Hogwarts Idol
By: hedwigmail
A/N: This chapter was officially finished in the 19th of March, 2005. I'm writing this on my laptop, and I can't find the zip disk drive, which allows me to transfer my work. I have no idea how many days it will take for me to find it, and without it this stuff is stuck on my laptop. I might have to retype this onto my desktop (which I'm doing). And just so I don't seem really stupid, my laptop has a drive thing that you have to take out and switch between CD and zip, so it's not like it's already attached to my computer and I'm too stupid to look for it. Oh and my laptop doesn't have the internet.
Chapter I: A Notice
First Person (Hermione):
Hermione walked through King's Cross with an unmistakable strut (A/N: That was the worst sentence I've ever written). This was it. It was her year. No more of having to please the parents. No more of having to have excellent top-of-the-class grades. She was Head Girl.
Hermione smirked. They're probably going to want to take my badge away.
Third Person:
She was different from the person everyone knew... and some loved (cough Ron cough). But Hermione didn't feel like she had changed into a different person. To her... it felt like she had changed back.
But to explain this we're going to have to take a trip back in time... Well, not really. Let's just recap her life. Before she was at Hogwarts.
Hermione was always little-miss-perfect. Miss Goody-Two Shoes. Right?
Wrong.
In fact Hermione was just the opposite.
She was a rebel. She was a prankster. She was the worst student in her grade. She got detentions. She got suspensions. She was expelled from 10 schools. She was BAD.
And her parents were disappointed. Beyond disappointed. They hated her. Well at least it seemed like they did to her. They fed her and gave her a home but she could tell that their love didn't go any further than parental love. They had nothing to love her for.
It seemed like Hermione was never going to change. Hermione was going to keep the bad grades and reputation.
That was until she got her letter from Hogwarts.
Then everything changed.
She swore to herself that she would be different. She'd make sure that she'd give her parents a reason to love her. In time, once they noticed her parents started to like her. They appreciated her. Maybe, even loved her.
But, it didn't feel right. Hermione was not being herself.
So she decided to change back to her old self in seventh year, when the burden of pleasing her parents was lifted.
She had to change back because she was deluding herself.
In seventh year just so happens to be the place where this story picks up.
Of course your thinking how different can Hermione be?
The answer? Very different. Extremely different.
First Person (Hermione):
I felt good as I walked through the station. Good as in hot (A/N: Okay I'm a girl so I don't really think of Hermione as "hot" and so It might not sound so great. Just use your imagination).
I have make-up on. For the first time while actually doing something Hogwarts related. Earlier that morning I had smeared dark red lip stick across my lips. My red blush made my cheeks stand out more. For the effect, to show I am a part of Gryfindor and so people might know who I am was, my eye shadow is gold (A/N: Get it? Gryfindor colors? Oh well, I tried).
That summer I had streaked my hair blonde, red and pink. The brown hair was straight and the streaks are curled. I haven't even started on the clothes.
That morning I had a hard time trying to find the right outfit. I needed some thing that fit, didn't look like what I usually wore at Hogwarts and outfit that made me look great. This might be hard to imagine, Hermione Granger having trouble with anything, especially clothes because I would always grab the first thing on the top of the pile. Just remember this is not the old Hermione Granger. Oh and try not to gasp.
I had decided on a tube top (A/N: You know like strapless, sleeveless tee-shirt. A long one not a really tiny one, though.) and jeans. Doesn't sound so astonishing yet? Okay I'll do it infomercial style: But wait. There's still more! The tube top was red (wait for it...) and stopped about three and a half inches from my waist. (Too much suspense for something so little right?) The shirt was tight and had horizontal slits down the sides.
My faded jeans were form fitting (A/N: Can pants be form fitting?) until they belled out below my knees. They had the same style slits on them. The belt I had chosen was black and studded.
I wore black stilettos and I walked extremely casually in them for a girl who hadn't worn high-heels since she was 11.
