Thunder Morning
Chapter 1: Your Average Sunny Monday
Summary: Follows a somewhat different Hermione through her seventh year at Hogwarts, and the summer following. Will focus more on the social lives of our characters (of course) rather than classes, so don't expect much detail there. Our Head Girl is no longer the fourth-year book-worm we last saw, and will encounter several balls, boyfriends, and adventures. Summer will bring an unexpected change and Hermione learns an important lesson about loving. I don't want to give too much away, but pairings will include Hr/D, H/Ginny, and Hr/George.
Disclaimer: Don't you hate these? Insert standard disclaimer here.
Author's Notes: Only my second fan fiction, as I had such a grand time with the first. Hopefully, this story will be an improvement. This promises to be a long fiction, I hope, as it will follow the characters through their seventh year and the summer following. Hope you'll like it, and here we go!
Thunder was what woke Hermione Granger up at seven this particular September day. Sleepily, she knocker her alarm-clock to the floor, and thought to herself, 'Thunder?'. She put her cold feet on the floor, and walked to her window. She shielded her eyes from the cruel morning sun as she parted the curtains to reveal an average, sunny morning. Not a cloud in the sky. 'Must've been my dream,' she though before turning to walk towards the bathroom. A half-hour later, Hermione was downstairs, the smell of waffles and sausage awakening her senses. When her father looked up from his newspaper, he saw a striking teenager walk into the room in place of the awkward teen he was used to seeing. She wore nothing special, a black skirt that had a hem which was higher on one side than the other, revealing a little more pale leg. She also wore a dark maroon tank top and low, black shoes. Her hair had relaxed over the few years, and was now soft and wavy, with hints of red. Hermione was pale, but wore little make-up. She seemed to be relaxed in her body, walking with a confidence that was neither forced nor pompous. She'd be a woman soon enough, he realized.
Hermione had noticed these changes, which might be why she allowed her personality to changed as well. She was this year's Head Girl, which had only surprised Hermione. Her grades were still top, and this year promised to be no different. Yet Hermione had relaxed, and now didn't feel guilty when she joined Harry and Ron's midnight escapades around the school. People found it easier to be around her when she wasn't so uptight, and while Hermione certainly wasn't the most popular girl in school, she always had someone to talk to. Ginny and Hermione had grown close over the years, and Hermione had just come back from spending a week at the Burrow. Most of the family had been there, and Hermione was treated just like another daughter. There had been one happening that had taken everyone aback, and that was Harry seeking out Ron and his brothers to ask their permission to date their sister. Hermione remembered the day vividly, and she was so happy she had been there to witness it. Percy could've cared less actually, and Bill, George, and Fred had agreed immediately. Really, Harry had just asked them to be courteous. It was Ron's opinion he really cared about, and was most worried about. After getting over his shock, Ron had motioned Harry into another room, where they stayed for a good ten minutes. They both immerged looked pleased, Ron a little pale maybe, but Harry had happily rushed upstairs towards Ginny's room. Ron wanted to follow, but Hermione had distracted him with a game of chess. She lost, naturally, but not as badly as she could've.
Hermione stayed lost in her thoughts until her parents told her it was time to leave. The Hogwarts Express hadn't changed a bit since the first time Hermione saw it. The people boarding it, however, had. Hermione saw Ron immediately. He was the redhead towering above everyone else. Ron kept his lankiness over the years, but stood less awkwardly thanks to Quidditch practice. Ron had been made a Beater when the twins graduated. Harry was, as always, beside Ron and stood only so many inches beneath him. His black hair was mussed up the same as ever, and he remained thin and wiry. Ron and Harry had both become attractive in their own ways; Ron was awkwardly cute, and something about Harry was tragically devastating in the most attractive way. Ron had gained a number of "groupies" who cheered him on during practice, and while their number was tiny compared to the Quidditch Captain Harry's, he was pleased to be gaining attention of his own. Hermione was just glad it hadn't gone to his head. She remained their biggest fan.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron staked out their usual compartment on the train, and the boys began to fill Hermione in on what she had missed at the Burrow after she left. It wasn't much, she concluded. Soon, their compartment door slid open, revealing Ginny standing in clothes similar to Hermione's. Hermione couldn't help but notice how Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of her, the depressed, tragic look replaced by pure, sweet joy. 'Harry'd had enough sadness in his life for everyone on this train', Hermione thought. 'Who'd've thought Ginny would be the one to change that?'
