Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it all belongs to J.K. Rowling! This is all just for fun, I'm not making any money out of it.

Summary: At the end of sixth-year, Draco insults Hermione on her physical appearance, which causes her to want to change over the summer along with Ginny. Now its seventh-year, Hermione has fun and she bites back! She's out for revenge on Draco Malfoy but instead she falls straight into his trap! Pairings DMHG HPGW!

Author's Notes: Hey, this is my new fic. Its a short romantic comedy centering around our favourite lovebirds, Draco and Hermione. Its quite drastic as the title mentions but I hope you'll like it!

About the Dragon, the Lion and the Serpent, I've updated the epilogue to answer people who reviewed. The sequel will be up soon, I can't make any promises but its best for me to plan ahead rather than disappoint you guys!

Enjoy!

Hermione woke up with a loud sigh. It was bright and sunny outside, announcing a hot summer day, but she didn't care. Today was her last day as a sixth-year and therefore, after breakfast, she would have to finish packing her trunk and leave the castle.

It was sad really, after all that had happened during the course of the year, but Hermione was happy to finally go home and see her parents again. At least this summer she could spend it without having to worry about Death Eaters and "You Know Who" since Harry, with Dumbledore's help, had defeated Voldemort sometime after Christmas. After Sirius' death, the Boy Who Lived was tired of being kept out of things, and also tired of being passive. With the help of the Order, and especially Snape, he tracked down the dark wizard and finished him once and for all. The remaining Death Eaters had either ended up in Azkaban or were still on the loose.

In any case, Hermione was just glad it was all over with so that everybody could simply get on with their lives, and her best friend could finally live a normal life.

The rest of the year had gone by quite smoothly for the top student of Hogwarts. It was all about attending classes, answering questions, reading for assignments, doing homework, and hanging out with Harry, Ron and Ginny. However, what had not gone so smoothly was the most despicable student of Hogwarts. The most snotty, arrogant little git that had ever set foot in Hogwarts. The white-blond haired, Slytherin-Prince-my-ass, revolting little–, basically Malfoy.

The Slytherin git's attitude hadn't changed an ounce since Voldemort had been defeated and his father put in Azkaban. Instead Draco Malfoy seemed to be taking even more pleasure in insulting Hermione and her friends all year long. The Gryffindors would bite back, of course, but things were getting to a point where Hermione would have to take deep breaths when she saw him, to prevent herself from hitting him in the face.

She just couldn't stand him!

He constantly had to make some rude remark when he saw her, especially when his girlfriend, the delightful pea-brained, pug-faced Pansy Parkinson, was around. The other blonde Slytherin certainly had a great figure, and an expensive taste for clothes, but eating, sleeping, and gossiping were about the only things she could do by herself.

No, Hermione wasn't jealous. Far from it, actually. But she couldn't understand why every bloody Hogwarts guy lusted after her when she had the IQ of a pigeon. It was totally beyond her; didn't personality count for anything anymore?

Apparently not, Hermione realised, as she spotted Dean Thomas climbing out of Parvati's bed across the bedroom.

Dean and Parvati? For Christ's sake, they weren't even going out!

Hermione tried to glare at him as he got quickly dressed beside her, but decided against looking at his naked torso.

"Dean?" she called out as quietly as she could. "What are you doing in the girls' dorms?"

He wriggled his eyebrows in response.

"I could report you to McGonagall, you know," she threatened him, putting her hands on her hips.

"Oh lighten up, would you?" he whispered back, slipping his shirt on. "Just because you're not getting any, doesn't mean the rest of us can't."

Hearing his words, Hermione turned a deep crimson and her eyes widened like saucers.

"Get out!" she hissed, loudly this time, pointing to the door. He walked out, chuckling to himself, and Hermione quickly slammed the door behind him.

"He's got a point you know," Lavender said from her bed, waking up from the noise.

"Shut your mouth!" Hermione snapped at her, storming into the bathroom. The nerve! She couldn't believe it! Just because she wasn't as easy-going as those two, it didn't mean she-

But she stopped herself, preferring not to remember her past experiences with boys – two boys to be exact: Victor Krum and Ronald Weasley. She hadn't really enjoyed it, nothing serious had happened, and it had been more of a pain than the blissful relationship she secretly longed for. Turning the shower taps on, she rummaged through dozens of make-up appliances, face masks, and hair products belonging to her two roommates before finding her own baby shampoo and soap.

"Hurry up, Hermione, or we won't get any seats," Harry called out to her, as he stepped onto the train.

"Goodbye Hagrid!" she waved from afar, stepping inside the train herself as she took a long last look at the castle before leaving. She turned around quickly, remembering the train was about to leave and she needed to find a carriage, when suddenly she bumped into someone down the corridor.

Malfoy! Out of all the Hogwarts students, it just had to be Malfoy! And, unfortunately, he was accompanied by Crabbe and Goyle.

"Watch where you're going, Mudblood!" he spat out, pushing Hermione out of the way as he walked past her, followed by his two goonies.