Guys I had never seen were gaping open-mouthed as I walked past them. It was a definite change from my years at Hogwarts when I had nearly been shunned for not acting "girlish enough." Whatever that is.
I casually leaned against the barrier dividing Platforms 9 and 10, all the while supporting myself so I didn't fall down. But I couldn't find the right time to fall through. Every time someone walked in front of me The guys that were STILL staring
at me would lean to one side to continue looking and then lean to the other once everyone had passed so they were almost always looking at me. They must be obsessed.
After about five minutes I just got tired of waiting so she leaned through the barrier even though twenty-some boys were watching me.
(A/N: Sometimes in this story I'm gonna type "Que theme music." In this case that music is "I Wanna Be Bad" by Britney Spears. Just keep that in mind, okay? Oh and I don't like Britney just figured it would work well for this part.)
I strode through the crowd by the Hogwarts Express separating them instantly. I realized that no one knew who I was. I was just some new pretty girl. So I decided to have a new first impression. I did a triple-slow-motion-hair-flip.
Que Theme Music
It was amazing. Even my closest friends stood off to the side, gaping. They, of all people didn't recognize me. Not to be mean, but that is just wrong!
All of a sudden two girls that I slightly recognized were blocking my way. Pavarti and Lavender. Apparently they had chosen this year to make some changes too. Instead of the tight skirts and t-shirts they usually wore they wore mini skirts so small that it was hard to understand that they were even there for a reason. They also wore tube tops that barely covered anything at all. Their flavors of the month (or as they call them "boyfriends") were also standing off to the side open mouthed.
End Theme Music With Record Mess Up or Whatever You Call It
Well, leave it to them to rain on my parade.
They grabbed my arm and pulled me off to the side, much to the apparent disappointment of all the boys. Sorry, boys it's not my fault blame it on these... girls... yeah, whatever.
"So what the hell is your name?" Lavender nearly spat on me.
So... they didn't recognize me either. Not that they would. I didn't spend that much time with them, but you'd think that after sleeping in the same room, getting dressed in the same room and pretty much living with each other for six years that they might just recognize me. Well, I guess not.
"What if I don't want to answer that?" I quickly responded.
"Well that's not important." Parvarti plowed on.
Well I guess they don't recognize my voice either. See I would have had to try so much harder if this were Harry and Ron. These two are just plain slow. Their brains only function by looks. It's the same way when they think about boys. The can be mean, rude, and fail every class in the world but as long as they look good these two are fine with them. Heck they'd probably be able to abuse them (physically) and they'd walk away saying something like "He's so dreamy..."
"The only thing that matters is that you stay away from our boyfriends." Lavender continued.
Of course they were jealous. At least I still had some self respect.
Well, the real Hermione Granger always has the last word. In this case it was a cruddy one, but hey what can you do. "You're in no position to be threatening someone superior to you."
"How are you superior to us?" they both wondered out loud. It's like these two share a brain. Actually it would have to be a very small, make-up obsessed brain, if they even have one.
"Well you'll find out sooner or later a.k.a. tonight at dinner, but I always have been and always will be your superior." and with that I turned on my heel and strutted towards the train. Apparently the rest of the school had been watching, and considering the uproar that came from behind me as I walked away they were pretty happy that the "New Girl" had almost completely ruined Parvarti's and Lavender's reputations. Well who wouldn't be? Remember that was a rhetorical question.
Even though I'm not the old Hermione I don't like to be late... I can never wait to start the mayhem. I really have to go to the heads' meeting... I wonder who the new Head Boy is going to be. I hope he's hot... not like I care. Aw, who am I kidding?
I stepped onto the train and started striding across the velvety carpet below my feet making my way to the front of the train, where the Heads' compartment was located. Every body who wasn't standing outside of the train the first time I walked by poked their heads out of their compartments and just stared. Why do I always have this effect on people? Don't worry I already know.
When I finally got to the Heads' Compartment I slid the door open to find a really hot guy sitting there.
Extremely hot.
So hot I think I might be sweating.
So hot... well you get the picture.
