AN: So the characters will be a tad bit on the OC side at first. But don't worry they'll should be back to normal soon. PS this is my first story so if its crap. I'm sorry.

Disclamier—This is gonna be a blanket disclaimer. Cuz I hate having to skip over them when I read fan fics. Don't own or I wouldn't be using this site. :D

"Hermione Jean Granger, if you don't get your ass down the stairs by the time I count to five, I'm up coming up there and dragging you down by that mess you call hair!"

Hermione chuckled at that and leaned from her chair at her vanity to yell from her door, "At least my 'mess I call hair' is mine!"

"How many times do I have to tell you? Hair extensions are very popular in the American muggle world."

"Oh I know they are, I just know it bugs you when talk about your fake hair."

"It's NOT fake! Well just the three inches at the bottom."

"Aydin," Hermione began finally appearing from her bedroom, "I've known you longer than anybody so I know when you lie to me…but hey it doesn't matter it fits well and looks very real!" She added seeing that her friend was visibly becoming upset at her words.

"Really…?" Aydin asked feigning depression.

"Of course it is." Hermione smiled.

"Great. Now let's go, I didn't spend all night getting gorgeous just to waste it on your mom and dad. No offense mommy and daddy Granger." Hermione parents just laughed at shook their heads at the girl. They were used to Aydin's eccentric nature after almost 15 years of her making their home her second home.

"So how long will you girls be gone again," Mr. Granger inquired.

"Well-," Hermione began.

"As long as it takes," Aydin finished with a smile at her friend.

"Till what takes," Mrs. Granger replied with a confused look, "you girls never told us what you were doing for your indefinite amount of time."

"Well-," Hermione began.

"We made a-,"

"Aydin hush, my story, Mother we made a bucket list a few summers ago and with the war consuming this last couple years of my life, Aydin and I decided to actually set out and accomplish it."

"Oh to be young and spontaneous again…," Mrs. Granger trailed off as if in the middle of a flashback.

Hermione and Aydin shared a look.

"Ok, well it was nice to see you guys again but Hermione and I must be going if we want to get this list done in sometime in the for-seeable future. Love you guys! Bye-bye!" With one last wave and smile, Aydin was out the door. Hermione hugged each parent and followed suit.

Hermione joined her friend in the car and actually got a good look at the best friend she hadn't seen in 2 and half years. Aydin was a mixed race child (African, Scottish, Irish, Hungarian, German, Egyptian, French, Jamaican, and Panamanian), and got very offended when she was ignorantly put in a category that didn't describe her fully. When she was a child her hair was as crazy, bushy, and frizzy as Hermione's, only a lot shorter. She would often joke and call it a raven's nest since her hair was a deep black. Now that it's had time to grow, it now reached her shoulder blades and had turned to soft curls with the help of what she called Jo the hair miracle worker. In short the gawky, crazy haired girl had turned into a 22 year old stunning woman. Even more stunning since the lavender halter dress she was wearing complimented her tan skin and brought out the honey-ness of her hazel eyes. Hermione found herself comparing herself to Aydin. Did she change as much as her friend? At least did she change for the better? Hermione thought so. A lot had changed in the 11 years since she was eleven. She wasn't skinny by any means, but hey she wasn't fat. She was just normal. Her hair had its bad days, but at least it was calmer. Today was a good day Hermione thought, Aydin's back from America and hopefully she'll be able to live here again. And I can still fit the dress I wore to Aydin's summer bash from five years ago. Success. "So what is first on our list to conquer?" Hermione asked leaving her thoughts of her peach dress.

"Hermione my darling girl I thought it was obvious. # 15. We gonna go clubbing!" Aydin cheered and blasted the stereo.

Hermione turned it down. "Dude, I thought we were going to do the crazy road trip stuff first."

"That is second. I need to get my party on. I was on a plane all half the day yesterday and slept the rest of it. I got cabin fever!"

"I'm sure you are fine"

"Hermione, don't be a buzz-kill. I could very well die tonight. So I need the experience of clubbing with you so I can die happy."

"We totally partied together before!"

