I DON'T OWN ANYTHING…but not for lack of wishing, especially nothing regarding Harry Potter or Britney Spears' music.
I apologize to all my readers for the delay. I know I promised to do it quickly but life seemed to get in the way, as it always does. But I promise to make more of an effort!
CHAPTER 1
It felt like they had been watching Hermione for hours, in reality it was 10 minutes, when the car finally rolled to a stop. She slipped the slim white object back into her Hermés Birkin bag. Even the purebloods in the crowd of students knew the status symbol that represented.
The white thing, however, had to be explained to most. Half-bloods and muggleborns turned to purebloods by them and explained the communication device. An iPhone it was called.
"It's faster than an owl?...She doesn't have to call into the fireplace?" Questions circled around the Great Hall. All mutters came to an abrupt silence as a shadow crossed by the car window on Hermione's side and the door began to open.
Harry had picked up on subtle clues from the way Hermione acted and spoke over the years that her family was fairly well off. Yet the sight before him when the door opened was definitely a thousand times more than he could have comprehended.
The reaction of the Weasley's was probably the closest they had ever come to acting like the rest of the purebloods around them. Ron and Ginny, along with the Slytherins, had been completely unprepared for what they saw when the limo door opened.
Hermione's home, since they had never been ones to socialize with the upper classes, was something Ron and Ginny had only seen the likes of in books. Standing at four stories high and stretching the length of a football field, it loomed over Hermione and her chauffeur's forms as she stood at the front door and he unloaded her bags.
"How many Burrow's do you think we could fit in there Ron?" Ginny leaned over and asked her brother. Ashamed for all the times she had looked at her home with eyes of splendor and wondered why Hermione's smile didn't quite reach her eyes when she was there.
Ron couldn't even respond. His jaw was to the floor. Maybe she didn't live there? She probably only lived in part of it.
Harry saw how hard his friend was thinking and stepped in to save him the headache.
"Stop thinking mate. That's definitely all hers."
At the Slytherin table whispers were flying. After the war their views were slightly altering as time passed. They didn't know how to take Hermione as the brightest witch of their time and a muggleborn, but now she was filthy rich too? Did this make her less filthy? They looked to Draco for guidance.
"Gee mate, looks like her family plays on your level." Blaise elbowed his best friend. Anyone else and Draco would have hexed them across the room.
"It doesn't mean anything." He growled just loud enough for the table to hear.
Oh the poor boy didn't know the half of it. Just wait.
Hermione smiled to herself as she stood in front of her childhood home. It didn't go unnoticed that this smile, while still demure, reached her ears. As she walked up to the door confident that her things would find their way in, they always did, the door opened and two regal figures stepped out.
"Mum! Dad! I've missed you so much!" Hermione ran into her parent's arms. She had missed them so much during the war, but they had to take care of things on their front, and she on hers. Even she did not fully understand the extent of their involvement yet.
Her mother stood at the same five foot four inches as Hermione, and hair in the same golden blonde curls, the only difference where her brown eyes. Her father towered over the both of them at six foot three, with dark brown waves and the same piercing ocean blue eyes as his daughter.
Hermione smiled in the arms of her parents, but back in the Great Hall waves of slight recognition flowed through down the rows of purebloods at the screen closed in on the image. Nah, it couldn't be.
Well they do say ignorance is bliss.
"And me Miss World Saver? Did you miss only your best friend since birth?" A voice popped up behind the Grangers.
"AHHH!" Hermione's screech radiated through not only her foyer but the Great Hall.
"Lucy, you're here! I texted you, but you didn't respond."
"That's because I was already waiting for you, silly. We have so much catching up to do."
And with that the two girls gave Hogwarts a tour of the Hermione's elaborate house and they moved through the halls to Hermione's room leaving her smiling parents behind.
"So tell me about you boyfriend." Lucy said as she plopped down on the white chaise lounge in Hermione's room. The room had white walls accented with gold fleur de leis and centered on the floor to ceiling fireplace. There was a sitting room in front of the fireplace and centered on the back wall her large four post bed complete with white and gold linens.
"What boyfriend?" Hermione asked as she opened up the door to her bathroom. It had been so long. She missed her Jacuzzi tub and rainfall shower, her opulent mirror and vanity.
"The ginger. What was his name? Roger? Rodney?.."
"Ron. It was never going to work." Ron's face dropped at this comment he had held out hope that it was only the war that kept them apart.
"Oh! Tell me all the details."
"There just wasn't anything there. No chemistry, nothing in common. Nada."
"Was he at least fun in bed?"
"All two and half inches of him? No."
The two girls broke into laughter with the Great Hall as Ron's face turned bright red. He wanted to sink into the floor.
"She has no idea what she's talking about. She was a prude before me." He retaliated. Everyone in the room thought the same, until…
"Oh no! What a let down after Henry, you had a God of a man followed by the runt of the litter." Lucy's face showed genuine sadness for her best friend's sexual misfortune.
"He probably was the runt of the litter, they have enough kids. Speaking of Henry, how is he?"
Even Draco cracked a smile. The number of children the Weasley's was obscene. If it was ever mandated that someone should be snipped and sterilized it was them. It's not like they contributed anything to the world. Ron just managed to ride on Harry's coattails and Ginny liked to throw herself at him.
"Someone might have let it slip to Henry that you were coming into town for the weekend, and he might have asked that person to get you to come to the club tonight. Now I understand if you don't want to go with how everything ended, but sweetie you cannot deny the sexual tension and attraction you two had." Lucy fully expected her to say 'no' so she was completely surprised when she got the opposite.