So I got my wish. He was hot.
But...
He can't be the right guy.
I mean he's completely off-limits.
I mean he's him.
I mean he's Malfoy.
Well at least I have something to look at.
He looked up. At least he's not wearing make-up or anything... that would be freaky! He's looking at me. Wait is he checking me out? Woow now he's scaring me.
"Excuse me, but this is the Heads Compartment." he said in a suave voice.
You know not being known as a muggleborn really makes a big difference around here. Plus, it gives him a personality change... I like it. What? Wait a minute. Am I calling Draco Malofy hot? Am I saying that I like him? Oh Hermione what is wrong with you.
"Yes I know." I replied in a sweet voice to mask that it was really me. It feels like Halloween again!
Draco... no, no I mean Malfoy. What is wrong with me? Okay, okay. Malfoy raised an eyebrow, "So why are you here? Only the Head Boy, me and Girl, whoever she is are supposed to be here. "
He looks so handsome when he's confused. Wait. No. I didn't just think that. Pull yourself together Hermione! Well at least it's true Oh just forget it. Right now I have to think of something to say.
"Oh, but I am the Head Girl," I replied. Now I know I lost him.
"Oh... Well, I'm sorry but I don't believe I caught your name..."
Oh great now he's probably going to ask for my phone number, too. Just kidding. Wouldn't that be bizarre? He probably doesn't even know what a phone is. If that ever happened he'd start asking me about my email address, screen name and pen name (A/N: hehe!).
"But you already know it." It's a good thing I'm not wearing my Gryfindor robes. It would be a dead giveaway, and this game is so much fun.
"Pansy!" He almost yelled looking disgusted at the idea of his ex-girlfriend.
"Ew! Bloody hell no!" That girl is worse Parvarti and Lavender put together. Well maybe not put together but you get the idea.
He visibly relaxed, then looked puzzled "Then who are you?"
"You'll just have to wait."
"I hate waiting."
"Get used to disappointment."
"Okay."
(A/N: Yey! Some quotes from one of my favorite movies "The Princess Bride." Sorry I started writing "Then who are you?" and that just popped into my head.)
At that moment the compartment door opened to reveal Professor Magonnagall (A/N: Sorry about spelling). She did a quick glance around the room to make sure all two people were here and found herself a seat. She then started her speech.
"You two have been excellent students these past six years, possibly the best Hogwarts has ever seen. For this you will be awarded with some new privileges. You will get a brand new common room and heads quarters, with a personal kitchen. You will be able to go to Hogsmead without it being a scheduled trip. Though this brings many privileges it also has its responsibilities. You will have rounds on assigned corridors in assigned places at assigned times with assigned partners. You not only have to attend the prefects' meetings, you will be in charge of them. You do not have to plan the meetings, but you will be given the information you will have to cover when you get there. The major things you will be in charge of this year are the following: the Halloween Ball, the Christmas Ball, the New Year's Ball, the Valentine's Ball, the End of Year Ball, the Cico De Mayo Ball and the fourth of July Ball."
"We're not going to be here for the fourth of July." Draco commented ignorantly.
"Well, actually we don't even celebrate the fourth of July or Cico De Mayo. We're in England." Well I had to say something, Draco was right seriously that's the wrong country and wrong month.
Professor Magonnagall turned around to face me and she looked at me. Really looked at me. Apparently she hadn't really looked at me closely before. Or at least not closely enough to notice the differences. Now she gapes. Well I'm thankful she didn't say our names. Then we'd have a screaming Draco... I mean Malfoy. Oh what's the difference?
Anyways back to Magonnagall. She's still gaping for words. I have a feeling that if I left a cardboard cut-out of me and just left for a day or so she would still be gaping.
Que Jepordy Theme Music
Yeah this is taking a while. Will she ever get over it?
Jepordy Theme Music Ends
She's still gaping. This is taking longer than I thought. So I look a bit different. is it really that much to gawk at? Well apparently it is as Magonnagall is the first person I have met who knows who I am and is still staring at me. I think Malfoy's even more confused. If she thinks this is that horrible then she should see Parvarti and Lavender. Light bulb!
