Disclaimer: I wish I owned them all, but who doesn't. I hope JK Rowling gives the rights to the books, when she dies, to me.
Hermione sat squirming in the barber's chair. Her light brown, frizzy hair was getting a new look, and she didn't know how it would look. Her creamy, chocolate eyes worriedly ran over the scissors in front of her.
"Don't worry," the hairstylist said, "This spell is relatively easy. Your hair will remain straight until you say the counter curse. Do you want highlights?"
"Sure. What is the counter curse? Not that I would use it, as I have wanted straight hair for, like, forever."
The hairstylist mixed a highlight mix of black and purple. Laughing, she said, "I agree. I have never used the counter curse on my hair. I think that this is the perfect highlight for your hair. What do you think?"
"I really like it. If you don't mind, I do have other shopping to do…" she cut off.
"Yes, of course." The hairstylist started her work, beginning with the spell. A half hour later, Hermione left with straight brown hair, highlighted black and purple, and bangs slashing across her forehead.
She went to all of the stores necessary for school supplies, and then headed to the exit of Diagon Alley. It was time for shopping for muggle clothes for trips to Hogsmeade.
She, in total, spent $275.59, not including school supplies. It was all her money, as she had gone on a work spree.
She reached home with leather pants and shirts, tank tops, capris, skirts in leather and other fabrics, vans, studded belt, and knee-length high-heeled boots. Plus whatever make-up she wanted.
Hermione didn't have to worry about her mother complaining about the amount she was spending and what she spent it on. Her mother was still at work, thank god, with her father.
Tomorrow was the day that she went to Hogwarts. She didn't know how Harry and Ron would take her new, slim, sleek look. But she wasn't that worried. She was the same person inside still, just new on the outside.
Hermione turned to her bed stand. On it sat her Head Girl badge. She had no clue who was Head Boy, but it was not Harry or Ron, as she had already contacted them about it.
She sighed and up on her pajamas. She was tired and she had some packing to do still. She would need to get up early. Setting her alarm clock, she slipped into bed. She turned off her lamp and turned over. After all of that shopping, she was pooped, and she instantly fell asleep.
The blaring of her alarm clock woke Hermione with a start. It was five thirty in the morning, and if she wanted to get there on time, she had better get a move on it.
She showered, put on her make-up, which was the quickest thing that she did that whole morning. She didn't need much make-up, just mascara, eyeliner, and blush. She combed and put her hair up.
Her outfit took her the longest to do, after packing her stuff in her trunk. She finally settled for leather pants, a green, tight-fitting tube top, and her boots.
At 9 a.m. she finally dragged her trunk downstairs and next to the front door. She then turned and entered the kitchen.
Her mother nearly dropped the plate she was carrying when she saw her only daughter.
"Hermione! What is that outfit?"
"It is my new style. I like it, and I spent my own money on it," Hermione said as she relieved her mother of the plate that was seconds from dropping to the floor.
Her mom had a few graying hairs, almost brand new, as they hadn't been there the year before. She was slim and of medium height, but she had a kind air.
"It is just that you are such a good kid, and now you buy those clothes. Why?"
"Because I needed a new look, and this is the look for me."
"Fine, just be careful with how far you go."
Hermione rolled her eyes as she sat down and ate her toast. Her mother glanced at her daughter and then at the clock. She started at what she read.
"Dear, if you want to get to the train on time, I suggest we leave fairly soon. Did you put your badge in you trunk?"
"Good, go brush your teeth. I'll take care of your plate."
Hermione handed the plate to her mother, stood, and headed to the bathroom. She brushed and flossed, and then packed the things in her trunk, along with tons of extras, just in case.
"Dear, into the car, now!"
Hermione sat in the Head compartment, waiting for McGanagoll and the Head Boy to come. She twitched nervously, wondering about her new look. She was one of the first here, so no one had actually seen what she looked like, so she couldn't tell what the general reaction would be.
Now it was almost time to leave, and she was getting edgier by the minute.
The door slid open and in it stood Draco Malfoy.
"Who are you?" he sneered.
Hermione looked him straight in the eyes as she stood. His eyes widened as he figured out who she was and what she was wearing.
"What did you do to yourself, Granger. It is an improvement."
"Thank you so much for that rude comment, Malfoy. I take it you are the Head Boy. I guess that I am going to be sharing a dorm with you. How enjoyable," she sneered back.
"Gee, Hermione, don't be so rude."
"What did you just call me?" Hermione was in shock. She had heard her first name come from the mouth of Draco Malfoy, muggle hater, the person who hated her the most.
"Nothing… Here comes McGanagall," Malfoy said, turning a shade of red she had never seen on his face before.
"Good, both of you are here…"
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