Chapter 1: Changes

Hermione's chocolate brown eyes pooled and flickered beneath her thick curly lashes as she desperately attempted to scan the blur of muggles, witches and wizards outside in the wild wind and rain. A small shudder passed through her body at the thought of being exposed to such forces, especially the rain. For as long as Hermione could remember she had hated the rain but now more so than ever because although rain had never posed any imminent danger to her it did mean one thing for sure. Uncontrollable frizz!

Hermione's battles with her own hair had commenced at the beginning of her second year at Hogwarts. She had found out that her DADA (Defence Against the Dark Arts) teacher would be none other than the 'wizard hero' Gilderoy Lockhart. In Hermione's mind he was her first real crush. Hermione grimaced at the thought. Not only had Lockhart turned out to be a total coward (and a wanker) but he was also a fraud, he had tricked all of the real hero's and stolen their stories. Although this was her reasoning for beginning her use of Sleakeazys Smoothing Potion by the time Hermione and her friends had figured out Lockhart's scheme she had grown accustomed to using this potion daily and so continued using it.

Between her second and fourth years there had been very little change in Hermione besides her height. That was until the Yule Ball. Hermione had been so flattered to be asked in no time to attend with a young man from Durmstrang, Durmstrang's champion no less, Viktor Krum. For hours before the Ball Hermione and her friend Ginny had been preparing, smoothing Hermione's hair and making her look amazing, and she felt it, she really did. On the night of the Yule Ball everyone had been amazed by Hermione's transformation. Merlin! Even Malfoy's jaw had dropped at the sight of the beautiful new Hermione not that he would admit to it. After the Yule Ball she continued dating Viktor, much to the dismay of Hermione's redhead friend Ronald. Ron had always liked Hermione from the moment she entered the carriage on their way to Hogwarts in first year. Hermione had known but she had never felt the same for him, he was like her brother. Hermione had been heartbroken when she had caught Viktor cheating on her with a girl from Beauxbatons.

This summer Hermione had spent half moping over Viktor's leaving her and half being cheered up and given a makeover by her friend Ginny. Now that the war was over there was a great weight lifted from everyone's shoulders and with Voldemort gone she, Harry and Ron could finally move on without having to be looking over their shoulders in anticipation of danger approaching. Not only did this help her move on but she changed within. Her soul felt rested, her emotions in key with her body. Merlin! She felt like Professor Trelawney the way she was rambling on!

So many unusual things had happened during the war. Malfoy had turned spy for DA (Dumbledore's Army) and the Order and thus proving where his loyalties really lay and finally gaining some respect for doing the right thing in the end and making his own decisions instead of living in his fathers shadow. Neville had had a moment of true Gryffindor bravery and had killed a horcrux, a snake named Nagini, with the sword of Gryffindor.

By now Hermione had been reliving everything in her head for around 10 minutes and her parents had been in an important phone-call with regards to their yearlong stay in Australia to start tomorrow. They had grown rather fond of the place where they had resided all of the prior year while the war was going on.

It was now 10:45am and Hermione knew full well that the train would leave at 11am so she gathered her things and leaned over to her mother and father kissing each of them on the cheek as she whispered her goodbyes. As she stepped out of the warm car she thrust her hood over her long cascading ringlets and headed into the station. Finally undercover she gently tugged her hood down and her hair slipped straight back into its original position and when she was satisfied that it looked okay she gathered her bearings and headed towards platforms nine and ten. While walking Hermione decided to go over her check-list in her head:

Train Ticket; check!

Trunk; check!

Book Bag; check!

Spare Tie; check!

Equipment Letter; check!

As Hermione came to the last item on her list she beamed a smile down towards her tie with pride.

Head Girl Badge; check!

The wall between platforms nine and ten was now visible and she devised a plan. It had been made a precaution in case muggles saw witches and wizards passing through the barrier, that they would have to pass through it subtly. Hermione chose to lean against the wall looking at her watch as if she was waiting on someone. She then silently sipped through the barrier.

Seeing her friends she felt completely overjoyed and as they all turned around each one of their jaws hit the floor. They saw their friend, the rambling, know-it-all, bookworm, in a new light. A fiery redhead stood beside the boys grinning had spruced up her normally bland uniform. Hermione had swapped her knee length skirt and grey socks with a mid-thigh skirt and white over-the-knee socks with scarlet and gold bows. Her once baggy neck height button up shirt had become a tight fitted button up with a V-neck. It was low cut and showed ample cleavage (this had been Ginny's idea). She accessorized with a dainty gold necklace with a ruby on the bottom, this, which also brought attention to her décolletage, paired with ruby stud earrings and a few red bracelets layered on her right arm. Her hair had been highlighted over the summer and was now the colour of warmed honey, it flowed in loose waves down to the small of her back.