Well this should be easy, I mean let's think about it. She's still gaping which should definitely give me enough time to get her out the door and into the compartment... if I find them. Oh that will be easy too. Just follow the trail of make-up.
While she's STILL staring at me I grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the compartment. Then we slowly started down the hall.
Thump! Oh that's going to leave a mark... on me. Apparently we left the station already, as I was just flung forwards into a luggage rack by the train. Ow. Well lets find those sluts... I mean Gryfindor Girls.
Slurp. Could that be them, or is Ron having an early snack?
I leaned forward and opened the compartment door with Magonnagall at my side (She's still staring!). So, it's not Ron. It's Parvarti and Lavender having a make-out session with their "boyfriends." Just great. I didn't need to see that.
Well at least Maggonnagall has something to yell about. This means I can leave, but where to go? Back to the Heads' compartment! Why? Because my friends don't recognize me and there's a cute SINGLE guy sitting in there, that doesn't know who I am. Not that that last one matters.
So I kind of, sort of, not really slowly made my way back to the Heads' compartment. Okay so I was running. I mean there's a screaming Maggonnagall behind me. Would anyone in their right mind walk? Didn't buy that excuse? Didn't think you would, but a girl can hope, can't she? Better excuse: There's I hot guy waiting in the Heads' Compartment! But you didn't hear it from me.
So I kept running back to Draco. Did I mention how hot he got over the summer? I'm obsessing now aren't I? I knew this would happen.
I finally reached the compartment and stepped inside. Good he's still here. Not that he'd go anywhere.
"Why did you leave so quickly?" Draco asked in the the same suave voice. God, he's so dreamy!
"Aw, did you miss me?"
"Um... Well... Uhh... What was your name again?"
At that second the door slammed open and in stepped my two so-called best friends in the world. The only major problem with them is that they don't recognize me!
They stopped at the sight of me. They seemed shocked to find out I was in their year! Wait til they catch on that I'm in their house!
"Oh I'm sorry I don't believe we've met," said Ron imitating Draco's suave voice without knowing it. I glanced at Draco... no I mean Malfoy and saw him shooting daggers at Ron. But neither Ron or Harry seemed to notice. They were too transfixed by... well I guess me! "My name's Ron Weasley," he continued awkwardly shaking my hand. This is why he's never had a girlfriend. He has absolutely no emotion.
Then Harry stepped in. "And I'm Harry Potter," he said in a more suave voice than Ron and Draco put together. Harry took my hand and didn't give it a flimsy shake like Ron. Oh no, Harry kissed it.
Now both Ron and Draco were staring daggers at Harry and again he chose not to notice. These guys are really confusing me. Doesn't Harry have a girlfriend? Oh, well I guess she's out of the picture.
"What is your name?" asked Harry.
Crap. Name, name, name. God why didn't I think of a name!
Do I have a nickname they don't know about? Hm... I don't think so.
"Mia," I said trying to sound calm. Mia was what my muggle friends used to call me. I mean Hermione is so uncommon, and so hard to pronounce. Just look at how Krum says it. In case you don't remember it was Her-my-own-ninny. Oh, I forgot to tell you guys. I dumped Victor a long time ago. I mean long distance relationships don't work. Plus he was a professional Quidditch player and god knows how many girls he meets doing that. Super-models probably.
"That's a beautiful name." Harry said in that suave voice with a very strange smile. Now I remember why I don't like being around when Harry's talking to girls. It's sickening. Calm down Mione. Try not to vomit all over him. Not very pleasant image is it?
"Thank you," I replied smiling. This is really hard trying to disguise your voice. They'd recognize it instantly. They've heard me nagging them enough times to register it. That sucks. Do they have to live up to their parents? No. What about me? Yes. I could call this sexual prejudice, but even if I was a boy it would be the same.
Ron elbowed Harry sharply in the ribs. Harry, who was still gazing at me, jumped as if he just remembered something.
