Diclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. What a shame…

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Hermione sat against the wall of her bedroom and threw the baseball in her hand against the floor, where it bounced to the wall and back into her hand. Today was the day she returned to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year. Her trunk was ready and packed, as was her schoolbag with all her things for the train. It was the same as every year. Except this year, Hermione was a changed person. Over the summer she had grown tired of her wallflower-ey wardrobe and decided to exercise her transfiguration skills to reflect the girl she wanted to be. She only had one more year at high school, and this time she was going all out.

Standing, she walked over to the full-length mirror and examined her reflection. She was wearing black-and-grey camouflage trousers and a blood-red boob-tube. It was her favourite out of all the outfits she had made. Her hair had been straightened to it's full-extent (her waist) and dyed white on top, black underneath. The black-and-red skull and crossbones in her newly-pierced navel matched the ones lining the choker on her neck and in her ears. She brought out her lipstick and re-applied the dark red gloss.

"Hermione! Time to go!" Her mother yelled and Hermione sighed. Grabbing her bag, she shrank her trunk and placed it inside, before bouncing down the stairs. Four hugs, seven warnings about sugary sweets and one four block drive later, Hermione was standing outside Kings Cross Station. She wandered slowly into the station and glided through the barrier.

Standing beside the train she scanned the platform for Ron and Harry. She spotted two guys, one with red hair, one with black, and she smiled. Weaving her way past excited first years, tearful families and bored siblings, she stood behind the two, close enough to see the name 'Ron Weasley' scratched onto a trunk.

Smiling to herself, she took a deep breath and screeched 'WON-WON!". Ron jumped and whirled around. He hit Hermione and knocked her over, but Harry caught her before she hit the ground. Hermione grinned up at the two boys.

"Hi."

"Her-Hermione?" Ron stuttered, staring at her. She nodded and turned around, hugging Harry, who raised his eyebrows.

"Wow, Hermione. You look-"

"Bloody Fantastic! George! C'mere and look at this!" Fred appeared suddenly by Ron's shoulder, grinning. His twin joined them moments later and Hermione frowned up at them all.

"Why am I so small?" She whined. Even though she was tall herself, she was tiny in comparison to the Weasley's and Harry, who were all exceeding the 6ft mark.

"Cuz you are. Get over it. Does that not hurt!" George said, bending down and examining Hermione's belly-button piercing. She giggled and slapped him on the head.

"Nope. I should have but I put a numbness spell on my stomach when I got it done." She said and Harry shook his head in amazement.

"Hermione Granger. With her bellybutton pierced. What next, will Malfoy dye his hair pink?" He said and they laughed. There was a whistle from the train and George jumped up and down excitedly.

"Ooooh! Getting' on the train for your last year!" He said.

"You don't want to be late now, do you?" Fred continued, pointing at the train.

"C'mon. We'll help you." George said, and bent down. There was a screech, then George took off down the station carrying a screaming Hermione."

"George Weasley you put me down RIGHT NOW!"

"Nope."

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!"

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Dean ran out of his bathroom, cursing. Pulling a black t-shirt over his head, he cast some drying spells on his hair. He swore again as he pulled on some baggy jeans and a black shirt for over his t-shirt, grabbed his bag and ran out the door. He was late, the first day back at school and he was late.

He sprinted across the hall and down the stairs, shoved his feet into his trainers, yelled a hurried goodbye to his drunken mother and hurtled out the house. Cars hooted as he ran in front of them and across the street to Kings Cross Station. He only stopped to walk slowly though the barrier to platform 9 ¾ before speeding up and boarding the train. He collapsed into an empty compartment seconds before one of the Weasley twins ran past with a screaming girl on his shoulder.

Panting only slightly, he stretched across the seat and promptly fell asleep.

Four hours later there was a loud yell and he woke up just as a girl landed on his stomach. Coughing, he looked up to see who was crushing his bladder and saw a pretty girl with white-and-black hair staring back at him.

"Hey Dean. Awake now?" She asked, giggling and Dean groaned.

"Yes. Why did you wake me? And who are you?"

"I woke you because you're needed in the teachers compartment and I'm Hermione." Dean was only half-listening during this explanation but one word caught his attention.

"Hermione! Jesus Christ so it is. When'd you change? And When'd you grow boobs!" He exclaimed. Hermione laughed and stood up.

"I changed over the summer and Dean, I grew boobs in second year. Now get up! We're needed!"

"What for?" He asked, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet and dragged along the corridor.

"Head's duties."

Four hours later they emerged from the Prefects compartment after having told them their duties, arguing along the way.

"Dean he's gay."

"No he is not. He was eyeing you up."

"He was wearing pink and spoke funny. He's gay."

"Seamus wears pink and speaks funny!"

"Seamus is Irish he can't help sounding different. Did you not notice him feeling you up?" Dean froze in the act of opening his compartment door.

"That was him? I thought it was you!" He said, loudly and Hermione burst out laughing. Dean shook his head and slid open the door, immediately wishing he hadn't. Seamus was sitting on the seat, his arms wrapped around Mandy Brocklehurst, who was sitting on his knee, making out with him

"Hermione?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I sit in with you guys?"

"Sure." Dean smiled in thanks and followed Hermione down the train to her compartment. They went inside and Harry and Ron were sitting on the floor playing exploding snap, being watched be Luna Lovegood and Neville. Hermione sat on the seat next to them and Dean sank into the seat next to Neville.

"No Harry! Not that one!"

BANG!

The pack of exploding cards blew up, leaving Harry and Ron looking very blackened with no eyebrows. Hermione had managed to save herself from the soot by leaping into Deans lap, which got very bad looks from a very dirty Ron. Moments later there was a loud voice echoing along the train.

"Ladies and Gentlemen we are now approaching Hogsmeade Station. Please take your hand luggage with you. Enjoy Your Year at Hogwarts!"

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