So, I won't always be updating this fast, but I got excited! Length of the drabbles will vary- as you can see, this one is quite short. It also could be interpreted as a rant against people who put effort into their appearance- if it comes off that way, I apologize. I merely wrote this to poke fun at the fics that seem to think Hermione needs to be prettier to be a useful and better character. Shout out to lilrilakkuma, Guest and Dragode for reviewing!

Also, if there's a Hermione Fanfiction cliché you'd like me to play with, drop me a line and I'll see what I can do!

Cheers!

-E

"Hey boys," Hermione called, stepping into Harry and Ron's compartment on the train. Harry and Ron stared.

Hermione, apparently, had quite the summer. The girl in front of them was dressed in a pink tank top that covered a well-fitting bra ( Hermione, for all her genius, apparently never figured out how to use a measuring tape before now), a pair of bedazzled jean shorts, and a pair of high top converse-sparkly ones. Her breasts had also grown at least two cup sizes, her waist decreased by several centimetres, and they were fairly certain she was taller too. She wore blue contacts in front of her old ugly brown eyes, and her own atrocious hair had been straightened and dyed two shades darker. Her face was covered in immaculately done makeup that made her look hot. In her ears were ear buds connecting to an ipod that played a continuous loop of Evanescence, Fall Out Boy, and Nickleback.

"Oi, Dunbar, would you move?" Hermione called, and the girl in front of them turned to reveal the real Hermione.

"Oh, Sorry Hermione! My ipod just started playing out of nowhere which confused me, since magic and technology don't mix and it hasn't actually worked since I was 11, so I zoned out a bit in shock. Meet you back at the castle!" The girl waved, and Hermione waved back with a grin, moving into the compartment as the boys stared at her in shock.

"Who… was that?" Ron finally managed, and Hermione tipped her head.

"Fay Dunbar. Honestly Ronald, she's only been living with me for the last six years. She loves Quidditch, likes playing beater, is in the Gobstones club, and wants to be an Auror when she grows up. Do you know anyone in your year apart from Harry and I?"

"She's not on the team, is she?" Ron asked, looking at Harry who rolled his eyes.

"Up until last year your brothers have always been our beaters, and we still need to hold try-out to fill their spots so no, I'd say she's not on the team."

"She tried out third year though," Ginny added, coming into the compartment. "She's quite good, but it's not like we could have gotten rid of Fred and George. Why are we talking about Fay?"

"We thought she was Hermione!" Ron explained, still slightly in shock.

"You thought she was Hermione? They look nothing alike!" Ginny laughed.

"Fay is quite a bit taller," Hermione added.

"I just- well, I thought you got a makeover," Ron muttered, embarrassed.

"Honestly Ronald, I assumed you would know by now that saving the world is a bit more important in my character arc then my looks. It's almost as if I was created to be a strong female character for women everywhere to show them that personality, smarts, kindness and heart are more important than vanity. If you think that I would straighten my hair, get implants, and do my makeup just to be more popular, you obviously don't know me or the point of my character. Not that it's wrong to look like Fay- she's a lovely girl that you've completely ignored the last six years- but I'm not going to go out of my way to change how I look to suit other people's purposes. I've got more important things to be doing-like saving the world, defeating Voldemort, emancipating and securing rights for all magical creatures, and getting perfect scores on my NEWTS."

"So there!" Ginny added, sticking out her tongue at her brother and his best friend. "Girl power!" She high fived Hermione and the two left the compartment in search of Fay and the other background Gryffindor girls who wouldn't judge them based on their appearance, as if they were in some kind of overly clichéd fanfiction.