Harry actually (finally, more like) started to stutter, so Ron took over. He's much better at trying to talk to girls without trying to seduce them all the time.
"We were wondering if you've seen our friend Hermione Granger. She has thick brown bushy hair, brown eyes and is about yay tall." Ron said putting his hand to about halfway down his neck. Since when did Ron use words like "yay?"
"Have you seen her?" Harry asked.
Well at least their making an effort. Just not a very big one. If they were they'd stop flirting with me for just enough time to realize who I am.
"Oh, no. Sorry, I haven't." Well It's the truth. Technically I haven't seen myself since I looked in the mirror this morning.
"What are Potty and Weasel worried about their girlfriend?" Draco finally piped up.
"No." Ow, that hurts. "She's not his girlfriend... yet." That is, if possible, worse. How could Harry say such a thing?
Then, of course, Ron turns beet red and starts mumbling about how we "shouldn't talk about her like that" and how I'm "never going to date him," as he always does in these situations. Even though I haven't been here for most of these situations... at least I've heard about them. You see, Ron makes a point of trying to hide things from me, although he doesn't do it very well. Take for example the time that he... oh I'm rambling now.
Back to Ron.
Thank you Ron for semi-standing up for me and if you say it louder next time I might just think about it.
"Well, now that you know that your perfect Granger isn't here, can you leave?" Draco droned after an akward silence.
"Why should we, Malfoy?" Harry retaliated. There foes his temper again. I would grab the back of his robes to stop him from punching anyone, if not for two good reasons:
#1. It would seem very strange for the "New Girl" to be restraining anyone from hitting anyone.
And...
#2. I want to see how this turns out.
So, instead of grabbing Harry's robes, I just relaxed and watched. Next problem: Who should I root for? Harry and Ron, the best friends who don't recognise me; or Draco, the hot Slytherin (damn! no not hot!) who doesn't know me enough to recognise me. Hm... tough one.
"I'll give you one good reason why..." said Draco, while reaching for his wand. Oh, tough guy. I like tough guys... I mean, STOP! Hermione, get a grip on reality!
Ron stepped in between the guys, his back to me, while Draco and Harry looked like they wanted to rip each other's head off. It's quite nice to have two wizards fighting over me... not that I like it or anything.
Ron pulled them down in sort of a huddle, yet I could still hear their "whispers."
"Guys, she's watching," Ron said, nudging his head towards, "Just act cool and we'll all look good."
Yeah, some huddle. Ron should never go into American Football.
Turning away from the "huddle," Ron says to me in a suave voice, "So, Mia, maybe I can show you around the castle sometime..."
Ew. I'd rather vomit (over and over again) than spend time with Ron and his disgustingly suave voice. I mean, it's fine hanging out with him and Harry when they're just my friends who happen to be guys. But, when they're trying to impress a girl, I can swear they're schizophrenic.
"Uh... sure, I'll think about it." Aw, that made Ron smile.
Now Harry, following Ron's example walks up to me and says, " We can talk more later. I'll see you at dinner. Come and sit at the Gryffindor table." At the word Gryffindor I could hear Malfoy (yeah I got it right this time!) let out a small chuckle.
"Uh... sure." I said with a slight hint of sarcasm. Why not? I'
m already going to be there.
With that Harry and Ron turned and walked out of the compartment. I heard Malfoy clear his throat, so i shifted my head in his direction.
"So, your name is Mia..."
I spent nearly three quarters of the reast of the ride in the compartment with him; flirting, talking, checking my email, updating my xanga and writing stories about The Lord of the Rings on I somehow managed to convince him that the laptop and sidekick (A/N: the elctrical kind, for instant messaging. God, Hermione's Rich!) was really a wizarding way of communicationm faster than floo powder and more portable.
After that, I went off in search of an empty compartment so I could change into my robes and to read... magazines; preferably Teen People, but never, ever, ever, ever National Geographic.
