Hello peoples,

Thanxs to my reviewers.

darlightprincess: Yeah, I know it's a little confusing but you see, in the song they sing each line backwards. Did that make sense?

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter –insert pout here-

"…Oh and by the way, my name's not Malfoy, it's Brett," the Malfoy look-a-like said.

"Well, Brett, do you mind? I'm not too fond of being sandwiched in between you and the wall."

"It's your dream, just dream of somewhere different and a different situation."

"Oh," she closed her eyes and thought of somewhere, where she would most likely never be able to go except in her dreams.

Everything faded away and where replaced with white sand, clear seawater, palm trees, and beautiful flowers. Brett, who had been leaning against the wall, fell forward onto Hermione causing her to fall backwards onto the sand giggling.

"Shut up, it's not that funny," Brett whined getting up.

Hermione stopped giggling and looked around. Brett held out his hand to her and pulled her up. They were in a beautiful lagoon.

"Hmm, I've got an idea," and with that Brett clicked his fingers and Hermione's clothes were changed into a black bikini that looked like it had hot pink graffiti on it, while Brett's changed into navy blue and silver board shorts. Hermione took one look at what she was wearing and shrieked.

"Oh hell no," she screamed glaring at her evil conscience, "I thought this was my dream," she continued pouting.

"Hello? Earth to Hermione, I'm part of you, I can change things as well."

"Well, I'm not wearing this," she said trying thinking of something different.

"Take a walk on the wild side Hermione. Have a change, do something different, heck, do something different with your life. Do you really want to be known as a goody-goody two shoes, bookworm for the rest of your life?"

Hermione thought about it. 'Maybe I don't want to be like that for the rest of my life. I think I should have a change. I mean, only having a few friends is proberly not enough. Neville has more friends than me. If I keep up this charade I'll proberly be single for the rest of my life.'

"Ok, you've got a deal, help me to be different. Tell me what I should start off with."

"Ok, I'm only telling you this once and once only. Don't give Harry and Ron the answers for their homework or for tests. If their even going to make it through life then they have to learn not to always depend on you to get them out of things, oh and let loose once in a while, wear something different then those tacky t-shirts, now that's lesson one for today, but now we swim," he said coming over and throwing her over his shoulder and ran into the water. Brett dumped Hermione into the warm water and started swimming away when she glared at him.

"Grr, why you little," she swam after him. When she caught up she pounced on him. He grabbed her legs and pulled her off of his back. Brett started tickling her feet.

"Brett, stop or I dack you," she screamed grabbing onto his board shorts.

"Oh no you don't," he screamed dropping Hermione's foot and clutching the back of his board shorts. Hermione broke down in hysterics, then she heard the faint sound of her alarm clock blearing away.

"I don't want to get up yet," she groaned.

"Too bad," Brett said shrugging his shoulders, then added, "remember I'm always in your mind and will be talking to you when your awake so we can continue our lessons while your awake, i.e., clothes, look and attitude."

Hermione opened her eyes and turned off her alarm clock but found that her stepbrother was belting the living daylights out of his electric guitar. Their parents had sound proofed the walls of the house but they forgot to sound proof his room.

"Mike, stop making a racket, I swear when our parents get back I'm getting them to sound proof your room," Hermione screamed covering her ears with a pillow. She stumbled out of bed and looked at her wardrobe. She sighed, 'might as well wear whatever thingy said'

'Hey!' screamed a voice inside her head.

"Ah!" Hermione screamed jumping a foot off of the floor.

'I've got a name you know. It's Brett'

'Oh, so that wasn't a dream'

'Ah, Ya'

'Then what should I wear?'

'That white mini skirt that you never wear and that nice black and pink boobtube that you got for your birthday'

'What!? I am so not wearing that'

'Hey, we had a deal. I help you with your look, clothes, attitude and everything else and you get a better life and maybe even a guy for crying out loud.'

'Oh yeah'

'Hurray, she remembers' Brett's voice said in mock hysterics.

'Yeah, yeah' Hermione thought back to him taking the skirt and the boobtube and threw them on.

The boobtube came down to just above her navel and the skirt was on her hips and came down to approximately her mid thighs. It showed off her curves in all the right places that she usually kept hidden under neither all of her clothes.

Next she went into the bathroom and pulled out all of her makeup that she had also gotten for her birthdays over the years but she never used it. She put on some light pink eye shadow, some 'Flirty Sparkle' (A/N: It's sorta like this really nice pink colour, it's hard to describe) lip-gloss and did her nails in the same colour. Hermione straightened her hair but thought that it needed something, suddenly her hair went darker and got hot pink streaks in it.

She stared shocked at her reflection. 'What did you do?'

'What?' He asked sheepishly, 'it was missing something'

'But how'd you do that?'

'Magic'

'What!? I could get expelled for that'

'Well, technically but you see, you didn't do it, I on the other hand can because I'm not a human so I'm allowed to do magic'

She still stood there shocked.

'What? Like? Don't like?'

'You're turning me into a rebel'

'I know, now that was lesson two, today we're going shopping for a new wardrobe but that's later. On to lesson three, No. More. S.P.E.W. what your doing offends them. They enjoy working; it's in their nature. If you took a look into the past you would have seen that before we came along they worked even harder than they do now. They cleaned every single rock, twig, tree, leaf, building in sight. A lot of people complained that they were being broken into and everything of theirs was being rearranged. The towns' people asked them what they could do to make them stop doing what they were doing. The elves answered that they loved cleaning but they soon got bored with cleaning rocks and stuff so they broke into the houses and rearranged stuff because it was something different every time. The elves asked if they could work for the humans but not to be paid as this is what they loved doing the most. Sure, now days there are some that rebel against not being paid but that's only rarely. So, you going to stop your campaign or am I going to have to do it my self?'

'Fine, mum' she thought sarcastically.

Hermione heard Mike's guitar turn off and him walk up to the bathroom.

"Hey, Mione, did you say something before, I couldn't hear you because of my guitar," Mike walked into the bathroom but stopped dead in his tracks, "Hermione?"