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Choo Choo goes the train *******************************************
*~*~*INTRODUCTION – Being Seventeen*~*~*
A Malfoy was always born to be tall, tanned from expensive holidays to Barcelona, muscular, and of course white blond. Our Draco Malfoy though, wanted to change the traditions, instead of white blonde, he magically turned his hair dirty blond. Instead of just muscular, he exercised every minute he could catch to make him even more muscular – buff, baby, yeah!
His features had become increasingly mature and mesmerising these last two months, and the deep tone in his voice certainly attracted a lot of girls when he spoke on trips with his parents.
Problem in Barcelona was that he still had not mastered Spanish. All he could say was, "Hola, coma estas?" yeah, and that was really going to draw the girls into his grasp.
He was definitely different from the blond ferret he was though. All he needed now was some denim gear – or maybe something leather – or maybe…
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Hermione Granger was bored. Bored as in she could not find her wand and could not perform magic, and bored as in she had to do something to change her looks, it was so old – she needed to be update, just like Ginny had told her. Thing is Ginny had her own problems to deal with and could not help Hermione.
Hermione fumbled through her drawers turning everything inside out and upside down.
"Where is my stupid wand?" She moaned inwardly.
She could not take it anymore; the easy way out was this –
"Accio wand!" She shouted.
The power that had built up within her during the summer holidays was radical. She felt she could even take on You-Know-Who in a duel and win! Nah, she better leave it to her best friends – Harry Potter and Ron Weasly.
The wand zoomed from under her bed and into her hands in one swift and graceful movement; she also added a bit a sparkling trail to follow behind it after she read Intermediate Charms by Amy Nighthawk (an animagus).
"Finally."
She sat down in front of her mirror and wondered; what would really turn some guy on – straight and shiny hair for starters. She closed her eyes and began to chant a spell. When she said the last word, finite, she moved her wand twice around her head.
A waterfall of orbs twinkled from the tip of her wand and glistened upon each hair. In an instant her hair became dead straight with a feathered ouch towards it, she had a split fringe and a few thin black streaks here and there. Perfect.
She figured that after her frantic two month dieting technique, her body did not have to be dealt with – but her wardrobe certainly did. Every piece of clothing that was in style ended up being baggy, she could never trust her the Other Realm Style Catalogue. The sizes were always different from the muggle world.
She needed to be totally in style to celebrate her last year at Hogwarts.
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Harry Potter could not wait till he was eighteen, he could move out from the stinking house he had grown to slave in and he would definitely make the last days with his relatives hell.
He sat on the bed spinning his wand carelessly in his fingers. All the power I his hand was all he could think of. What to do next?
Flashback – As his birthday dawned upon him, he was more excited than he had ever been in his entire life. This was it – he was now free!
He ripped open his presents one by one, first from Hagrid – a phoenix egg, which Harry instantly gave to Hedwig, who sent it to Dumbledore. Secondly from Hermione – a note pen, it made you write notes during lessons when you were fidgeting by giving you a quick and sharp zap, like an electrical shock. To go with your homework diary! Hermione had said in her letter. And lastly from Ron, his present consisted of a huge stack of chocolate frogs and the address to where the apparating lessons would take place, with a little bag of Floo powder.
He grabbed his wand and conjured up a cake with a spell that Hermione had shown him. He lit the candles on by one with his wand and prepared to make a wish when the fat arse that was meant to be his cousin barged in.
"OI! Your doing m-m-m-m-magic! You be expelled from that freak school you go to! I'm telling Dad if you're not careful!" Dudley yelled.
"Oh, but Dudley. How wrong are you to think that I would be expelled. You see, I'm seventeen, which means you are in big trouble, Diddykins," Harry smirked, and pointed his wand to Dudley's camera phone that Dudley held on to, as if it was his child or something. Say bye bye to your fucking phone!
And of course the arrival of the owl that had said he had passed his apparation test! Go me, go me, go me!
End of flashback – And Harry basically terrorised him and his aunt and uncle for the rest of the holidays. Of course, Aunt Petunia could not put him on the streets after the constant Howlers that kept flying in every time she wanted to.
