Disclaimer: As you can tell, I am not J.K. Rowling and therefore do not
have the honor of owning any characters in this story. Hopefully, you can
forgive this and enjoy anyways.
This story is rated R for implied sexual situations, and graphic,
descriptive sexual scenes (including rape).
For as long as Harry could remember, Hermione Granger had been by his side. He smiled as he recalled her bushy, brown hair, overly large teeth, and warm eyes. Harry remembered the last time he had seen her, kissing him on the cheek before he departed with the Dursley's. Unconsciously, Harry put a hand to that cheek, recalling how soft her lips were. Over the summer, Harry had begun to realize that he was in love with his best friend, Hermione. Unfortunately, he and Ron (who was currently dating Hannah Abbot) had been unable to contact her, as she had been in Paris for most of summer break. "Harry, are you there mate? We're at the train station! Don't you want to see Hermione?" Ron Weasley wiggled his eyebrows at the last word, and was rewarded with a punch in the face from Harry. No sooner had Harry passed between the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, when he heard a voice shouting, "HARRY! RON!" Heart thumping, Harry turned around just in time to see a blur crash into him and send the two sailing to the ground. When the stars had cleared, Harry nearly passed out again- he was looking directly into the cinnamon eyes of one Hermione Granger. But this was a VERY different Hermione Granger, Harry noted. As they stood up, Harry stared at Hermione, without realizing how obvious it was. Hermione had grown over the summer making her body slender, with long legs, and petite, but round breasts. Her brown, bushy hair was now honey-colored with highlights, and the frizziness had turned into soft, bouncy curls. Smiling, Harry noticed her teeth had shrunken and were dazzlingly white. (AN: So big deal, Hermione's hot- what story doesn't use that?) "Harry! I have missed you so much!" Hermione squealed. "Uh...me too, Hermione..." Harry could barely form coherent words, let alone convey his happiness at seeing her. After an awkward silence, Hermione suggested they find a compartment, to which Harry agreed gratefully. On the train, Harry learned he wasn't the only one who liked the new Hermione; Dean, Seamus, Neville, Parvati, Ron, Hannah, Ernie and Ginny all were speechless for the first minute. Hermione seemed to like the attention, but was more intent upon finding an empty compartment. "Harry, could I ask you something quick?" Ginny inquired. "Yea, sure Gin, Hermione you go on ahead, I will catch up to you?" With a smile that made his heart melt, Hermione set off down the train. "So...?" Ginny smiled knowingly. "Yes?" Harry snapped, his tone more sharp. Ginny did not seem in the least taken aback, and sauntered up to him. She placed her hand on his arm and looked up at him a devilish look in her eyes, "Harry, I was wondering if you ever thought about what it would be like to...be with me." Upon saying these last few words, Ginny reached her hand down Harry's pants and attempted to grab him. Harry, however, removed her hand, and gave her a look of disgust. "Ginny, for the last time, no. And, yes, I would still say that if you weren't Ron's sister," Harry added quickly. He then stalked out, without even looking back at the younger girl's face. (AN: Ginny is a slut, if you can't tell. She is after pretty much everyone who isn't part of her family. Don't worry, there will be a point to this later on.) Harry ran the rest of the way to the compartment. As he ran past one of the very last ones, something caught his eye. Turning around, he looked in the door. Harry had to pinch himself to make sure he was really seeing what he was seeing: It was Draco Malfoy and Hermione engaged in a passionate liplock. Not knowing what to do, Harry opened the door and walked in. The couple did not seem to hear him, so he strode over and tapped Malfoy on the shoulder. As Malfoy turned around, Harry punched him (AN: Harry likes to punch a lot, doesn't he?) and then cast Petrificus Totalus on him, so that he could not move. He turned towards Hermione, and stared into her eyes, "Explain...Now," was all that Harry could manage. He hoped that Hermione had a good explanation, because if Malfoy had the love of his life, he might kill him. Taking a deep breath, Hermione whispered "Harry..."
