Author's note and disclaimer: Hello. I am a very bored teenager trying to
write a decent fanfic. I have changed my name as in order that my friends
and family will not find out on how my innocent mind had been corrupted
(insane laugh). I am writing this in secret and I hope you enjoy even
though the plot isn't that original. Flames are very welcome.
I don't own Harry Potter and I'm not sure on the plot. Go ahead and read.
Sorry if ever there's wrong grammar. My bad. ENJOY.
"Hermione! Wake up! We'll be leaving for Hogwarts in an hour!" "I'm up already. No need to fret, mum." A dazed Hermione replied. "Oh, sorry sweetums. Its just that I don't want my jewel of a head girl being late on the first day of the last year of her school." Mrs. Granger gave her a peck on the cheek and left the girl's room. Though, oddly enough Mrs. Granger was correct. Hermione hopped out of bed and into the showers. After undressing, she turned the knob of the one that gave hot water. Her naked body relaxed in the soothing warm water as she contemplated. Time does fly so fast. It was only last year that Voldemort had been defeated by Harry. She shuddered as she thought of the scenario at that time. Chaos everywhere, even the muggle world she had lived in for so long was affected. She and her friends had barely come out alive after their contact with Voldemort himself. She could still remember his eerie face as he melted in his robes. Voldemort had discovered a new spell and of course, he tried to use Harry as his guinea pig. Though it had backfired after he had pointed his wand at Harry. Harry had been muttering a special counter-curse with all his thoughts, mind, concentration (a/n: I don't really know if I should put this.) and what more can I say, all his soul (???). Voldemort was ignorant of this and quickly cursed Harry. Then with a flash of red, Voldemort was screaming and melting before their very eyes. They never found out what happened to the new curse after all that. Peter Pettigrew was found dead in his current home, like most of the death eaters, he had committed suicide. A few were given pardon for they were spies for Dumbledore, like Snape for instance. Sirius Black was also given pardon and, to Harry's delight (and to Snape's disgust), is a free man at the present. Harry currently lives with him, together with Remus Lupin (which of whom will be teaching DADA in Hogwarts once again). Buckbeak was given back to Hagrid right after. Everything seemed to go so right at the moment. so peaceful, calm and relaxed. Harry Potter was not the boy who lived any longer but the boy who saved, giving him more publicity. He is apparently laying low right now and making no comment and giving as much credit as he can to those who had helped, especially Ron and Hermione. Both were awarded with medals (like Harry's) and given a good sum of money (a thousand galleons) each. Mr. Weasley was promoted to the Head of the Ministry and with Percy as his assistant after Cornelius Fudge had become retarded (and is now in St. Mungo's). Life couldn't get any better.
"Ow!" Hermione was snapped out her thoughts after stepping on her alarm clock, "Darn ruddy thing." She faced the mirror and looked at herself, fresh and squeaky clean, wrapped in a fluffy towel. She never got a chance to see Ron nor Harry this summer. They were to busy spending quality time with their families, not even in Diagon Alley. She sighed and looked at the bundle of letters she had received from them this summer, it was a way to show that they cared. Hermione smile and got dressed.
She looked at herself once more. 'Boy, are those two in for a surprise' she thought. She had changed through the years but this summer was when puberty had finally hit her. She grew to whopping six feet and her baby fat decided to go away, giving her curves to die for. Her pimples all cleared out this summer due to a soap her dermatologist gave her (her mother practically dragged her to that place). Her cousin who had visited from America shoved her to the best parlor in town for a perm, but instead her bushy hair had turned into soft, long layered curls. She was wearing an almost tight fit white baby tee and brown corduroy pants. She had definitely grew into her figure. Her breasts were curved right and full in their place and her butt was the same. Her pants were long enough to cover her ankles but showed her light gray Nike Cortez that had a sea green check on each side, a gift from her parents. She grinned and put on some lip gloss, she didn't see the need to put on any other kind of make up. She looked very flattering but decent enough not to look like a slut.
"Woah, someone's excited to go back to school." Her father said after Hermione gave him a quick peck and rushed out of the door. Inside the car, her mother started to talk, "Hermione, I'm so proud of you. In your sixth year, you were a prefect and now, your final year at Hogwarts, you are the Head Girl! I'm so happy to see that my daughter is growing up so fast and so well." "Um, well thanks for everything as well" Hermione replied as the car came to a halt at King's Cross Station. "Behave yourself and be a good girl, Hermione! I love you!" Mrs. Granger yelled out from the sleek dark green Honda Civic. Hermione plastered on a smile as she waved back and walked into the crowds. There, with her trolley end a very silent Crookshank, she leaned towards the barrier that led to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. She looked around hoping to see any sign of Harry or Ron. After a few minutes of looking around she hopped into the Hogwarts Express. At exactly twelve-noon, the train started to move. 'This is going to be a frustrating search' she surmised as she opened each compartment, looking for Ron and Harry. She reached the middle quarters and opened the first compartment. "Excuse me, have you seen Ron Weasley or Harry Potter anywhere?" she asked politely without looking inside. "Well, well. if it isn't Granger. You've taken away my free rights to call you a mudblood." She recognized that drawling voice, it was none other than.
