A/N: Italics are Hermione's thoughts.
Hermione opened her eyes and gasped in shock. Against all odds, she had done it, people didn't call her the smartest with of the generation for nothing. She had just travelled back in time by fifteen years, to the start of the summer before she went to Hogwarts. It would be hard, but hopefully, she could change the world.
Rubbing her eyes and throwing the covers aside, she sat up and looked around her room properly and then flushed. It seemed that she had forgotten her décor theme, but at the time, it did reflect her personality.
Her bright pink walls were covered in framed report cards and essays with the bare minimum of red pen, and 'A' written across the work. All that she thought about before Hogwarts was school work, even at her young age, because of this, she had been rather ostracized by her classmates as the rest of them were mainly looking for fun not learning from school. When she arrived at Hogwarts, it had been much the same until the incident with the troll occurred, and Harry and Ron became her first true friends. That was what made Harry's betrayal hurt that bit more.
Books littered the room, on various shelves mounted on the walls, in the bookcase and even overflowing onto piles on the floor, and this before she had discovered the wizarding world and gained dozens more books on all sorts of not so muggle subjects. Her muggle schoolbooks also lay in her pink designer school bag, her parents were fairly well off, this was also the reason which she went to the nearby private, very exclusive all girls school. In fact, her room was quite modern and could possibly feature in one of those muggle magazines showing the best interior decorating trends.
Her alarm clock sat on the polished wood table next to the black leather sofa scattered with fluffy black matching cushions, and she took a look at it. Just after nine am. Racking her brain to try and remember her routine of fifteen years ago, she decided to enjoy her first lie in of this life. Money had bought them a lot with her parents private dentist practice, and they had a few staff such as a maid and a chef. They were both great at their jobs.
I bet I'll enjoy rediscovering that. It's nice to have a care free life after the troubles of the past few years. I can't just sit back and do nothing though, I'll have to start planning out what I'm going to do, and thinking about it very carefully. No one can know of my knowledge. I suppose it wouldn't hurt to forget about everything for a few days though…