"Same goes for you, ferret!" she muttered, stepping past the 'reserved' Slytherin carriage. But Hermione definitely wasn't in luck today, as Malfoy heard her and grabbed her arm before she could escape.

"Let go of me," she told him calmly, trying to slip out of his grasp, but he only tightened his hold on her.

"What did you call me?" he asked her sharply from the doorway, anger flickering in his horrible gray eyes.

"You heard me," she told him simply, trying to stare him down.

Malfoy smirked right back at her. "You know, before insulting me, maybe you should take a look in the mirror, Granger!"

By now, the Slytherin carriage door was open and all the students inside were listening in to Malfoy's foul comments. "I mean, seriously Granger, when was the last time you used a hairbrush? Or do you simply blow up a firecracker in that bush on top of your head that you call hair?"

Hermione narrowed her eyes at him, but was too stunned to answer.

"And by the way, have you ever heard of the word 'makeup' or decent clothes? I'm sure Pansy here could give you some tips, as you clearly need them." He looked over his shoulder to his girlfriend who smirked back at him. "No way! The filthy Mudblood isn't going anywhere near my stuff!"

Several Slytherins laughed loudly at her comment and smirked cruelly at Hermione's flushed face. She had never felt so embarrassed in her life. Turning his head to face her again, Malfoy looked Hermione up and down and shook his head, scowling.

"My, my, my," he said more to himself than to her, contemplating her appearance and shaking his head. "Anyway, to sum up a long conversation -- and trust me, I could go on for hours - Granger, you look like trash! And no matter what you do, you'll always be trash! Now get out of my face!"

And with that he slammed his compartment door, leaving a very angry-looking Hermione on the other side. She looked away and suddenly noticed that other students, mainly third and fourth years, had also witnessed the scene and were trying hard not to laugh in her face. Feeling even worse, Hermione pushed past them and walked hurriedly down the corridor to her own compartment.

As she opened the door, she found Harry sitting by himself, staring out of the window. He turned to her when he heard her come in. "Hermione?"

The next thing she knew, she burst into tears.

"Oh bloody hell, not you as well!" Harry cried out, standing up to console her. Hearing his words, Hermione wailed even louder.

"Come on, come sit down," Harry said softly, setting her down on the seats. "Now tell me what's wrong."

"Who – who else has been crying?" Hermione finally managed to ask through her sobs.

"Ginny," Harry answered, sighing deeply. "She came through the door, barely said "Hi," before she burst into tears just like you. Ron's with her now trying to make her tell him what's wrong, but she hasn't said a thing yet."

Hermione rummaged through her pockets to find a tissue and blew her nose rather loudly. Harry looked at her with pitiful eyes and she burst into tears once more.

"Hermione, what's wrong?" he asked her more urgently. "Come on, you know you can tell me everything. Is it Malfoy again?"

She stopped sobbing abruptly, hearing the prick's name, and faced Harry with her sweetest smile. "No, it's not him. You know what, I'm okay, really. I guess I got really emotional about leaving Hogwarts, that's all. I'd really like to be alone actually, if you don't mind."

"Okay," Harry said reluctantly, not believing a single word she had said. "I suppose I should rescue Ginny from Ron's questioning, anyway."

He got up and left and as soon as he was gone, tears flooded down Hermione's cheeks as she thought about the Slytherin git. How dare Malfoy talk to her like that! How dare he say all those mean and horrible things to her face in front of all his Slytherin friends! She felt so hurt and humiliated, and a sick feeling was crawling up from the pit of her stomach. Her pride and dignity was at its lowest and she couldn't help but cry.

But it wasn't only the embarrassment that caused Hermione to cry so much, it was also the fact that the Slytherin creep was somewhat right! He was right about her appearance. She was far from looking like one of those models she had seen so many times in Lavender's fashion magazines; in fact she was far from looking like a decent girl.

Her hair was a mess, she never used anything on her face and her large clothes gave her a masculine figure. It was awful!

So, that's what she got! After all those years of hard studying and learning, this is the respect she got from others. Okay, so after all it was Malfoy who had insulted her looks, but she was sure that the other students secretly thought the same.

Hermione might be the brightest witch at Hogwarts, but she didn't have a boyfriend, hardly any friends and her social life generally sucked. Her teenage life was a mess and it wasn't like reading books all day was fun. No, this was really bad! Hermione was in fact quite miserable and now she deeply envied girls like Lavender and Parvati. Sure their grades weren't the best but at least they seemed happy with their lives and were always continuously surrounded by friends. Hours went by and Hermione's extreme thoughts once miserable and gloomy became angry and vengeful ones.

That jerk was going to pay! Malfoy was going to pay dearly for what he had said. He had walked all over her and treated her like crap – no, like shit! It was time to use the big words now because Hermione wouldn't let anyone talk to her like that anymore. She was going to change and make him pay. She didn't know how yet but next term, when they would all be back at Hogwarts again, she would find away. She had already been thinking of it all year but hadn't had the guts until now.

Enough was enough!

