hey guys im reposting this story. and yer i hope you enjoy it and sorry but the characters will be a little OCC in this story especially Draco. anyway u've been warned so don't complain k.
DISCLAIMER: if i owned "harry potter", be rich and live in britan. none of these are true only dreams.
My Princess SECRET ADMIRERS
Hermione Granger had definitely matured over the summer. Her curve was more defined than ever and her hips looked like they were straight off of a model. She had done a bit of exercise over the summer and now her legs and arms were perfect with a slight look of athletic enjoyment.
As well as a better figure over the summer break with the help of her friend Claire Hermione had plucked her eyebrows to perfection, found a charm that permanently changed her matted, tangles mess of hair into delicate straight creamy brown locks of hair.
Hermione had never felt so girly in all her life…
Hermione looked at all her new clothes spread over her bed and the floor.
'How could I possibly fit them all into my trunk along with all my supplies too?' she thought to herself 'Well I had better try, otherwise Claire's going to kill me'. Then she laughed at the thought and remembered how over the holidays Claire had taught Hermione many things from make-up and clothing to guys…
Twenty minutes later Hermione had somehow managed to get all her clothes, books and supplies into her trunk with room to spare for a bit of make-up. Before going to head down to the kitchen to help with her mum dinner.
A/N a tradition that on the last night before Hermione goes back to Hogwarts her mum cooks her favourite selection of Chinese. Although Hermione's help was part of the arrangement
Before she could though, Hermione heard a scratch coming from her window. Without even registering what she was doing, Hermione walked over to her window and unlatched the clasp before letting the poor bird in along with a huge gust of hot musty air reminding her that it was a hot summer night…
'I wonder who would be sending me mail now? Harry and Ron said that they would see me at the station tomorrow…' Hermione thought as she went to open the letter.
Though before she could she heard her mobile ring tone the one for when she received a message.
A/N the magical world had developed this new technology although it is very like the a muggle mobile it wasn't
'Yesss…'she thought to herself 'he replied…'
As she danced over to her bedside table, where her phone lay. She dropped the unopened envelope as she picked up the phone, flopped onto her bed, and began to read the text message.
'I wonder what he's going to say now?' Hermione thought as she opened the message that was from her 'summer holiday' secret admirer, and began to read it…
They had been texting to each other all summer holiday.
Her secret admirer was caring and compassionate; he knew how to treat a lady like herself well.
Even though they had not met Hermione felt as if she had known him for her whole lifetime.
As she thought of what it would be like to meet the guy she pondered over her recent text message…
Hello Princess Girl!
Why does school have to begin tomorrow? Why can it not just stop and fade away? My father does not approve of my advanced use of this technology. But if it means I can talk to you then I do not care! When can we meet? Are you seeing someone already? Am I not good enough for you? I desperately want to meet you tell me a place and a time and I will be there if it kills me just for you! Loving you from afar as always! - - a rose for you my lady. Prince Boy
To Hermione it felt as if her heart yearned in pain as she wished the holidays had not come to and end as she wished she could meet him...
As she lay on her bed thinking of what to say a million thoughts began to fly in and out of her mind…
'Though I couldn't… what if Harry or Ron found out or even worse Malfoy, I would never live it down… it was better if he stayed anonymous… as he must be a muggle… then I definitely couldn't get attached to him… my heart split in two as I fought an unknown battle inside my head…but surely he can't be a muggle, if has one of these.'
Then Hermione sat up and dismissed all of those thoughts and sighed 'Why couldn't Claire be here?' she thought 'she would know just what to do'.
'That was probably why Claire had so many guys throwing themselves at her in desperate pleas of love…' Hermione thought remembering many times over the holidays when guys many both had never met before would ask Claire out, at least ten a day was normal…
Even though it was amusing to Hermione; Claire hated it when guys would act so sickly in love with her...
Claire would frequently ask Hermione as a joke, if she knew a spell that would turn all guys off her (for a while). Though every time she asked Hermione this all she would get was just laugh at her unfortunate luck and a shake of Hermione's head.
A/N Claire has known that Hermione is a witch ever since she began going to Hogwarts.
After Hermione realised that she had been laughing over Claire and the past summer break for the last five minutes she realised that mum would soon be getting a little grumpy that she had no appeared to help with dinner yet…
Quickly writing a reply to prince boy with a 'sweet dreams' and 'soon' Hermione rolled off the bed to go and head down stairs to help with dinner…
As she did, she rolled onto a lumpy object… it was the letter… she had completely forgotten about it… as she jumped of the bed and ran down the stair towards the kitchen she ripped open the envelope... before stopping dead in her tracks…