The ride to Hogwarts continued without incident. Several people stopped by to say hello, many of the males taking more than one look at Hermione. If she noticed, she didn't say anything about it. Just after the witch bringing treats on her cart left their compartment, it slid open again. This time, Draco Malfoy stood in front of them wearing his trademark smirk. He was alone for a change, though. Hermione had probably taken the most looks at Draco over the years, at least out of the three others who were in the compartment. Even she was quite surprised at how he had changed. He appeared better built than Harry or Ron, one could tell even through his school robes. His hair wasn't greased back, but shorter in the back than in the front, where bangs fell over his grey eyes.
"Feeling threatened without your bodyguards, Malfoy?" Hermione asked almost playfully.
Draco didn't hide the fact that his eyes were roaming her body freely. Hermione noticed, but wasn't angered. Instead, she crossed her legs so her skirt rode up slightly, revealing a lot more leg. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Still haven't got a boyfriend, eh, Mudblood?" Ron stood up quickly, as Hermione exited the compartment turning red. Draco smirked and said, "No need to get your knickers in a twist, Weasel." With another look, Draco saw Ginny and Harry's hands intertwined, but decided against saying anything. He backed out of the compartment and slid the door shut slowly.
"Poor Hermione," Ginny said quietly, "Maybe I should find her?"
"Nah," Harry said, squeezing her hand, "She'll be back soon."
After sliding the door closed, Draco glanced up and down the corridor, and he saw Hermione leaning seductively on a door several feet away. He started walking towards her, then quickened his pace. When he reached her, he grabbed her arm and they ran towards the restroom at the end of the hall. They were smiling broadly. Laughing, Draco pushed Hermione inside and followed her in. It was a tight squeeze. Neither minded.
"I missed hearing your laugh," Hermione said, still laughing. "I can't believe we still get away with this!"
Draco leaned forward until their noses were touching. "Less talk," he said, and tilted his head to kiss her. Hermione could feel him smiling, and she smiled a little as well.
'Just like old times,' Hermione thought to herself. Draco's hand was creeping underneath her shirt, and she smiled in pleasure. She leaned over and bit his neck gently, he moaned. After a few minutes, she told him she'd better get back.
With a last kiss as she walked outside, she said, "See you at the sorting?" Draco just smiled in reply. Naughtily, she slid her hand from his chest dooown south. "Bye, then."
When Hermione walked back into her compartment, she faked an injured air and said, "Goddamn that Malfoy." Mentally, she though, "God bless Draco Malfoy!"
Chapter 1: Your Average Sunny Monday
Summary: Follows a somewhat different Hermione through her seventh year at Hogwarts, and the summer following. Will focus more on the social lives of our characters (of course) rather than classes, so don't expect much detail there. Our Head Girl is no longer the fourth-year book-worm we last saw, and will encounter several balls, boyfriends, and adventures. Summer will bring an unexpected change and Hermione learns an important lesson about loving. I don't want to give too much away, but pairings will include Hr/D, H/Ginny, and Hr/George.
Disclaimer: Don't you hate these? Insert standard disclaimer here.
Author's Notes: Only my second fan fiction, as I had such a grand time with the first. Hopefully, this story will be an improvement. This promises to be a long fiction, I hope, as it will follow the characters through their seventh year and the summer following. Hope you'll like it, and here we go!
Thunder was what woke Hermione Granger up at seven this particular September day. Sleepily, she knocker her alarm-clock to the floor, and thought to herself, 'Thunder?'. She put her cold feet on the floor, and walked to her window. She shielded her eyes from the cruel morning sun as she parted the curtains to reveal an average, sunny morning. Not a cloud in the sky. 'Must've been my dream,' she though before turning to walk towards the bathroom. A half-hour later, Hermione was downstairs, the smell of waffles and sausage awakening her senses. When her father looked up from his newspaper, he saw a striking teenager walk into the room in place of the awkward teen he was used to seeing. She wore nothing special, a black skirt that had a hem which was higher on one side than the other, revealing a little more pale leg. She also wore a dark maroon tank top and low, black shoes. Her hair had relaxed over the few years, and was now soft and wavy, with hints of red. Hermione was pale, but wore little make-up. She seemed to be relaxed in her body, walking with a confidence that was neither forced nor pompous. She'd be a woman soon enough, he realized.
