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"HERMIONE GRANGER! YOU GET UP THIS SECOND!"

Hermione groaned when she heard her mothers voice. She yawned, rolling over to sit up. "I'm awake!"- she yelled, stretching. She slowly placed both feet on the ground and hissed when they touched the cold tile. "Merlin, doesn't anybody in this house know how to use a heater.."- she mumbled to herself as she walked over to her dresser and started to fumble through it looking for something to wear. Quickly she looked up at her clock and noticed that it was 6:30. 'Good that gives me plenty of time to get ready.' She thought as she finally found the outfit that she wanted.

After turning the water off Hermione stepped out of the shower, wrapping herself in a towel. She rubbed the mirror to clear off the steam and looked at her reflection. Her chocolate brown eyes stood out against her tan skin and dark, wet hair. She smiled slightly at her reflection. Her changes would make Ron and Harry noticed that she was a girl and not one of the guys. She hated that about them, the never took it into consideration that she was a girl and some of the stuff that they wanted to do didn't faze her at all. Taking one last look at her reflection Hermione walked into her bed room and locked her door before started to get dressed. Moments later she walked back into her bathroom and smiled. She had chosen to wear a black mini skirt and a hot pink tank top that buttoned up. She left some of the top buttons undone, and a few of the bottom ones as well. After straightening her hair she applied eyeliner, eye shadow, and clear lip gloss. With one last look in the mirror she slid on her flip flops and grabbed her luggage.

The ride to the train station with her parents was pretty awkward. She had found out three things over the summer.
1.)Her 'dad' wasn't really her father.
2.)She's really a pureblood, though her mom refused to tell her who her real father is.
3.) She had become Head Girl.
Hermione constantly wondered whom her real dad was. What if she was related to one of her good friends? Or one of the jerks at Hogwarts? She didn't know, but what she did know, was that now she didn't have to listen to people calling her a mudblood all the time.

When they finally arrived at the train station Hermione said her good byes quickly. She just wanted to get away from them and find her friends so they could sit down and all talk about their summers, which is what they always did. She wondered if one of them had become Head Boy. Hoping that maybe Harry did. Or maybe even Ron, even though he could be quite the git sometimes. Pulling her luggage behind her, Hermione boarded the scarlet train that leads to Hogwarts on Platform 9 ¾.

Looking around she wondered what on earth were some of the boys staring at, it took her a moment to realize they were staring at her, she took her lower lip into her mouth and bit it slightly.

"Merlin look at Granger"