She walked along a beach, praying nobody would see her tear stained face. She only wanted to get away from everything. Her know-it-all self, her studious ways, her reputation. She wanted everyone to see the "real" her.
Chapter One: Transformation?
"Mya. Get UP! You need to get to the airport, you can't miss your flight!"
"Yes, mum." Hermione stood and looked in the mirror, her dark brown eyes had become a warm chocolate color with little flecs of gold thrown in. Her once long frizzy hair had tamed itself and turned into soft, dark brown ringlets, with honey-gold highlights. Even though it was natural color, she thought it made her look childish. She rolled her eyes at the image and walked into her beautiful bathroom, it had pearl white marble floor and countertops, and her cabinets were glass. it looked so luxurious. She sighed, pulling off her spaghetti strap night shirt and matching panties, tossing them into the dirty clothes hamper. After turning on her cd player to play System of A Down's Toxicity cd, she climbed in singing along with chop suey.
(We're rolling suicide)
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup (hide the scars to fade away the)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go, create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Wake up (wake up)
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
Hide the scars to fade away the (hide the scars to fade away the shakeup)
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go, create another fable
You wanted to
Grab a brush and put a little makeup
You wanted to
Hide the scars to fade away the shakeup
You wanted to
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
You wanted to
I don't think you trust
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
Father (Father), Father (Father), Father (Father), Father (Father)
Father into your hands, I commend my spirit
Father, into your hands
Why have you forsaken me
In your eyes, forsaken me
In your thoughts, forsaken me
In your heart, forsaken me, oh
Trust in my self-righteous suicide
I cry when angels deserve to die
In my self-righteous suicide
Why cry when angels deserve to die?
She turned the water off, took her towel and dried off. Grabbing her cd, she walked into her bedroom and tossed the cd on her bed, and moved to her chest of drawers, she grabbed a pair of underwear and a bra. Putting them on, she went into her closet and found her ripped blue jeans and a black Led Zeppelin Shirt. She pulled her hair to one side in a ponytail and curled it. After she had applied all her makeup, she looked at herself, it looked like her. The Hermione nobody really knew, the hot, sexy, outgoing, attractive Hermione nobody ever saw. But, she was changing this year. She sat at the computer and ripped every cd she owned and put all the songs onto her ipod. She grabbed her luggage and walked downstairs.
"Sweety, we'll miss you. Have fun in France and be safe. Here's some food for your trip and your plane ticket. We'll see you at Christmas." She kissed her mother goodbye and hopped into her father's jeep wrangler, he climbed into the driver's seat. The ride to the airport was uneventful except an idiot was in a car chase with the cops and jumped the overpass, flipping his car and killing himself. All Hermione could say was,"What a waste of a perfectly good 2005 Mustang Convertable." Her father looked at her and laughed. They arrived to the airport and said their goodbyes.
She walked up to her gate, giving the lady her ticket.
"Enjoy your flight, miss."
"Thank you. I will." Hermione gave her a sweet smile and stepped on the plane. Her seat was next to a window, much to her liking. 'Who is next to me?'
"Excuse me, miss. I believe I am your neighbor for the trip. I hope we can enjoy each others' company on our trip to France." He smiled a charming smile that drew her in.'No! Hermione! You have Ronald. Think about the boyfriend.'
"Hello. Yes, I hope we have a pleasant trip." During the whole trip they told stories to each other and listened to her ipod. He had never listened to her style of music, but realized exactly what he'd been missing out on. She looked him over well. He had a masculan build but nothing over done. He had a tell, elegant look to him even though apeared very laid back and not-so-serious. He had blonde hair that hung losely around his eyes. Then she fell head over heels for this guy. His eyes were the most gorgeous to her ever. They were a cold grey, no, not grey, a melted silver with a tinge of aqua she'd never seen in eyes before. She loved how warm his eyes were.
"We are now approaching the airport, please sit down and buckle your lap belts, we hope enjoyed your flight and please use WorldWide Airlines again. Thank you." the intercom clicked off.
"Well, I guess this is goodbye." He said, helping her up. She grabbed her carry-on luggage and walked off. He caught up to her in the crowd."You forgot this." He handed her a polaroid photo she took of them. He also had one. The crowd began to seperate them.
"WHAT'S YOUR NAME?" She called out over her shoulder.
"Draco Lee Malfoy!" He called back. She blushed furiously and allowed the crowd to come between them.
'Oh my God. Malfoy has gotten SO hot! And he's my mortal enemy. If he'd recognized me he'd hate me. She looked down at the picture and smiled. Placing it carefully into her notebook, she walked to meet her aunt and get her luggage.
End Chapter One
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