Hermione felt herself flush, redness creeping up her neck. "Stop gawking boys, its just me, 'Mione?"

The boys looked at each other and promptly to a proud Ginny. "This was your doing eh Gin?" Harry suggested with a subtle wink. Ginny simply raised an inconspicuous eyebrow and winked straight back. They all walked together towards the Hogwarts Express and found an empty carriage.

After they got settled Hermione removed her long black robes causing the boys to falter once again because now you could really see her curves under her fitted blouse.

'She looks so bloody… sexy!' thought Ron, 'Why the hell did she hide that under those big baggy robes for so long?' If anything that had made Ron fall more for Hermione, he now knew she had to be his. During all of this Hermione was totally oblivious and had already pulled Hogwarts: A History onto her lap and began to read. No more than 10 minutes of peace had passed when their friend and Gryffindor housemate popped into the carriage. He stayed silent for the first minute, as he couldn't believe his eyes. When he finally spoke up all that came out was: "H-Holy Leaping Leprechauns 'Mione… when d-did you get so- so hot?"

"I'm sure I do not know what you are referring to Seamus, same old me?" Hermione pointed to her book as evidence.

"It's just your…" he stammered staring at her chest, "and your…" he gestured her tiny waist and curvaceous hips.

"Get off it Seamus." Ron spat, "Bloody Hell just go away!"

Seamus shook his head in disbelief before leaving the carriage and stealing a few last glances.

The train ride was coming to a close and Draco Malfoy was going to the meeting for the Head Boy and Girl. He had been made Head Boy much to his own surprise and had been informed that Hermione was Head Girl. She didn't yet know he was Head Boy but terms between them had been quite platonic since the war so Draco didn't worry about her re-action. He had been told to collect Hermione on his way to the meeting so her searched silently for her carriage knowing she would be with pothead and the weasel. Harry and Draco weren't exactly on speaking terms but they weren't at each other's throats like before and as for the weasel let's just say things had only gotten worse. Their family hate had been pushed aside but they still despised each other. He was almost at the end of the train when he passed her carriage. As he glanced in he gasped aloud and gawked in amazement. He saw Hermione and his mind filled with questions and thoughts.

'When did Granger become so damn hot? When had she developed curves? What had happened over the summer?' He let himself drink in every inch of her appearance from her cascading ringlets, her cute freckly nose all the way down to her legs. 'She's got some legs on her!' he thought 'Oh Merlin look at her chest, when did the little bookworm develop such beautiful boobs?' Wait had he just used the word beautiful, no he couldn't have, that word suggested actual feelings, which was something he had never had for any girl! While he was thinking she had turned her back to him and reached up to the shelves, her derriere in the air. 'Wow!' If he didn't know any better he would believe it was someone dressed up in a Granger suit.'

Hermione turned and flashed Draco a smirk and rolled her eyes at Ron whose face had gone red and filled with rage at the sight of his mortal enemy eyeing up his Hermione. Hermione headed towards the door to leave and Ron had pulled her into a tight hug. Dazed Hermione just patted his back and pulled away. Ha-ha! Draco knew better than anyone that was a friend zoned hug! As Draco opened the door for Hermione to leave he nodded in acknowledgement at Harry who nodded back. Ron had enough, "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing Malfoy?" Draco's eyes filled with emotion, it was anger, and how dare the blood traitor speak to him like that? Well, I suppose he couldn't really say blood traitor because along with his father his feelings of blood prejudice had gone away, far, far away! "In case you hadn't noticed I'm the head boy?" he said in an as-a-matter-of-fact tone. "Just bugger off Malfoy!" Draco grew frustrated but decided to have some fun with it. "I'm just here to escort our lovely Head Girl to our meeting." Hermione was puzzled; Malfoy had called her 'lovely'. She brushed it off and pulled him out of the carriage.

She began a civilized conversation with him. "So Malfoy how was your summer?" He had just nodded and smiled too struck and taken aback by her sudden beau- hotness he corrected himself. As she was talking he noticed something he never thought he would see. It was so courageous… so out of character that it didn't seem real. He had caught a glimpse of her bra. Hermione Granger was sporting an emerald green, lacy bra with a silver bow in the middle. Draco had to bite his knuckle to stop himself from audibly gasping at this sight. 'So the prude Gryffindor princess is no more?' he thought, 'this year shall be fun!'

A/N:

This is my first ever fic so please review! The next chapter will be up either tonight or tomorrow morning depending on the amount of time i get on the computer!

Thanks,

Megan:)