Hermione's Personalities

By Pottersgurl07

AN: Hey ppl...I know on my first chapter I had some mistakes with grammer and all so I reposted it. I'm going to repost all of the chapters as my friend NefariousImp is Beta-ing them for me. This is my first story and I'm kinda excited about it. I'm up for suggestions on it and I hope you all like it. Anyways, here is the second chapter to Hermione's Personalities...

Chapter Two: Weird Stuff

Hermione woke up the next morning with a throbbing headache.

'What happened?' She thought, sitting up in bed.

She looked around her room and saw that there was light streaming through the window, so she assumed it was morning.

Hermione looked at her clock and sure enough it read six-thirty in the morning.

'Okay, Hermione, think, think, think, think...where was I last night? What was I doing? Okay I remember packing up my trunk and then I got a headache. Everything after that, until now, is a big blur.'

Hermione looked down at herself. What she had on was not what she had been wearing the day before. She was wearing an entirely different outfit that she had never seen before, yet again. It was a pink mini-skirt with glitter all over it and a white see through fish net long sleeved shirt with the words 'Bite Me' in pink on it.

'Why is this happening to me?' she thought.

Hermione got up out of bed and walked to the mirror, rubbing her eyes. Her eyes widened. She looked like a goddess with a messed up hair-do and slopy make-up.

Her hair was down straight to the middle of her back. It wasn't a big frizzy puffball anymore. It would look really good if she hadn't slept on it.

Her make-up looked like it was professionally done, but, now that she had rubbed her eyes and had slept on it, it was all over her face. She wished she knew what it had looked like before.

Hermione walked into her bathroom. Nothing in there was the same as she had left it either.

There was make-up all over the counter and a pair of pink stilettos next to the walk-in shower.

'I have never worn stilettos in my life!' She thought. 'Did my mom come in here and leave them just sitting there...or did I?'

She had no clue where all the make-up and the shoes had come from. She had packed everything into her trunk the night before. She knew that this stuff had to be new because she had never seen it before.

Hermione stripped down and stepped in the shower, turning on the cold water full blast.

Thirty minutes later, she stepped out and wrapped a towel around herself and looked in the mirror long and hard.

About an hour later Hermione came out of her room with a pair of tight blue jeans on with a blue see through tank top with a blue bra.

Hermione went down stairs and started making breakfast for her mom and dad, since they weren't up yet.

She made pancakes for her dad and waffles for her mother.

Hermione decided that the only thing she could really think about eating was cereal.

By the time she was finished with her breakfast and had finished washing the dishes she had used, her mother and father came in looking very tired and worn out.

Her mom and dad looked at her as if they had no idea who she was. It frightened her that they were giving her these looks. She had never, in all her sixteen years, seen her parents look at her the way that they were looking at her now.

They sat down and started putting food on their plates, not even saying a word to Hermione.

"Your welcome." Hermione said sarcastically.

They didn't even look up, or reply with a thank you, or anything at all. They just sat there and ate like she wasn't even standing there.

"What is wrong with you two?" She asked.

They just looked up and shook their heads and went back to eating their breakfast. They couldn't believe that their Hermione would say what she had said to them last night. They couldn't face the fact that she really thought they were bad parents and had never loved her.

Back in her room, Hermione was fuming.

Her parents had never been that way to her before and she wanted to know what she had done or what had happened to make them look at her the way that they were.

'Awwww...Hermione, Hermione, Hermione, don't you get it? They don't want you in their lives anymore, because your not worth their time or effort!'

'Where did that come from?' She thought. 'Do I actually believe what my head is telling me?'

The more Hermione thought about it, the more she realized that maybe it was true. Maybe they didn't want her anymore. Maybe, she wasn't worth their time.

'No! No! No! Hermione, don't think like that.' She told herself.

But, no matter how much she tried to deny it, the same thought kept coming back, again and again, and there was nothing she could do to get it to be quiet.

'Hermione why do you think your parents did you that way? I mean, you never do anything wrong, but they still don't love you as much as they used to. It's because you're worthless. You're beneath them...just like you're beneath all the purebloods in that whole, stupid, school.' Hermione put her head in her hands.

'No, its not true, my parents love me and they wouldn't do something like that to me for no reason.' said Hermione in a strained voice.

'Face it, Hermione, you're nothing but a low-life being that no one cares about anymore.' The voice taunted, once again.

'Please stop it!' She cried out desperatly to the voice. 'I don't want to hear another word about my parents not loving me, because they do and nothing will ever change that. I know it.'

Finally, the voice ceased and she took her hands away from her head.

Hermione looked at her clock it said that it was ten o'clock.

Hermione got her trunk and walked down the stairs and out to the car with her trunk wheeling behind her.

Her parents were right behind her, staying quiet the whole time.

When they got to the Kings Cross, Hermione, immediately, got out of the car. She got her trunk and a trolly and said goodbye to her parents, before walking through to platform 9 3/4.

On her way to the train, Hermione bumped into something solid and she went sprawling onto the concrete ground.

A dark shadow hovered over her and Hermione had to shield her eyes from the sun, so she could look up and see who it was.

It was none other than Draco Malfoy.

'Great,' She thought. 'Just what i need.'

"Watch where you're going mudblood." Malfoy said scathingly.

All of a sudden, Hermione got a really bad headache, again.

'No! No! No! No! Not again! Not again!' She thought to herself. Then it was over and Hermione looked up at Draco Malfoy with a challenging look.

"From now on, gorgeous, I'll make sure to keep my eyes on you." She said teasingly, with a sexy smirk.

Draco's eyes practically bugged out.

TBC...