Complications
Chapter One
Finding Old Friends
Disclaiming: I own no characters in this fic except Kurt, Jeremy, and Misty. .

Hermione looked around Platform 9 3/4 with slight irritation, trying to find her friends. Not seeing them she sighed and plopped down on the floor, wrapping her arms around her knees and letting out a soft, slightly annoyed, sigh.

I suppose you could say Hermione Granger changed a lot over the summer. Her once bushy brown hair was now chin length and had lost a bit of it's famous frizz. It was still too frizzy for her taste, though. She gotten a little taller, now almost 5'7", and her visiting American friends had dragged her out to get a makeover, practicing forcing her to streak blonde and dark copper through her poor hair. She wore a bit of makeup from time to time, though she usually just wore some lip gloss. She actually kind of liked the way she looked now, her hair not included, yet her looks.really didn't matter that much to her.

Her personality had changed almost as much as her looks. Once a bookworm, now an outgoing girl who liked to party once in awhile. Of course, she was still usually found curled up on a couch reading 'Hogwarts: A History' for about the millionth time. But most of the time she wouldn't pass up a party so she could read. Studying, though...that was another thing.

But the one thing that hadn't changed was her friendship with Harry and Ron. They were as tight as they'd ever been. She'd gone to the Burrow over the Summer to 'bond' some more with Harry and Ron. Not like that was possible. She ended up making friends with the youngest of the many Weasley's,

"Come on, you guys...where are you?" She murmured to herself, brushing a lock of her hair out of her eyes. She sighed, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny of Platform Nine and Three Quarters. "That's IT! I'm going to look for them!" She announced loudly, earning some strange looks from her fellow 6th years. She felt the heat rise to her cheeks as she lowered her gaze to the ground, getting up and looking around for her companions. A yell from across the platform brought her gaze up from the ground.

"HERMY, MY GIRL! IS THAT YOU?!" Hermione blinked rapidly and slowly turned around, only to grin happily and laugh. There, in front of her, was her old friend Misty. Why she was at Hogwarts, though, poor Hermione couldn't really figure out.

"MISTY!" Hermione all but squealed, running towards her friend and hugging her tightly. "How ARE you? I haven't seen you for, what, almost a year?" She asked, leaning back and studying her. Misty's long, silky black hair was sweep into a tight bun and her dark eyes were sparkling with amusement and happiness. Her bronze skin was practically glowing as Misty also studied her friend. Another yell broke up the tearful reunion, making Hermione's eyes light up with happiness. It also made her run towards the sound of the voice, who happened to belong to her good friend Harry Potter. She had almost reached him when she ran into a broad chest. She blushed a tiny bit and looked up at him. She smiled slightly at him when she finally recognized him, and the smug smirk playing his lips, her eyes widened.

"Watch where your going, Granger" Draco Malfoy sneered, roughly shoving her away from him. Hermione's shocked expression was replaced by an icy glare and also an annoyed scowl. Draco had also changed a lot over the summer. His looks, anyways. His icy cold personality had obviously stayed the same. He had shot up over the summer, and was now probably over six feet tall. His hair had gone from being greased back with gel, to having no gel in his hair at all. A piece of white blonde hair always seemed to be in his silver eyes. His shoulders were broader now (From training to be a Death Eater, perhaps? She didn't want to know) and his features were a lot more chiseled and also handsome. She felt herself blushing a bit as her eyes studied him. She was brought out of her trance by Misty and Harry's hands on her shoulder.

"Who is THAT?!" Misty whispered, gazing at Draco with a lovesick expression. "And WHY in the world haven't you told me about him, Herm?" She balled her hands into fists and put them on her hips, staring at Hermione accusingly. 'Oh great...' Hermione thought, rubbing the bridge of her nose and her temples. 'One of my best friends has a crush on one of...no, make that WORST, enemy' She could practically see the hearts in Misty's eyes as she gazed at Draco, and she was dangerously close to drooling! What a BLOODY wonderful year this was turning out to be...

'Whoa...wait a minute...blood hell! Is Malfoy really THAT...handsome?' She wondered, glancing at her friend with a disgusted expression. 'Misty doesn't usually drool over guys...okay, I REALLY won't wanna know what's up with her' She gave a slight shudder and started to roll her eyes. She then grabbed both Harry and Misty's hands, dragging them in the direction where she thought she saw a spot of flaming red hair, which could only belong to Ron or one of his siblings.
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YES! One chapter down! .
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No flames, please...this is only my second fic!
It's not like I'm an author or anything...
Or maybe I am ;) You never know!
Okay, I'm seriously not an author of any kind, obviously.
I'll try to make the next chapter a little long, okay? Okay. :-P