Not only was he in power of the whole house, but he had also changed a lot in appearance. Not that old soppy Harry who was so lanky. But a new one, after apparating to Hawaii, and the gym, he actually looked pretty suitable to date. Well, that was what his mirror had said. His hair was still uncontrollable, but he thought that it made him look unique.
I suppose you could call Harry fit! Astonishing what the gym can do to someone!
His outfit had transformed from baggy clothes and knitted scratchy jumpers, into the average wardrobe for guys. You see, he was still a bit rough on the edge for buying clothes!
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Ron Weasly could not change his looks. His parents finally let on the truth of what really had happened to him when he tried to change his hair colour. What was the use of being free to use magic away from school if you could not do anything to himself? All right for his brothers though, they could do whatever to their free will.
He sat gloomily replaying his parents' words over and over again, especially the last words:
"At least you'll be able to see us when we have passed on, Ron. You never know, we might become like you too!" Molly had said quietly, "And the good thing is, you don't have to sit through the apparation test for what your powers do!"
"We chose for you to be like this, so that you could have the chance of a future!" Arthur had said positively, "You will grow accordingly, son, but you won't be able to change your looks, though."
The thing that bugged Ron was that why they had not told him before.
*~*~*Arrival at Hogwarts*~*~*
Well, it all began as usual. The students filing in and settling at their places, the first years led in by Professor McGonagall and sorted into their houses, Dumbledore's speech, the banquet – but then Dumbledore, ruined the tradition by adding an extra speech at the end.
"…And you may pack your trunks and wait for the carriages to collect you. Hope you enjoy your exchange trip in Russia."
That was it, they arrived and now they had to leave again, without a good night's sleep too!
Hermione, Harry, Ron, Neville, Lavender, Parvati and Seamus had been selected from Hogwarts. Draco, Pansy, Crabbe and Goyle had been chosen from Slytherin. Sadly no Hufflepuffs or Ravenclaws were picked.
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"Okay, so look on the good side. At least we don't have to sit through the NEWTs," Ron fumbled with a pair of socks and ended up tying his hands in a knot.
"Oh thank God!" Hermione burst into the room quite breathless, "Just asked McGonagall. We can do our NEWTs after all!"
"WHAT!" Harry, Ron, Seamus and Neville simultaneously yelled at her.
Hermione backed out of the room, and here I thought they would be happy.
*~*~*In a new world – Or just the same?*~*~*
"…She was dead in a matter of seconds.
Caldon smirked his usual cocky grin and turned to face the two whimpering girls that were at the back of the crowd. He strode towards, his pride taking hold of him, "You will be next."…(Nothing to do with plot! Just something I wanted to write!)
Hermione put the book down whilst remembering her page number. The coach she and her friends were in came to a halt.
"Herm! You going to take your cat of my owl or what!" Ron shouted as he tried to yank Crookshanks off Pigwidgeon (IS that how you spell it?").
"Ron! Be gentle!" Hermione hissed.
They got off the coach dragging their luggage with them; shame the school did not have a service like Hogwarts.
Harry was just about to stretch when Malfoy and his sidekicks shoved past him and stood, towering over Hermione. Malfoy's first thought was to say sorry to the teenager in front of him and hunt Hermione down. But then he realised that the hot chick who stood rather bored actually was her.
Hermione's first reaction was what a well fit guy!!! Hang on a minute – NO! It's Malfoy! Stupid Hermione! Stupid!
"You will pay Mudblood, I will not let you go without getting back," Malfoy sentenced Hermione with daggers shooting from his eyes.
"Er, yeah. And just how are you going to do that, Malfoy?" Hermione jeered, "By prancing round a room while setting off rumours about me? To do with what a horrible Mudblood I am?"
"Even worse," Draco went off with a swish flock of his robe, shake that thought out of your handsome head, Draco! Thinking about kissing a Mudblood could contaminate it!
"Er, what just happened there, Herm?" Ron asked curiously.
"Well, for starters, I'm freezing out here. Let's go inside. And secondly, I'm not telling," Hermione knew that there was no point, it was a really lame prank and they'd find out about it anyway. Why was Malfoy so worked up about it?
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