Updating stories is just not my thing especially ones that I started years ago before losing interest in. Anyway, I thought I'd start a new one, partly out of boredom and partly because I have a rough idea for a plot. Don't expect it to be predictable because it's not. I make up stories as I go along and even I don't know where it's going to end. Anyway, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, but the plot, but I REALLY wish I did.

So tell me now if this ain't love then how do we get out?

'Cause I don't know

That's when she said I don't hate you boy

I just want to save you while there's still something left to save

That's when I told her I love you girl

But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have, oh, oh

-"Savior" (Rise Against)

Hermione was drunk. And not in a cute, slightly slurring sort of way. No, this was more of a barely functioning, falling on the floor sort of way. It had started with a glass of wine with Ginny. After all, Hermione wasn't the type of girl to drink for fun, but she had just been made Head Girl and in her mind that warranted a glass of wine. Or two. Or six. Ginny had long since passed out beside her, curled up in a ball on the soft blue rug that lay on Ginny's bedroom floor.

They had gotten the Elf-made wine earlier, from Bill who had given it to them with a wink, probably thinking that it would sit unused in Hermione's trunk. Little did he know that the girl's had decided to make use of it that very night. Harry and Ron hadn't been invited, Hermione's reasoning being that she did not want them to gain blackmail information they could use against her and Ginny was feeling a little stifled by all of Harry's affection. So, they had snuck up into Ginny's room, secured the door and proceeded to have a few glasses of the very delectable wine.

Hermione glanced down at Ginny and prodded her gently with her foot. "Ginnneeeeeee. *giggle* gin gin gin ginieeee. *giggle* Wake up! Your'eeeeee ruininggg my berfday."

Ginny rolled over staring up at drunk Hermione with glazed eyes and giggled, "Hermineeee. It's not your berfday. It's…" She paused to count on her fingers before giving up in another fit of drunken giggles. "a long time awayyy."

"It is my berfday sooooon ginnnieee. And do YOU knowwww what I want?"

"Nooooooo."

"I want to be pretty."

"but Hermionieeeeee. You are pretty."

Hermione glowered down at her, her eyes becoming slightly cross-eyes in the process. "No I'm notttt. If I was Ron, would have noticed meee by now."

Ginny pulled herself into a sitting position, leaning against her bed so as not to topple over again.

"Ronzzzz clueless." She sighed, breathing heavily and causing her bangs to flutter by the sudden onslaught of breath provoking a new set of slurring giggles.

Hermione giggled at the sight before adopting her previous, slightly cross-eyed stare at Ginny. "Ginnnieee, I need youuu to help me."

"Okay Hermioneeee." Ginny's eyes began to droop over her reddened, slightly glazed eyes and after a few seconds had slumped back down on the rug and began to snore very loudly.

Hermione giggled at Ginny before lifting the bottle of wine and taking the last swig. "Tomorrowww I'll be pretty." She mumbled to herself as she glanced out the window at the moon and threw the bottle as far as she could. Hoping that the broken bottle would pave the way for some new beginnings.

….

Hermione awoke with a pounding head and two very confused boys standing over her. One through her slightly blurred vision appeared to have a glowing orange halo while the other one slightly resembled an all black pigmy puff. She blinked a few times, hoping that would fix her vision and clear the pounding in her head. As she blinked Harry and Ron slowly came into focus.

"Hermioneee." Ron whined, "we've been trying to wake you up forever, I'm starving."

Harry however, was studying her closely. "Hermione." He said slowly, "are you alright?"

She groaned and rolled over onto her stomach, pulling the pillow over her head. "Turn off the light." She mumbled.

Harry pulled the pillow off of her head, "the light's not on Hermione, that's the sun."

She pulled it back, "well, turn the sun off, I'm still sleeping."

From the floor beside the bed came another mumble, "Ron, Harry, if you guys don't get your arses out of here I'm going to perform the best bat bogey hex I have ever performed in my life."

Ron looked even more confused at that comment, but Harry's eyes were slowly starting to widen with dawning comprehension. He took in the chaotic state of the room before moving over to examine one of the glasses the girls had used the night before. He sniffed it and then burst out laughing, causing both girls to both moan and attempt to cover their ears in protest.

"You two are drunk." He laughed and Ron catching on joined in. Hermione however, was trying to figure out how many years she would get in Azkaban if she stabbed them in the groin with her wand tip.

"Hermione, why would you guys get drunk with out us?" Ron asked indignantly when he finally had paused to catch his breath.

"Because idiots we were having girl time. Now I'm going to ask you one more time to leave before I hex your balls off." Ginny said rising from the floor wrapped in the rug and looking like the living dead. This of course, far from getting the boys attention only caused them to erupt into another series of howling laughter before the two girls, growing frustrated raised their wands and caused the boys, still laughing to run from the room.