The train soon slowed to a stop and I exited, almost completely alone me because, once again, everyone who hadn't already seen me, stopped and stared. Get over it, will you?
After I exited the train, I stalled, hoping to make a big entrance into the Great Hall. After almost everyone else had gone up to the school, I took one of the last carriages up to the school. I was lucky enough to get an empty one, which means no more stupid questions like "Who are you?" I mean how thick can a person get? It's one thing not to recognise someone, but a whole other matter when you tell them to their face. I mean, how rude is that?
Anyway, the ride in the spooky horse-less thestral drawn carriage. Did I mention how spooky that is? I mean think about it. You have a horse-less carriage (not a car, which would be much better) that still runs. If that wasn't creepy enough, let's add the fact that it's not really horse-less, because it has the demented thestrals that only people who have seen someone die can see. Doesn't that just brighten up the idea of coming back to school?
So I leave the discomobulated carriage and enter the the deserted Entrance Hall. Literally deserted. Not a soul in sight. But I could hear people, so I just followed the loud converse into the Great Hall.
For the first time that day, hardly anyone even turned around and staredd, because, by now, they were used to my big entrances. Only the teahcers wondered who the hell I was.
I not-so-quietly took a seat at the Gryffindor table and watched Harry try to motion for me to move down to the empty seat he. I shook my head politely (yeah right... politely) and brushed it off as I stole a glance around the Hall. I caught Malfoy staring at me almost constantly.
I turned my head to watch Dumbledore stand up to make his short pre-feast announcement.
"I'm sorry to keep your tummies rumbling, but we have some very pressing matters on hand."
So much for short.
Dumbledore continued, "I have finally found the perfect way of uniting Hogwarts as one," this is going to be good. There is no possible way in Hell we could be united.
"We will be having a Hogwarts Idol in our school. This idea came from the muggle world where many countries have national compeititions to determine who the best singer in the country is every year. Some examples you may have heard of are American Idol, Austrailian Idol, Pop Idol, and so on and so forth. The only difference here is that everyone who is 14 or above must audition or write a essay that is approximately 10 rolls of parchment on why they didn't compete." At that last comment one third of the older students looked excited, one third looked confused and the last third was enraged. In the enraged section was Ron. If looks could kill, the one Ron was giving Dumbledore would have shot him five times, broken his neck, cremated him, mummified the remains and buried him six feet under, just to start the process all over again.
"My other announcement is a much more urgent and pressing matter. It's the matter of your new head boy and girl. It seems only professor Mcgonagall has seen our new head girl, Miss Granger." I looked across the hall to see Draco gaping, wide-mouthed at me. I smiled and slowly nodded my head.
"Let's at least make sure she's in the hall," by now Harry and Ron were looking urgently up and down the table, "We can start with the head boy. Mr. Malfoy will you please stand up?"
Draco stood so that everyone could see him. He was having a bit of trouble getting the expression of shock off of his face, though.
"Good, good. Mr. Malfoy is here. Will Miss Granger please stand up, if she is in the room?"
Everyone moved their slowly eyes across the room, looking for me. After everyone had looked everywhere, in a 360 degree circle, I took a deep breath, smiled, and stood up. These people were going to get the surprise of their lives.
The hall went deadly silent.
Then there was one single, crystal clear voice that was, to me, completely recognizable. It stated what everyone must have been thinking.
"WHAT!"
A/N: Wow! That was 4384 words! Don't ever expect me to do that again! Not for one chapter at least! Anyways, the next chapter might take a while... so send in some song ideas for auditions, to get the thoughts moving. Also please say who you really want to see audition! Gryffindor's first! While you're waiting for me to update, read my other stories! Some of them are pretty good. The next story I'm gonna Update is Summer Vacation, then Shibby and the Shibby Shibbiers, after that Muggle Life Or Not? and finally this one. so review and I'll update faster.
Oh and one last thing which song is better:
I'd Do Anything by Simple Plan
Addicted by Simple Plan
OR
Gotta Get Though This by Daniel Beddingfield