was it? She knew that she was above the clouds on a broom. She felt free. She was grabbing someone's backside. Who was he? She had never felt more free in her life. She somehow trusted that with him, she wouldn't fall. She held on to him tighter and whispered, "I love you." He started to turn his head. She was anticipating… just a couple more inches and… almost there and….
"HERMIONE!" Hermione grumbled and opened her eyes. After a couple of minutes she began to recall her dream. She remembered his hair, what color was it? Oh yeah! It was… "HERMIONE!" she inwardly cursed her mother and yelled back,
"What the bloody hell do you want woman!"
"Get you tiny arse down here and eat these eggs, because I spent almost 5 minutes cooking em'!"
"Yeah, yeah whatever I'm comin'!"
She climbed lazily out of her bed and took a quick shower. When she was done she got on a pair of flare pants and a pink belly shirt. After which, she put on some makeup and a pair of Addidas.
That's when she remembered that she was in 7th year now and head girl. She needed to set an example for the younger ones. She looked in the mirror and felt proud. She had changed a LOT over the summer. She no longer had large beaver teeth, and her hair had been straightened and now it was shiny.
After a quick breakfast of eggs and (overcooked) bacon, and a goodbye kiss from her mother, her dad drove her to King's Cross station where he deposited her luggage and her at platform nine and three quarters, and he left after a goodbye kiss. As he walked away Hermione found herself staring at his retreating figure. Was it just her or was her dad becoming more distant? He's probably just busy with work, she thought, being a dentist and all. And she stepped into platform nine and three quarters.