Disclaimer: I do Not own Harry Potter
A/N: Okay, so be easy on me, its my first fic ever!
Chapter 1 Back to Hogwarts
Hermione gazed out the window of the Hogwarts Express. Her Summer was definitely the worst summer of her life. Raindrops started tapping lightly against the window. She was alone in the silence. She was Head Girl, dreading the moment the compartment door would slide open revealing her worst enemy. After ten minutes of pondering about her life, the door indeed open showing Draco Malfoy with the "Malfoy Smirk" worn lightly upon his face. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked back out the window.
"What Granger, not happy to see me?" Draco asked
"I would rather be dumped into a tub of stinksap." She replied scornfully
"Tsk Tsk mudblood, thats not the behavior the Head girl should display." he said sarcasticaly while putting emphasis on "head girl"
"Step of Malfoy."
"With pleasure mudblood." He said with a grin.
The gray- eyed Slytherin sat across from the brunette and started reading. Hermione gave him a death glare and went back to staring out the window. An hour passed, Draco stood up and stretched. Hermione glanced at his figure absentmindedly and for a split second was admiring his perfectly sculpted body. She couldn't help but notice his stunning features, his muscles looked like that had been carved by angels, his hair was not slicked back like Hermione was used to, it looked soft and some of his bangs swayed over his forehead as he moved... "Oh god! What am I thinking!?" She suddenly looked down at her hands.
Draco, noticing this said "What is it Granger, do you fancy my body?" he chuckled,
"No Malfoy, I was just observing how hopelessly vain you are." the Gryffindor retorted coolly.
"Wow, she's hot!" Draco thought suddenly. "Holy Shit! What's gotten into me?"
It's true, Hermione had matured quite drastically over the summer, her body was curvy in all the right places, her complexion was clear and stunning, her face was fair with big brown chestnut eyes with long eyelashes, a cute button nose, big full lips, and just for a finishing touch there were a few faint freckles feathered across her nose. The Gryffindor's hair was no longer the bushy mane everyone thought of it as; It fell down to the middle of her back, with soft curls accented with some natural dirty brown highlights.
Draco shook this though from his mind and went to change into his robes. Hermione took this chance to change into her own robes, she pulled her hair up into a twisty bun and allowed a few locks of hair to fall playfully on her face, accenting her nicely.
The Slytherin walked wearing his perfectly tailored robes. Their eyes met for a moment, his stare was penetrating, Hermione looked down quickly.
As the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station, Hermione left the cabin without a word to the Slytherin and went to find Harry and Ron. She found them shortly after talking about Quidditch.
"There you are!" Harry said, pulling her into a brisk hug. And Ron followed suit.
When they walked into the Great Hall, Professor McGonagall was waiting for Hermione with Malfoy.
"Miss. Granger, you and Mister Malfoy will be sharing your own common room, please follow me."
The Gryffindor and the Slytherin followed the professor to a portrait of a wild boar with an apple in its mouth running about an open field. Surprisingly he could utter the words "Password?"
"Fitonia Drante" Professor McGonagall replied. The boar grunted, and let them in.
Hermione squealed in delight when she saw the common room. It had a color scheme of deep, rich purples, and grays all around the room, and was quite comfortable looking. There was a wall hanging of the Hogwarts Crest hanging above the welcoming fireplace.
"This tower has its own private for the library permitted only for the head boy and girl, Mister Malfoy, your Bedroom is to my left, and Miss Granger's to my right, the washroom is located straight through there." "Now, if you will excuse me I must get back to the feast, good night." and with that she left them there alone in the common room.
Hermione immediately went to her bedroom, she was shocked as she walked in the doorway, the room was decorated with Gryffindor colors, and a beautiful four-poster bed was lying against the wall. She squealed in delight, and then proceeded to the private library where before her lay rows and rows of books of all subjects.
Draco, on the other hand wasn't as excited about everything like Hermione, he enjoyed his bedroom, the Slytherin colors comforted him slightly.
When they were both done looking at their new home for the rest of the year, they went down to the feast. Hermione made sure she was at least ten steps behind Malfoy while she was walking down.