"Why not? He hasn't seen me in a year. I've changed since then. Let's show him what he's thrown away." Hermione had lost any trace of baby fat from her body. Her hair had tamed itself into soft waves flowing down to her shoulder blades. Her breasts had finally grown in to a full D cup and with the right outfit her legs went on for days.
Henry wasn't the only person Hermione wanted to show what they were missing. She hadn't earned the title of being the Brightest Witch of her time without merit. The car ride home while she had been alerting friends that she was home and making plans she had been thinking about the possible reasons Dumbledore would have sent her home. As soon as she remembered all the discussion that Order had of shining a light on muggleborns at home as part of the muggle studies class she realized she was the test specimen.
Might as well show all her ex-boyfriends what they were missing. If Ron wanted to be with Lavender, even when they were still together, than wasn't it only her duty to show him what he lost and to move on in a very public way? And what better than in front of the whole school?
Grabbing a pen and a piece of stationary she jotted down a quick note to Lucy.
L- Can't say this out loud, but Hogwarts is watching. Part of a new class. Let's show them who I really am, yeah?
The girls simply smirked at each other and went into their routine of preparing for the club. With a snap of Lucy's fingers music started playing and the girls started giggling.
All Hermione could think was, "ahh, it's good to be home", as Britney Spears filtered through the surround system in the room.
Yeah smash on the radio bet I penned it
Britney, (Break me off, oooh) Toy soldier (Break me off)
Britney, (Break me off, oooh) Toy soldier (Break me off)
Britney, (Break me off, oooh) Toy soldier (Break me off)
Britney, (Break me off, oooh) Toy soldier (Break me off)
I'm out the door, it's automatic, simple babe
(You know you wanna give it to me)
I'm like a fire, bottle bustin', in your face
(I know you wanna give to me)
So tired of ya being up in my space
(Watcha gonna do with it)
How much more could I take
I'm tired of privates driving
Need a general that ain't weak
When I shut the door leaving with my bag
Hit the scene in my new wagon
Bet he gon' wish he knew
The type of fun I'm gettin into
Peek a boo, he good
Doin' things you wish you could
He's not talkin', he's just walkin'
Like them city boys from New York
This time I need a soldier
A really bad ass soldier
That know how to take, take care of me
I'm so damn glad that's over
This time I need a soldier
I'm sick of toy soldiers
A boy that knows how to take care of me
Won't be just coming over
I don't want no more
Toy soldiers (Break me off)
I'm simply sick and tired of those
Toy soldiers (Break me off)
"How appropriate. I really am tired of pretend tough guys." Hermione commented as she stepped out of her closest in nothing more than black lace panties and a matching lace demi bra, fully showing off her assets.
"Which one do you prefer?" She lifted up a skimpy piece of silver fabric that resembled a dress and something similar in red.
"Definitely the silver, red is more my color." Lucy had long, very dark brown and the color looked amazing on her. With an agreeing nod, Hermione tossed her the red dress and both girls heading into the closet to change.
Hogwarts had never seen this brazen side of Hermione. The Gryffindor girls had lived with her for years and she had never changed in front of them. Every male in the room seemed to be memorized by her body. It wasn't uncommon for them to fantasize about the school's goody-too-shoes but even their wildest imaginations hadn't given her that flat stomach, those boobs, or that ass.
Lavender couldn't help but look down at herself self-consciously after Ron up-downed her then immediately turned his attention back to the screen. She just had to remind herself that he cheated on Hermione with her and she won.
Ginny sizzled in jealously. For so long she had felt sorry for Hermione that she didn't have any girlfriends, or boyfriends, and what a lonely life she must lead. Yet here she was watching her gossip and trade clothes in her huge house with someone that wasn't Ginny.
All the boys were on the edges of their chairs waiting for the girls to come out changed. Even Draco admitted that Hermione had a much better body than a lot of the girls he had. If he was being completely honest with himself he would admit that he had fantasized about her before and found himself aroused by her. Not that he would ever admit that though. Unless she was of purer blood there wasn't any use getting involved.
Just sometimes wishes do come true.
No one was prepared for the Hermione that came out of the closet fully dressed and made up.
Lucy walked out first in the red dress. It's sweetheart top covered up just enough cleavage and had straps that fell down the arm, artfully placed in an effort to look effortless. The dress ended mid-thigh and her legs ended in 6-inch patent leather Christian Louboutins. Her hair was pulled back into a stylish ponytail and the make up was soft and natural, but with bright red lips.
Hermione strutted out next, the silver dress working overtime to cover her. It was a halter dress that had a V in the front that dipped below her breasts and was just long enough to cover her goodies and not much else. She wore shoes very similar to Lucy, except her Louboutins sparkled with just a dusting of glitter. Her hair was in tousled waves and her make up seemed to make her eyes look bluer and lips pinker.
The school watched as her did a turn, seemingly as if for the camera, and revealed that the dress lacked a back.
The girls grinned to each other, grabbed their clutches, and headed out the door. Hermione would show Ron what he was missing, the rest of the boys what they could only dream of having, and for one person she hoped she was showing them something they would want to possess and never let go.
Ron grabbed Lavender and pulled her in for a kiss, hoping it would lead to bed and he could remind himself why he was with her. But as she pulled him to leave he hesitated and said, "Let's go when everyone else does". Knowing full well that the rest of their table planned to stay and watch.
Slytherin girls couldn't help but compliment her fashion taste. They may look down on her blood, for now, but they definitely accepted her for her fashion sense.
Draco sat at the head of his table and looked out over his followers then looked back up at the screen. That Lucy girl was right, Hermione did look better in his school colors.
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