She had all summer to think about her revenge and change her physique. Oh yes, she was going to change. But not only her physical appearance, her attitude needed to change as well. No more pushover Hermione Granger, who helped everyone with homework and got nothing out of it, not even a thanks. No, now she was going to bare her own pair of fangs and frankly, she didn't care if in the end people called her a bitch.

As soon as the train ride was over and they were back in London again, Hermione quickly grabbed her belongings and strained her neck among the crowd of students to find her red-headed friend.

"Ginny!" Hermione yelled as soon as she got off the train. She ran towards the red-haired girl, not caring about those she pushed out of her way.

"Hermione? Are you okay?" she asked, surprised by her urgent voice.

"We need to talk. I need your help," Hermione stated quietly, looking out for Ron and Harry.

"Fine, what do you –"

"Not now," Hermione interjected. "Why don't you come over to my place tomorrow and we can have a chat. You can floo to my house now, they finally connected our chimney."

"That's great! I'll be there, I actually needed to talk to you too."

Hermione smiled back to her, said her goobyes to everyone and then left to meet up with her parents.

"Crap… crap… crap... Oh my God, I actually wore this!" Hermione exclaimed, holding up a red and navy blue striped sweatshirt with Father Christmas waving from his sledge on the front.

Ginny simply laughed at her from the bed. The two girls were sitting in Hermione's room as she rummaged through her wardrobe in search for decent clothes, which weren't babyish or tomboyish.

"Ginny, you have to help me. I have to change my look completely! This -" she said pointing to the clothes that she was wearing, "- is simply horrible!"

"Yes Hermione, we've already covered that point and I promised to help you. But how about you tell me why the need for a total change and why you were crying yesterday on the train," Ginny ordered, patting a seat next to her on the bed.

"Oh Ginny, it was so awful. I don't think I want to talk about it," Hermione said sulkily, sitting down on the bed. "Why don't you tell me why you were crying first?"

"All right," Ginny started, shifting nervously beside her. "But it's rather complicated."

She took a deep breath.

"You know how I've like Seamus for a while now, how we're constantly flirting around each other and we've pulled a couple of times."

Hermione nodded.

"Well the last night at Hogwarts, I stayed up late in the common room with him and then one thing lead to another and – well – we - er - we slept together."

"Oh my God, Ginny I don't believe it! I'm so happy for you," but then she quickly remembered that her friend had been crying. "Oh God, what happened? Was it that bad?"

"No, that's not it – it's just, it was all so nice and he was so sweet and -" She broke off as tears started rolling down her cheeks. Hermione put her arm around her and tried her best to comfort her.

"That night, it was 'Ginny this' and 'Ginny that' and how much he liked me and how pretty I was," Ginny continued to explain, taking the tissue that Hermione got for her. "I thought it was great that he was seeing me for who I was and actually liked me as much as I did but then, in the morning, as I left his dorm and stepped quietly down to the common room, I overheard his conversation with Dean."

She paused and looked at Hermione, a mixture of hurt and anger in her eyes. "He actually said to him and I'm directly quoting his words here; 'I just fucked Ron's little sister, you were right, she totally believed everything I said.'"

"Oh my God!" Hermione blurted out. "Ginny, I'm so sorry! Seamus, wow, what a dickhead, I don't believe it!"

Ginny looked even more miserable than ever but soon dismissed the whole thing with a wave of her hand and asked Hermione why she had been crying.

"Well, my story really isn't as bad in the end," she began, suddenly feeling really silly about the whole thing, but then told Ginny everything that had happened in the train and how she had had some sort of epiphany afterwards.

"Oh Hermione, you shouldn't let Malfoy get to you like this." Ginny told her seriously, no longer crying. "You look fine. Sure you could do with some new clothes and make-up but –"

"No! That bastard has to pay, and so will Seamus!" Hermione answered angrily, tearing back through her wardrobe.

The Weasley girl stared back at her surprised. Hermione had just sworn again, and Hermione never swore! However, Ginny thought her plan seemed like a good idea. The two gits had to pay for the pain they had caused and the girls would find a way to make them regret what they had done.

"You know," Ginny suddenly exclaimed, breaking out of her thoughts. "We can't just sit around and mope all summer about them, we need to forget about the whole thing, get rid of the pain, go somewhere where we can have fun and be careless and then when school starts again, then we can plan our revenge."

Hermione listened carefully to her and nodded her head. "You're right! We need to get out and have fun ourselves. We need a holiday – we could go to France, my cousins live in the South and they'd be delighted to have us and pick out clothes and make-up for me. They've always wanted to give me some sort of a makeover and now's the perfect time! Plus, they know everybody in town, all the famous clubs and trust me, the guys are drop dead gorgeous!"

Ginny caught on quickly with Hermione's excitement and grinned in return. If France was where they were headed for some fun, then to France they would go.

So what do you think? Drastic changes will definitely take place but Hermione won't be too out of character. She's always been a bookworm and serious student and that can't change so easily...

Hehe, I used to own the horrible jumper described at the end. I used to hate it so much!

Anyway, Chapter 2 will be up shortly! Review!