Hermione Granger stood on the platform waiting for Harry and Ron to come, Why are they always late
Chapter 1
Hermione Granger stood on the platform waiting for Harry and Ron to come, why are they always late? She complained to herself. It made her uncomfortable standing alone with all these people staring at her as they walked by. Hermione had never been one to be physically appealing to anyone for the last 16 years, but over the summer…weird things started to happen. Every day she would go to the mirror and find her face the same but her skin started getting clearer and her eyes were even a more dark chocolate than before. Her hair turned into a beautiful color of dark brown, her bushy hair slowly straightened to smooth curls. Her body started to form (although she always wore baggy clothes to hide it). Hermione had never been one to go by appearance. She hated how people treated her differently. They were nicer and more willing to talk to her than before. She was of course friendly in return but could not help noticing that they were only kind to her because she now looked…she had to admit gorgeous. She felt as if not only were her looks were changing but something inside her too.
Her parents had no idea what to tell her, nor did she blame them. They were not familiar with the wizarding world; Hermione only had an idea of what was going on. During the battle last year she had dueled a Death Eater. She did not know who the Death Eater was but Hermione was winning the fight. With each spell Hermione was growing stronger, the Death Eater knew that it would be the end for him soon, so with the Death Eater's final minutes growing tired he tried one last curse that Hermione did not recognize, "Morcadum Beaut-" but he could not finish. Hermione thought she was safe, as he could no longer say the ending of the spell as he fell to the ground, but the wand still shot a yellow spell right at her chest knocking her off her feet. She waited for pain, torture anything…but nothing happened. She looked down at her body…nothing had happened…or so she thought.
Hermione could think that the only explanation for this weird transformation of her body. She tried to find the curse that had hit her in millions of books but found nothing in the slightest that could fit her reactions to it-
"Hermione?" a familiar voice called in shock. She finally looked up from her daze to find a very tall red head with a boy staring at her with his mouth opened.
Honestly Ron not you too…
Mrs. Weasley slapped him on the shoulder, "You've always got your mouth open, it's not like you haven't seen her before" She said giving him a strict look, then turning to her with a big smile, "Hermione dear how good to see you!"
Hermione couldn't appreciate Mrs. Weasley more as she gave her a bear hug.
"Hermione!" a boy with dark messed up hair called to her, standing next to a younger red head girl. He was smiling more widely than she had ever seen him. She could not suppress a genuine smile. He deserved more than anyone to be happy…
He ran up to her and gave her a hug and pulled away slowly, "Have you died your hair?" he said curiously.
Hermione could not help but laugh; many people heard and looked to hear where the laughter was coming from, "No Harry I didn't" She said.
The whistle signaled that it was time to get on board.
"You lot better hurry up," Mr. Weasley said as they all had started picking up there things.
They boarded the train and waved goodbye to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley as it slowly started moving until we could no longer see them.
Hermione lead the way as they climbed through the crowded isle's to find a compartment.
Hermione had never felt so watched in her entire life; she now knew how Harry felt all those years. The looks from girls were a lot different then the boys, they would look at her almost as if she was something to compete with and Hermione did not get a good feeling about this (although she knew why they felt this way). When the boys on the other hand let her go first through the isle, giving her polite smiles.
Hermione walked quicker to get away from the crowd, speeding up a lot.
"Hermione wait up!" said Ginny trying to make her way through the crowd. Hermione had no choice but to wait for Gin and the others to catch up. She turned around to wait. As soon as she thought they were close enough she turned to keep walking, not looking where she was going, she smacked into someone.
The boy grabbed hold of her arm and waste not wanting to let her fall. She in clung to his arms tightly. She felt a wave go through her body, a wave of something she did not recognize.
"I'm sorry" Hermione said struggling to stand up. She looked up to see nothing but silver eyes staring back at her- Malfoy. Another wave swept through her.
He stood frozen for a moment letting his eye's sink into hers…but finally it seemed as though common sense came to him.
She blushed deeply as he helped her on her feet, pulling away from him. The waves that were going through her body instantly stopped.
That's when she noticed Zabini, Ron, Ginny and Harry standing next to them watching.
"Well…um thanks," she said slipping past him, trying to get away from the attention. She could feel Malfoy's piercing eyes cutting deep in her back.
"What did you do?" Ron said glaring at Malfoy.
Malfoy finally looked away from Grangers retreating figure to glare back, "I did nothing Weasley," and with that he left with Zabini.
"Hermione wait!" Ginny called. Hermione stopped and let Ginny catch up, careful where stepped this time, "You ok?"
"Ya I'm fine," Hermione lied, "Just surprised to see him here."
"Me too," She confessed, "I didn't think any Slyhterins would be back. Especially those two,"
The two stayed quite until Ron and Harry joined them.
"What was that?" Harry asked.
"He knocked into her on purpose, that's what!" Ron said for Hermione.
"No Ron," Hermione said, "It was quite the opposite, I just wasn't watching where I was going,"
"Neither was he," Ron said bitterly, but Hermione ignored this.
"I just want to have a good year, not many get the chance to come back if they miss a year" Hermione said, "Let's not let Malfoy spoil it, agreed?"
They all nodded as Harry thankfully brought up the subject of Quidditch to leave Hermione to her thoughts. As there voices bussed, she kept thinking about Malfoy. She noticed when she looked into his eyes…they were no longer the cruel harsh ones she had looked upon for the last 6 years. He gave no snide remarks to her when she ran into him, or called her a mudblood, surely he had recognized her. But he eyes looked almost like he was concerned and…something else, she couldn't pin point what it was.
Blaise walked fast to match Malfoy's long strides.
"What? no rude remarks to the Weasley?" he teased.
But Malfoy was in no mood to be teased, "I'm sick of acting like I'm still in first year, the weasel can act how he likes."
Blaise shrugged and stayed silent.
After a while Blaise said "I can't believe that was Granger…" The mention of her name made Malfoy's head lift fast.
"So you noticed too" Blaise stated smirking.
Malfoy didn't say anything. He just couldn't get her out of his head. The way her brown eyes locked with his so easily. How she clung on to him so trusting, he couldn't get that face out of his head, so badly he wanted to reach out and touch it.
"Malfoy, forget her." Said Blaise, "She's not worth it,"
For some reason Malfoy wanted to smack him on the face. He didn't but gave him a cold glare, "I'm not going for anything Blaise," He said, although he wasn't too sure of himself…