"Yes but that was not in front of other people and seven years ago."

"….Fine. Let's go. But first let's drop our crap off at the hotel."

"Happy-joy! Let's roll." Aydin hooked her iPod to the radio and blasted her "Hype" playlist. Hermione rolled her eyes as Ke$ha's Tik Tok came out through the speakers and Aydin started singing along to it. Well at least Aydin is a damn good singer or else I would have to strangle her. Hermione thought and soon joined in since her friend's spazzy-ness was quite contagious.

"Just feel the music Hermione. We both know you have more fun when you do."

Hermione just smiled and walked past her friend and onto the dance floor and began losing her typical mothering nature and instead taking a leaf out of Aydin's book. Aydin looked shocked for a moment and joined her friend rocking out to Teenage Dream.

"Well I guess my advice was unnecessary."

"Guess so," Hermione smirked.

After a while of dancing the girls sat down with some drinks. The song was changing and a flash of something caught Hermione's eye. It was a flash of platinum blonde hair. Hermione searched for it again and quickly found it and the head it was attached to.

"Oh you have got to be kidding me."

"What?"

"Seriously, here of all places."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Do you think God hates me? He must because seriously a muggle club? Like what the bloody hell. I mean SERIOUSLY?"

"Hermione…WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?"

"Oh, sorry Aydin, ok so remember me telling you about that complete git Draco Malfoy who picked on me and called me names at Hogwarts?"

Aydin laughed, "Oh you Brits and your slang, it still cracks me up, oh sorry yeah I do. So?"

"So, that arsehole is here. At a MUGGLE club. In MUGGLE London."

"Where is he?"

Hermione saw him with Blaise Zabini at thankfully a safe distance. Where she could see them but they couldn't see her.

"Over there by that black Italian guy. Malfoy has the platinum blonde hair and Zabini is the Italian"

Aydin spotted them, and almost spilled her drink all over herself.

"Them? By the DJ?"

"Yeah."

"Oh my God, you are the biggest effing whiner in the whole world. If I had guys that looked like THAT pick on me I'd take it. Then take them to the closest closet and not let them leave until I am satisfied."

"Pick a side, right now pick a side."

"Theirs.100 percent."

"Wow that's 15 years of loyalty and support for ya. You don't even know them. Sure Zabini is attractive but Malfoy is just tolerable physically speaking."

"Seriously? You so totally are in love with the guy. Every time you'd talk about him you'd speak very passionately. Don't scoff at me. I'm sure you guys have chemistry. Plus anyone with eyes and a brain can see he is drop dead gorgeous. You have both. You are just in denial and I shall prove it." With that she left the table.

"Aydin where are you going? Aydin?" But Hermione's cries fell on well no ears because she was all alone. In a shady part of the club…alone. At least I got my wand on me. Instantly, Hermione was comforted and continued sipping her drink and eyeing her friend.

"Hiya," Aydin gave a flirtatious wink at Draco and Blaise.

"Hi back at ya," Blaise replied smoothly. Draco just gave a wink back.

"So what brings you guys to this club? I get the feeling you guys don't typically do the whole club scene." Aydin innocently asked.

"It was time for a change of scenery," Draco replied with a smirk.

Hermione was right. His smirk is pretty legit. Aydin laughed, "Very witty. So you guys seem like entertaining guys, so how'd you like to hang out with me and my friend?"

"Is she as pretty as you are?" Blaise asked. Oh this one is a charmer. Aydin thought.

"Haven't you ever heard the saying that pretty girls travel in packs? Of course she is." Aydin smiled. I wonder how this will play out. Hopefully I get to cross #74 tonight as well. Aydin turned a left not once bother to look behind to see if they were following, she knew they were.

"Hey Hermione, I just met these pretty cool guys. What were your names again?" Aydin turned and looked at the boys with a big knowing smirk plastered around her face. Oh yes she thought. This will be good.

AN: That was the first chapter. I will try to update as soon as I can. I don't know how long this will be. I hope you enjoyed it! Please review! :)

Question...should I keep this perspective or switch em up?