Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me. I might make up my own characters later, but so far, it's just JK's characters.

A/N: This story involves my imagination going wild. In result, everyone is out of character (being the point if the fic) and some strange events have come to pass. I just wanted to mention that this is complete imagination, just in case one of you reads over it and is all like, "What?! That wouldn't happen!" Of course, it wouldn't. It's my warped imagination. Ok? Got that straight? Good. And now for our feature presentation.

A Different You

by Lina Shay

Chapter One: Discontent

"...Furthermore, I saw your last report card, and I was quite disappointed with your Potions grade. Just because you have two boyfriends to entertain, doesn't mean you should lose sight of your academics. Boys may be more interesting than studies now, but there will come a time when you will wish you had paid more attention in class. Mind your grades and try not to dwell on girly silliness. That's my future Magical Doctor, or whatever they go by in the wizard world.

Love always,

Dr. S. Granger DDS"

Hermione resented this. She was not silly. She didn't concern herself with girlish matters, nor did she consider Harry and Ron "boyfriends". Of course, they were boys and friends, and she cared for both of them. But boyfriends? That was the last thing she needed.

An insinuating whistle echoed through the Great Hall. Hermione looked. Of course, it hadn't been directed at her. Some boy, either Dean Thomas and Justin Flitch-Fletchly (she couldn't exactly tell since they were sitting right next to each other) had whistled at Cho Chang as she walked by. As always, Cho wore her hair down and soft. It was probably loaded with magical hair charms. No one's normal hair could be that shinny and bounce like that.

All the guys watched Cho as she walked by. It was revolting how guys lost it over a pretty face. Though Hermione tutted with disapproval, she was secretly wishing that it was her. With the exception of the Yule Ball fourth year, no one had ever looked at her that way. She had never been much desired. And Viktor Krum didn't count. He was one in a thousand students who never saw her at all.

Hermione groaned loudly. She had just told herself that she wasn't silly, that girlish matters didn't appeal to her. It was all a big lie. Secretly, she wished that she could be everyday the way she was at the Yule Ball. What would people say, though? What would her mother say? Hermione could picture the utter disapproval. Her mum had never believed in flaunting oneself for boys. Cho's mum probably wasn't so feminist. Cho's mum probably taught her how to do her hair nice and how to act ladylike. Hermione just wished she had a mum more like that.

"My life sucks!" Ron announced as he plopped himself down opposite of Hermione.

"What's wrong this time?" Hermione asked, shoving her mother's letter into a book which was nearby.

"Oh, haven't you heard?" Ron asked in shock. "It's all over school."

"What?" Hermione queried, not remembering hearing a thing about him.

"Hey, Weasley!" called the obnoxious voice which Hermione knew well as Draco Malfoy's.

She turned to glare at him. Any reason he was calling over to the Gryffindor table had to be malicious. Everything about Malfoy was malicious. He had a pointed face which almost always displayed a cruel sneer. His blonde hair was slicked back fashionably to reveal his cold, blue eyes.

"Saw you at practice," Malfoy went on, smiling in a rat-type way. "Tell me, is running into the goal hoop a new tactic I haven't heard of? Maybe you should show us how to make the correct facial expression."

Malfoy screwed up his face. He looked half-constipated and half-sour. The Slytherins roared with laughter.

"It's not like you were trying to run into the goal post," Hermione told Ron, trying to be comforting.

"No, it's just my ruddy luck," Ron grumbled, "and on the very day that ferret-faced git was watching."

"Don't mind Malfoy," Hermione insisted, taking her friend's hand. "Even if you didn't do anything wrong at practice, Malfoy could find a reason to make a oaf out of himself laughing."

"That's because I can't do a bloody thing right," Ron whined. "You heard the howler I got this morning. Even my own parents think I'm a disappointment."

"All parents say those things when they're angry," Hermione insisted. "You don't really think your mum would hang you by your toes over a pit of Blast-Ended Skrewts, do you?"

"I s'pose not," Ron sighed discontentedly. "I just wish I wasn't such a blundering idiot all the time."

"Come on, Ron," Hermione said, glancing at her watch. "We best be getting to class."

"Oh, great!" Ron threw his hands into the air. "I didn't even get to eat my lunch, I spent so much time in the bloody hospital wing."

Ron and Hermione stood up together. She truly felt sorry for him. It never really seemed like things were ever going well for Ron.

"Weasley!" Malfoy called.

Hermione glared back at him. Malfoy screwed-up his face again, imitating Ron. The Slytherins laughed.

"That's great, Malfoy," Hermione said odiously. "That's the best you've ever looked."

Malfoy shot an evil looked at her, saying to his friends, "I always thought mudbloods shouldn't have the right to but into REAL wizard matters."

Hermione quickly took Ron's hand and pulled him out of the Great Hall. The two quickly came upon Harry.

"Where have you been?" Ron demanded. "Angelina was going mental about you missing practice."

"I got detention," Harry groaned. "I wasn't even doing anything wrong. I just went into Snape's office to ask him about that report. The git wasn't even there, so I went to leave him a note when he walked in and thought I was stealing Potion ingredients or some nonsense. He said I had to serve detention that moment."

"In the middle of the day?" Hermione asked, shocked.

Harry shrugged, saying, "He knew that I had Quidditch practice. I think he did it on purpose. He always has to make my life harder."

"The git just can't let things go," Ron muttered.

"Yeah, and anytime Malfoy does anything wrong, Snape looks the other way," Harry grumbled. "I just wish he wasn't so nice to Malfoy and evil to us. Oh, wouldn't it be a riot if Snape was nice to us for a change and always picked on Malfoy instead."

"Keep dreaming, Harry," Ron said, laughing.

The three of them got to Potions class and sat in their usual spot. Snape glared at them the moment they entered the room.

"Today, we're working on the Velocity Potion," Snape droned. "You will find the instructions on page two hundred and fifty seven. Turn there now."

Hermione instantly turned to the page he specified. She knew this potion well. It happened to be one of the ones's she had already studied. Quickly, she began with the liquid gru and powdered Futec bones. Just then, Malfoy and his two stooges walked into the Potions room.

"Sorry we're late, Professor," Malfoy said with a sly smile.

"That's all right, Malfoy. Take a seat," Snape muttered.

Hermione, Harry and Ron exchanged looks. If any of them had come in late, Snape would surely have taken points from Gryffindor. As Malfoy walked by Neville Longbottom, he kicked over his cauldron, watching amused as Neville struggled to wipe up the muck spread across the floor.

"Longbottom, can't you do a thing right?" Snape shot at him.

"But, Professor, that's not fair!" Hermione protested. "Malfoy kicked over his cauldron."

"Me?" Malfoy asked, looking innocent.

"Miss Granger, would you kindly return to your Potion," Snape said, folding his arms.

Hermione did go back to her Potion, but as she cut up her flobble worms and shredded the mandrake root, she imagined they were Snape and Malfoy.

After Neville had cleaned up his Potion, he started over again. Hermione knew instantly that he was doing it wrong. He had put in the doxy fur before he was supposed to. And what on earth was he doing with the billy wig stinger. That wasn't supposed to be in the Potion. Hermione figured she would put him right quickly before Snape saw. Casually, Hermione walked up to the ingredients cabinet to get some more Re'em blood. She was on her way toward Neville, when Malfoy stuck out his foot and tripped her. Hermione stumbled into Neville's cauldron, knocking his potion all over herself. When the muck hit her time-turner, it began to steam a load of dark purple smoke. It was everywhere. Hermione couldn't even see, but she had the queerest feeling.

A/N: Alright, I know it's not very grippping, but I think this will turn out being a really good story. Please look for the next chapter.