After the girls had showered and drank some hangover potion given to them by Mrs. Weasley who was wearing a very sympathetic look, they were starting to feel much better. They took their seats at the table between Bill and Charlie who were both digging into their food with a gusto.

"So girls," said Bill winking, "I heard you enjoyed the wine I gave you last night."

Both girls glared at him. "Listen William," said Ginny, "I don't want to hear the word wine for at least a week. No, maybe a month."

Bill opened his mouth to reply, but after catching a look from Ginny was forced to retreat with Charlie into the kitchen.

Hermione sighed, "Thanks Gin, I don't know how we're going to deal with the constant teasing. We should've invited the boys along, at least then they'd take some of the pressure off us."

Ginny shot Hermione a look, "Why Hermione, hoping to catch my brother unawares?"

Hermione blushed bright red, she had been hoping that Ginny had been too drunk to remember what she had said in a moment of weakness the night before. "Hush Ginny, keep your voice down, I don't want him hearing."

"Come on Hermione, you can't keep hiding how you feel from him forever and it's your seventh year. You have to tell him sometime."

"No I don't Ginny and anyway, he's never going to notice me."

"Yes he will. All you have to do is break out of that bookworm image that you have. Right now Harry and Ron just think of you as the smart one. They don't know that you can be the pretty one too."

"I don't know how to be pretty Ginny and it's so much work. I'm not going to have time to worry about how I look this year anyway. I have to take my N.E.W.T.S."

Ginny rolled her eyes before grabbing Hermione and marching her to the fireplace. "Don't worry Hermione, if the guy's is worth it, you'll find the time she said before pushing her into the fireplace with a pinch of floo powder.

In seconds, Hermione found herself in the Hog's Head with Ginny, who proceeded to grab her by the arms and frog march her out the back door to the entrance of Diagon Alley, from there she dragged Hermione to a part she had never seen before and for a good reason too.

Hermione glanced around her in awe and a little apprehension. She had face death eaters and various other horrors, but the thought of having to go into one of these brightly painting shops with moving mannequins in the windows was threatening to cause a nervous reaction.

Luckily she didn't have to make any decisions as Hermione felt herself being dragged into a bright blue store with a hideous yellow roof. To top it all off the minute she entered the room she was hit by a sea of pink and before she could process anything Ginny shoved her down in a chair and turned to the short wizard standing to her right.

"Fix her," was all the Ginny said to the wizard, but it was like a command as he took off with his scissors on Hermione's hair cutting here and trimming there, taming this and highlighting that. Finally, when he was done, he swung Hermione's chair to the mirror with a flourish as Hermione slowly opened her eyes, which she had kept, tightly closed for the full 30 minutes of this scarring experience.

She looked. Then looked again. Her hair was soft and not only soft it was nice. She paused and reached her hand up to touch it in disbelief. He hadn't done much to it and you could still tell it was her, but it fell in nice waves around her face framing it perfectly. He had given her some pale brown highlights to lighten everything up a little, but other than that she looked the same, but softer.

Ginny grinned and flashed the wizard a smile as Hermione gave him some galleons in payment before rushing Hermione into another store this one full of clothes. Their day continued like this ending with Ginny grabbing some make up from a witch's boutique before they flooed back together.

The minute they set foot in the Burrow, Ginny whisked Hermione upstairs before she could be seen by anyone. She then proceeded to spend the next couple hours dressing Hermione like a doll, while simultaneously throwing out tips on how she should dress in the future. This is what led to Hermione, dressed in a pair of dark skinny jeans and a tight red spaghetti strapped shirt, finished off with a pair of red heels, about to make her way downstairs to dinner. Feeling a little shell shocked she stood still as Ginny flew around her in a tornado of motion putting the finishing touches on Hermione's makeup. Finally, Ginny stood back.

"Perfect," she said happily, "Ron will finally notice you have tits." She glanced down at Hermione's breasts that were pushing against the top of her shirt.

Hermione glanced at herself in the mirror and blushed attempting to cover her cleavage with her hand. "Ginny, can't I get a sweater or something?" As much as she enjoyed her new look, she was feeling a little exposed, she hadn't been this revealed since the Yule Ball in her fourth year.

Ginny sighed, "No Hermione, you can't. Now let's go before you lose your nerve." And with that, Ginny pushed Hermione down the stairs and into the dining room where everyone was settling down to eat.

At first it seemed no one had noticed they arrived, that was until Ron, who caught sight of Hermione on the way to the table proceeded to drop the entire set of twelve plates he was carrying. Everyone paused to figure out where the noise had come from and their gazes settled on Hermione who looked as though she was trying to figure out whether fight or flight would be the best solution for this predicament.

Ron caught his breath just enough to say, "Blimey Hermione, when did you grow boobs?"

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Fini! I hope you all enjoyed it so far. If you have any ideas or if there is anything you would like to see happen let me know, I like trying to make your ideas work too!

Draco will be in the next chapter that is a promise.

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