Well, that's all until next chapter- it's late. Any suggestions? Put them on the review board. You will get your name in the story (possibly even as a character!).
For as long as Harry could remember, Hermione Granger had been by his side. He smiled as he recalled her bushy, brown hair, overly large teeth, and warm eyes. Harry remembered the last time he had seen her, kissing him on the cheek before he departed with the Dursley's. Unconsciously, Harry put a hand to that cheek, recalling how soft her lips were. Over the summer, Harry had begun to realize that he was in love with his best friend, Hermione. Unfortunately, he and Ron (who was currently dating Hannah Abbot) had been unable to contact her, as she had been in Paris for most of summer break. "Harry, are you there mate? We're at the train station! Don't you want to see Hermione?" Ron Weasley wiggled his eyebrows at the last word, and was rewarded with a punch in the face from Harry. No sooner had Harry passed between the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, when he heard a voice shouting, "HARRY! RON!" Heart thumping, Harry turned around just in time to see a blur crash into him and send the two sailing to the ground. When the stars had cleared, Harry nearly passed out again- he was looking directly into the cinnamon eyes of one Hermione Granger. But this was a VERY different Hermione Granger, Harry noted. As they stood up, Harry stared at Hermione, without realizing how obvious it was. Hermione had grown over the summer making her body slender, with long legs, and petite, but round breasts. Her brown, bushy hair was now honey-colored with highlights, and the frizziness had turned into soft, bouncy curls. Smiling, Harry noticed her teeth had shrunken and were dazzlingly white. (AN: So big deal, Hermione's hot- what story doesn't use that?) "Harry! I have missed you so much!" Hermione squealed. "Uh...me too, Hermione..." Harry could barely form coherent words, let alone convey his happiness at seeing her. After an awkward silence, Hermione suggested they find a compartment, to which Harry agreed gratefully. On the train, Harry learned he wasn't the only one who liked the new Hermione; Dean, Seamus, Neville, Parvati, Ron, Hannah, Ernie and Ginny all were speechless for the first minute. Hermione seemed to like the attention, but was more intent upon finding an empty compartment. "Harry, could I ask you something quick?" Ginny inquired. "Yea, sure Gin, Hermione you go on ahead, I will catch up to you?" With a smile that made his heart melt, Hermione set off down the train. "So...?" Ginny smiled knowingly. "Yes?" Harry snapped, his tone more sharp. Ginny did not seem in the least taken aback, and sauntered up to him. She placed her hand on his arm and looked up at him a devilish look in her eyes, "Harry, I was wondering if you ever thought about what it would be like to...be with me." Upon saying these last few words, Ginny reached her hand down Harry's pants and attempted to grab him. Harry, however, removed her hand, and gave her a look of disgust. "Ginny, for the last time, no. And, yes, I would still say that if you weren't Ron's sister," Harry added quickly. He then stalked out, without even looking back at the younger girl's face. (AN: Ginny is a slut, if you can't tell. She is after pretty much everyone who isn't part of her family. Don't worry, there will be a point to this later on.) Harry ran the rest of the way to the compartment. As he ran past one of the very last ones, something caught his eye. Turning around, he looked in the door. Harry had to pinch himself to make sure he was really seeing what he was seeing: It was Draco Malfoy and Hermione engaged in a passionate liplock. Not knowing what to do, Harry opened the door and walked in. The couple did not seem to hear him, so he strode over and tapped Malfoy on the shoulder. As Malfoy turned around, Harry punched him (AN: Harry likes to punch a lot, doesn't he?) and then cast Petrificus Totalus on him, so that he could not move. He turned towards Hermione, and stared into her eyes, "Explain...Now," was all that Harry could manage. He hoped that Hermione had a good explanation, because if Malfoy had the love of his life, he might kill him. Taking a deep breath, Hermione whispered "Harry..."
Well, that's all until next chapter- it's late. Any suggestions? Put them on the review board. You will get your name in the story (possibly even as a character!).