Disclaimer: No, unfortunately I do not own Harry Potter and the characters bummer. BUT I do own the plot, which gives me SOME credit right? RIGHT?

Author's Note: HEY EVERYONE READING THIS! Yes this is my first Fanfic so I would really appreciate it if you reviewed. It would really keep me going thank you! And please have mercy on me... no one likes flames! And yes I LOVE constructive criticism so feel free to help me out a bit thanks!

Chapter One- Changes

Hermione Granger pranced around her room deciding what clothes she should take for her seventh and final year of Hogwarts, which was going to begin tomorrow. She had previously received a letter from Hogwarts stating that she was going to be the Head Girl of the school and she was delighted although she was not surprised at all, for she was the smartest witch in her school. After some time of wondering who the Head Boy was going to be, she decided that tomorrow wasn't far away and she did like surprises so she took to packing once again.

(Written in Hermione's POV)

After taking a black spaghetti strap top and matching capris and neatly putting it into my trunk, (which by the way was charmed to hold more than it could physically hold, and feel as light as a feather at the same time. Smart huh?) I decided that I had packed enough stuff for the year then I reached in to make sure I had packed my books but knowing me, of course I had! But then I realized with much dismay that I had not done much reading during the summer due to the fact that I finally opened up and made some muggle friends and I had hardly been home the entire summer.

NO POV

She walked to her mirror and took in what she saw. She had developed a tan from all those days at the beach and she smiled at the memory. That wasn't the only way she had changed, she had grown a little taller (she was about 5'7) and her curves had nicely come into place and the baby blue spaghetti strap top and the matching skirt she was wearing clung to her curves outlining her beautiful figure. She had tamed her hair and it now was a honey-blonde colour with golden highlights which framed her beautiful face- she was a gorgeous sight.

"I wonder what Harry and Ron will say?" Hermione thought aloud. At the thought, a wave of depression came over her. She had not seen them all summer and didn't have much time to reply to their letters. As a result they were usually rushed and she didn't have the time to write what she really wanted to, and she couldn't even go to Diagon Alley with them as they had every year since the second year; she missed them greatly. Suddenly there was a knock at her door, which broke her gloomy train of thoughts.

"Come in," she said, her voice completely void of expression.

Her mother opened the door to her room

"Hermione dear, you're still awake? Have you forgotten that school begins tomorrow?"

"How could I have forgotten?" Hermione said in a tone that said 'I'm not that oblivious'

"Well then you better get to bed because you are waking up early tomorrow" her mother remarked in a matter-of-factly tone.

Hermione looked at the clock and nodded 9:06 p.m. "Goodnight mom,"

"Goodnight dear," Hermione's mom said lovingly and then left. Hermione then changed into pyjamas with cows all over them, which she found rather cute and she slipped into bed.

Sleep caught up with her almost instantaneously and she dreamt about finding out who the Head Boy was going to be. It was like a game show. As the curtain was about to open and the Head Boy was about to be revealed, she was awoken by a loud, annoying sound that proved to be her alarm clock. Sure enough it read 6:00 a.m.

"DAMN! I was sooo close to finding out who the Head Boy was going to be… oh well I guess I'm just going to have to wait" Hermione said as she turned off her alarm clock simultaneously. She then made her bed and went to shower. She used a vanilla flavoured body wash and a strawberry scented shampoo. After spending 20 minutes in the shower, Hermione finally came out and got dressed. She wore a beige Parasucco top that had cute breast pockets that perfectly outlined her voluptuous breasts and she wore tight dark blue jeans that framed her nice hips. She then applied mascara and she lightly applied some bronze eye shadow. She straightened her highlighted hair and then went downstairs for breakfast.

"Hermione, you look beautiful," her mother said lovingly when she saw her daughter.

"Thank you," Hermione said and started to eat the scrambled eggs that her mom had set out for her.

Before she knew it Hermione had found herself at Kings Cross and she had told her parents goodbye. She then started to look for the platform 9 and ¾. After a while she found it and plunged through the barrier and then found herself in very different environment than the one she had come from. There were families reluctantly saying goodbye to their children and the young witches and wizards who were boarding the trains were in feeling in contrast to their families- exited. The enormous, scarlet train majestically stood before her. She was admiring the beauty of the train, but then she was suddenly distracted by a catcall and she turned to see if it was meant for her or not. Sure enough the whistler had started to walk in her direction.

A/N Did you like it? Who do you think Hermione's admirer is? Hmmm… Yes, and if you have any ideas for me, feel free to let me know about them. If I use your ideas, I'll be sure to give you credit for them! Hehehe I'm sorry if I sound annoying… I'm in an excellent mood right now I don't know why… yes, yes people don't forget… REVIEW! I would really appreciate it!

*A note to those reading my story from the beginning: The style of writing that I used in the first few chapters (with the individual POV's), do not continue in the rest of my story. I realize that it not only gets annoying to write, but it gets annoying to read, so I changed up the style in the ones after them. However, I didn't want to go back and rewrite these chapters. So if the style of the first few chapters bother you, bear with me, it does get better =). And now you may read on!*