Here goes my third attempt at a story. Review and tell me what you think!
Disclaimer:I don't own any of the HP characters, although I wish I did. Especially Draco Malfoy... Drool...
Hermione Granger walked along Platform Nine and Three Quarters, searching for her two best friends, Harry and Ron. She knew that Harry had been staying at the Burrow for the last month of summer, so the two would be together. But, so far, she hadn't seen either of them!
Suddenly a very solid object collided with her, almost knocking her to the ground. She swayed, but maintained her balance.
Hermione, whirling around to face the culprit, snapped out, "Watch where you're going!" That was when she realized that she was talking to the sexy Slytherin Prince, Draco Malfoy. Then she smiled maliciously.
She turned her back on him and began to walk away, while muttering, "Filthy Pureblood," just loud enough for him to hear. The response came almost immediately.
"Who dares?" Hermione almost laughed out loud. Did he think that was a threatening tone? Apparently everyone else did, because they all backed up a few feet.
Draco, spotting her, asked, "Who the hell do you think you are?" Hermione turned around, looked him in the eye, and answered.
"Hermione Granger," she said calmly. "And you? Who the hell do you think you are? Thinking you own all of us just because your father is some almighty DeathEater? Who, might I remind you, is now dead? Thank Merlin for that."
The next thing she knew she was pushed up against the wall with Draco's hand on her throat.
"Don't you ever speak about my father like that," he said quietly, but dangerously. "And what's this shit about you being Hermione Granger? She is a bushy haired bookworm, while you..." Draco trailed off. He actually didn't have anything to say! What was this girl doing to him? He felt like his head was swimming with the mere pressure of his hand on her throat.
Hermione was feeling the same symptoms, but she didn't let them show. Instead, she interrupted the silence.
"Get your hands off of me. Now," she said so venomously that anyone but Draco would have done what she said. He smirked and gripped her throat even tighter. She slapped him so hard that he staggered, releasing her. The smirk disappeared.
Whipping out her 11 inch mahogany wand and pointing it at his sprawled form, she said, "I thought you would learn your lesson in third year, Malfoy. Guess not. And if you don't want me to hex you into oblivion, I suggest you get the hell away from me and stay that way."
Draco stood and brushed off his robes lightly, not one ounce of dignity lost. He stared at her curiously.
"There is no fucking way you're Granger." He looked at every inch of her trying to figure out who she was. She blushed, feeling his gaze.
She was wearing jeans shorts and a creamy white tank top. Her legs were long and inviting. Her figure was soft and curvy. Her face was framed by shoulder length reddish brown hair. Her eyes were the same gray-blue as his. She looked and acted nothing like Granger. Whoever she was, she was damn hot!
He took quick steps toward her. Hermione backed away until she hit the wall. His lips seemed to be getting closer to hers with each passing second. What was happening? Why was she letting it happen?
"What are you doing?" she asked breathlessly. He didn't answer but leaned closer. So close that his lips brushed hers. She placed her hands on his chest, trying hard not to feel his muscles, and shoved. He stepped backward, and Hermione took her chance to run. She ran and didn't look back.
She ran until she was in an empty compartment on the Hogwarts Express. What had happened back there? Why had Malfoy kissed her? Why did she feel so warm inside? With a shock she realized that it had been her first kiss. Ever.
Oh. My. God. This is not fair! It figures that my first kiss would be with a guy I hate! Yet Hermione found herself smiling. She immediately stopped. Why was this happening?
The whistle blew and she felt the train start to move. Hermione heard footsteps outside her compartment. They stopped in front of the door. She heard muffled voices, but she couldn't recognize what they were saying. Then the door slid open.
Hermione sighed with relief as she saw Harry and Ron walked inside.
"Guys!" she said. "I couldn't find you anywhere outside! Where were you?" She saw both of them give her strange looks. "What?" she asked, wondering why everyone had looked at her so strangely. First Malfoy, now her two best friends!
"Um, do we know you?" asked Ron. Hermione stared at him unbelievingly. They didn't know who she was? She knew she had changed but thought for sure everyone would know it was her!
"What is wrong with you?" she asked. "My own best friends don't even know who I am?" Harry looked at her for a second and guessed.
"Hermione?" he asked. Hermione grinned.
"Finally!"
"When did you get color contacts?" he asked after looking at her eyes. Hermione frowned at him, while Ron gave Harry a what-the-hell-are-you- talking-about look.
"Harry, you know I like my eye color," said Hermione. "Why would I change it? What color are they?"
"Gray-blue," answered Harry. He paused for a second, then said, "Just like Malfoy's."