Hermione had noticed these changes, which might be why she allowed her personality to changed as well. She was this year's Head Girl, which had only surprised Hermione. Her grades were still top, and this year promised to be no different. Yet Hermione had relaxed, and now didn't feel guilty when she joined Harry and Ron's midnight escapades around the school. People found it easier to be around her when she wasn't so uptight, and while Hermione certainly wasn't the most popular girl in school, she always had someone to talk to. Ginny and Hermione had grown close over the years, and Hermione had just come back from spending a week at the Burrow. Most of the family had been there, and Hermione was treated just like another daughter. There had been one happening that had taken everyone aback, and that was Harry seeking out Ron and his brothers to ask their permission to date their sister. Hermione remembered the day vividly, and she was so happy she had been there to witness it. Percy could've cared less actually, and Bill, George, and Fred had agreed immediately. Really, Harry had just asked them to be courteous. It was Ron's opinion he really cared about, and was most worried about. After getting over his shock, Ron had motioned Harry into another room, where they stayed for a good ten minutes. They both immerged looked pleased, Ron a little pale maybe, but Harry had happily rushed upstairs towards Ginny's room. Ron wanted to follow, but Hermione had distracted him with a game of chess. She lost, naturally, but not as badly as she could've.
Hermione stayed lost in her thoughts until her parents told her it was time to leave. The Hogwarts Express hadn't changed a bit since the first time Hermione saw it. The people boarding it, however, had. Hermione saw Ron immediately. He was the redhead towering above everyone else. Ron kept his lankiness over the years, but stood less awkwardly thanks to Quidditch practice. Ron had been made a Beater when the twins graduated. Harry was, as always, beside Ron and stood only so many inches beneath him. His black hair was mussed up the same as ever, and he remained thin and wiry. Ron and Harry had both become attractive in their own ways; Ron was awkwardly cute, and something about Harry was tragically devastating in the most attractive way. Ron had gained a number of "groupies" who cheered him on during practice, and while their number was tiny compared to the Quidditch Captain Harry's, he was pleased to be gaining attention of his own. Hermione was just glad it hadn't gone to his head. She remained their biggest fan.
Hermione, Harry, and Ron staked out their usual compartment on the train, and the boys began to fill Hermione in on what she had missed at the Burrow after she left. It wasn't much, she concluded. Soon, their compartment door slid open, revealing Ginny standing in clothes similar to Hermione's. Hermione couldn't help but notice how Harry's eyes lit up at the sight of her, the depressed, tragic look replaced by pure, sweet joy. 'Harry'd had enough sadness in his life for everyone on this train', Hermione thought. 'Who'd've thought Ginny would be the one to change that?'
The ride to Hogwarts continued without incident. Several people stopped by to say hello, many of the males taking more than one look at Hermione. If she noticed, she didn't say anything about it. Just after the witch bringing treats on her cart left their compartment, it slid open again. This time, Draco Malfoy stood in front of them wearing his trademark smirk. He was alone for a change, though. Hermione had probably taken the most looks at Draco over the years, at least out of the three others who were in the compartment. Even she was quite surprised at how he had changed. He appeared better built than Harry or Ron, one could tell even through his school robes. His hair wasn't greased back, but shorter in the back than in the front, where bangs fell over his grey eyes.
"Feeling threatened without your bodyguards, Malfoy?" Hermione asked almost playfully.
Draco didn't hide the fact that his eyes were roaming her body freely. Hermione noticed, but wasn't angered. Instead, she crossed her legs so her skirt rode up slightly, revealing a lot more leg. Draco raised his eyebrows.
"Still haven't got a boyfriend, eh, Mudblood?" Ron stood up quickly, as Hermione exited the compartment turning red. Draco smirked and said, "No need to get your knickers in a twist, Weasel." With another look, Draco saw Ginny and Harry's hands intertwined, but decided against saying anything. He backed out of the compartment and slid the door shut slowly.
"Poor Hermione," Ginny said quietly, "Maybe I should find her?"
"Nah," Harry said, squeezing her hand, "She'll be back soon."
After sliding the door closed, Draco glanced up and down the corridor, and he saw Hermione leaning seductively on a door several feet away. He started walking towards her, then quickened his pace. When he reached her, he grabbed her arm and they ran towards the restroom at the end of the hall. They were smiling broadly. Laughing, Draco pushed Hermione inside and followed her in. It was a tight squeeze. Neither minded.
"I missed hearing your laugh," Hermione said, still laughing. "I can't believe we still get away with this!"
Draco leaned forward until their noses were touching. "Less talk," he said, and tilted his head to kiss her. Hermione could feel him smiling, and she smiled a little as well.
'Just like old times,' Hermione thought to herself. Draco's hand was creeping underneath her shirt, and she smiled in pleasure. She leaned over and bit his neck gently, he moaned. After a few minutes, she told him she'd better get back.
With a last kiss as she walked outside, she said, "See you at the sorting?" Draco just smiled in reply. Naughtily, she slid her hand from his chest dooown south. "Bye, then."
When Hermione walked back into her compartment, she faked an injured air and said, "Goddamn that Malfoy." Mentally, she though, "God bless Draco Malfoy!"