"Malfoy" she hissed. "What have you done to yourself, Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked. "Why is it such a bother to you? Like what you see?" Hermione put on a scowl as Crabbe and Goyle stared at her with their jaws open, absent- mindedly drooling. 'Ew.' she thought. "Well, in truth, yes I do. Except for one little thing." the blonde answered as he pulled her towards him, his face only a few inches away from hers. His pale finger trailed down from her cheek to her chest and he pointed at the shiny object pinned to her shirt. "This." He poked it. "Your Head Girl badge looks almost like mine." He pulled his cloak out of his chest that revealed a black shirt and well toned muscles that Quidditch put into shape, then a Head Boy badge. "What! You're Head Boy? How'd you get the position?!" Hermione screeched. They parted and he spoke, "You screech like a banshee, Granger. Well, obviously the same way you got yours. Top student, best conduct, cunning charm-" "Alright, I get the idea. That's absurd! I can't work with you!" she groaned. "Well I can't work with you either. Much less, live with you." He said. "I'm going to have to live with you? That can't happen!" she was becoming impatient. "Don't tell me, you haven't noticed. The Head Boy and the Head Girl have always lived together. To think you're one of the top students in Hogwarts not to notice. Tsk, tsk. You're brain must be melting from over studying." Malfoy taunted her. "Let's stop on the insults for a second, Malfoy." She bit her lip and thought hard, "This can't happen! Augh! Well thanks a lot, Malfoy!" then with a huff she left the compartment and slammed it in his face. Draco Malfoy smirked his ever so famous smirk. It was because of Hermione that the discrimination between muggle-borns and purebloods had stopped. She was part of the Dream Team that helped in defeating the Dark Lord. After all that, the world never looked upon muggle- borns as dirty but as equal individuals as well. The term "mudblood" was rid off. Draco's father was killed by the Dark Lord for being a coward, Draco was happy about all this and now lives with his mother, in which both of them had inherited the Malfoy's fortune and the beatings that had haunted him for so long had finally come to an end. 'Maybe living with that muggle-born Granger won't be so bad, after all.' He thought.
Author's note: Hope you liked it as a start. I needed a background so I added all the Voldemort stuff. Please review. Flames are welcome! I want to see the result of my attempt in pairing up the two in my 2nd fic (the 1st fic didn't go as well as I thought, though it was more of the sequel to the 4th one, in another author name of course).
"Hermione! Wake up! We'll be leaving for Hogwarts in an hour!" "I'm up already. No need to fret, mum." A dazed Hermione replied. "Oh, sorry sweetums. Its just that I don't want my jewel of a head girl being late on the first day of the last year of her school." Mrs. Granger gave her a peck on the cheek and left the girl's room. Though, oddly enough Mrs. Granger was correct. Hermione hopped out of bed and into the showers. After undressing, she turned the knob of the one that gave hot water. Her naked body relaxed in the soothing warm water as she contemplated. Time does fly so fast. It was only last year that Voldemort had been defeated by Harry. She shuddered as she thought of the scenario at that time. Chaos everywhere, even the muggle world she had lived in for so long was affected. She and her friends had barely come out alive after their contact with Voldemort himself. She could still remember his eerie face as he melted in his robes. Voldemort had discovered a new spell and of course, he tried to use Harry as his guinea pig. Though it had backfired after he had pointed his wand at Harry. Harry had been muttering a special counter-curse with all his thoughts, mind, concentration (a/n: I don't really know if I should put this.) and what more can I say, all his soul (???). Voldemort was ignorant of this and quickly cursed Harry. Then with a flash of red, Voldemort was screaming and melting before their very eyes. They never found out what happened to the new curse after all that. Peter Pettigrew was found dead in his current home, like most of the death eaters, he had committed suicide. A few were given pardon for they were spies for Dumbledore, like Snape for instance. Sirius Black was also given pardon and, to Harry's delight (and to Snape's disgust), is a free man at the present. Harry currently lives with him, together with Remus Lupin (which of whom will be teaching DADA in Hogwarts once again). Buckbeak was given back to Hagrid right after. Everything seemed to go so right at the moment. so peaceful, calm and relaxed. Harry Potter was not the boy who lived any longer but the boy who saved, giving him more publicity. He is apparently laying low right now and making no comment and giving as much credit as he can to those who had helped, especially Ron and Hermione. Both were awarded with medals (like Harry's) and given a good sum of money (a thousand galleons) each. Mr. Weasley was promoted to the Head of the Ministry and with Percy as his assistant after Cornelius Fudge had become retarded (and is now in St. Mungo's). Life couldn't get any better.
"Ow!" Hermione was snapped out her thoughts after stepping on her alarm clock, "Darn ruddy thing." She faced the mirror and looked at herself, fresh and squeaky clean, wrapped in a fluffy towel. She never got a chance to see Ron nor Harry this summer. They were to busy spending quality time with their families, not even in Diagon Alley. She sighed and looked at the bundle of letters she had received from them this summer, it was a way to show that they cared. Hermione smile and got dressed.
She looked at herself once more. 'Boy, are those two in for a surprise' she thought. She had changed through the years but this summer was when puberty had finally hit her. She grew to whopping six feet and her baby fat decided to go away, giving her curves to die for. Her pimples all cleared out this summer due to a soap her dermatologist gave her (her mother practically dragged her to that place). Her cousin who had visited from America shoved her to the best parlor in town for a perm, but instead her bushy hair had turned into soft, long layered curls. She was wearing an almost tight fit white baby tee and brown corduroy pants. She had definitely grew into her figure. Her breasts were curved right and full in their place and her butt was the same. Her pants were long enough to cover her ankles but showed her light gray Nike Cortez that had a sea green check on each side, a gift from her parents. She grinned and put on some lip gloss, she didn't see the need to put on any other kind of make up. She looked very flattering but decent enough not to look like a slut.
"Woah, someone's excited to go back to school." Her father said after Hermione gave him a quick peck and rushed out of the door. Inside the car, her mother started to talk, "Hermione, I'm so proud of you. In your sixth year, you were a prefect and now, your final year at Hogwarts, you are the Head Girl! I'm so happy to see that my daughter is growing up so fast and so well." "Um, well thanks for everything as well" Hermione replied as the car came to a halt at King's Cross Station. "Behave yourself and be a good girl, Hermione! I love you!" Mrs. Granger yelled out from the sleek dark green Honda Civic. Hermione plastered on a smile as she waved back and walked into the crowds. There, with her trolley end a very silent Crookshank, she leaned towards the barrier that led to Platform Nine and Three Quarters. She looked around hoping to see any sign of Harry or Ron. After a few minutes of looking around she hopped into the Hogwarts Express. At exactly twelve-noon, the train started to move. 'This is going to be a frustrating search' she surmised as she opened each compartment, looking for Ron and Harry. She reached the middle quarters and opened the first compartment. "Excuse me, have you seen Ron Weasley or Harry Potter anywhere?" she asked politely without looking inside. "Well, well. if it isn't Granger. You've taken away my free rights to call you a mudblood." She recognized that drawling voice, it was none other than.
"Malfoy" she hissed. "What have you done to yourself, Granger?" Draco Malfoy asked. "Why is it such a bother to you? Like what you see?" Hermione put on a scowl as Crabbe and Goyle stared at her with their jaws open, absent- mindedly drooling. 'Ew.' she thought. "Well, in truth, yes I do. Except for one little thing." the blonde answered as he pulled her towards him, his face only a few inches away from hers. His pale finger trailed down from her cheek to her chest and he pointed at the shiny object pinned to her shirt. "This." He poked it. "Your Head Girl badge looks almost like mine." He pulled his cloak out of his chest that revealed a black shirt and well toned muscles that Quidditch put into shape, then a Head Boy badge. "What! You're Head Boy? How'd you get the position?!" Hermione screeched. They parted and he spoke, "You screech like a banshee, Granger. Well, obviously the same way you got yours. Top student, best conduct, cunning charm-" "Alright, I get the idea. That's absurd! I can't work with you!" she groaned. "Well I can't work with you either. Much less, live with you." He said. "I'm going to have to live with you? That can't happen!" she was becoming impatient. "Don't tell me, you haven't noticed. The Head Boy and the Head Girl have always lived together. To think you're one of the top students in Hogwarts not to notice. Tsk, tsk. You're brain must be melting from over studying." Malfoy taunted her. "Let's stop on the insults for a second, Malfoy." She bit her lip and thought hard, "This can't happen! Augh! Well thanks a lot, Malfoy!" then with a huff she left the compartment and slammed it in his face. Draco Malfoy smirked his ever so famous smirk. It was because of Hermione that the discrimination between muggle-borns and purebloods had stopped. She was part of the Dream Team that helped in defeating the Dark Lord. After all that, the world never looked upon muggle- borns as dirty but as equal individuals as well. The term "mudblood" was rid off. Draco's father was killed by the Dark Lord for being a coward, Draco was happy about all this and now lives with his mother, in which both of them had inherited the Malfoy's fortune and the beatings that had haunted him for so long had finally come to an end. 'Maybe living with that muggle-born Granger won't be so bad, after all.' He thought.
Author's note: Hope you liked it as a start. I needed a background so I added all the Voldemort stuff. Please review. Flames are welcome! I want to see the result of my attempt in pairing up the two in my 2nd fic (the 1st fic didn't go as well as I thought, though it was more of the sequel to the 4th one, in another author name of course).
