Disclaimer: The characters and setting within are not of my own creation, and I take no credit for them. No copyright breach has been intended
A/N: sorry for not updating, but I didn't really like how I wrote it before so I rewrote this and the next chapter, please enjoy ^^
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A girl of medium height hastily shoved her bag over her shoulder as she walked towards the headmistress's office. Her silky black hair blew freely behind her as she took no care to restrain it back, and pushed her dark sunglasses up higher to stop it from slipping any further down her dainty nose which hid beautiful emerald green eyes. The girl muttered angrily under her breath as she sped up around a corner wanting no one to see her, suddenly she smashed into a hard warm wall, 'Bloody hell'.
She felt strong broad arms enclose around her and she quickly pushed him away, making him stumble a couple of feet back. She watched as he was caught in surprise as he was recovering his step, and turned to walk away. Before she could take another step, the person she rudely walked into grabbed her arm and pulled her back making her look at him. Her eyes seemed amused as she watched him take in her athletic body, black boots, dark skinny jeans, and up to her tight formed black t shirt which was slightly revealing and her cloak which was thrown over it in haste. Plain and simple just the way she liked it.
The boy, or man as she realized was about 6 foot tall, lean, nicely filled out, a pale complexion and dark stormy grey eyes that regarded her with frustration and a touch of curiosity. His silver hair fell into his eyes that seemed to fit well with him, he was gorgeous while wearing his Hogwarts robes. Her eyes lit up as she recognized him, Draco Malfoy, her favorite ferret and her associate the past summer. She was quickly brought from her thoughts when he spoke
"Oy, Vayne . . . . What are you doing here?" he said roughly, knowing that she was supposed to be back at the manor.
"Don't worry about it, little Malfoy. Just go along and play." She told him, her voice betraying no warmth or kindness.
"Don't pull that on me Nadia, not now." He told her pleadingly letting some emotion show through his façade. "Now tell me . . . why are you here?"
Without another word, she walked away leaving him behind knowing he wouldn't follow because she was under her Lord's orders and he wouldn't dare interfere.
Walking in silence, she remembered the times Malfoy had helped her out. Too bad he didn't know who she was or what she had become.
"Stupid Malfoy." she mumbled to herself, taking off her dark sunglasses she knocked on the door.
"Come in."
Walking into the office she found it familiar and felt at home, "So happy to see you Professor McGonagall."
"And you too Ms. Granger" she replied smiling then she turned serious, "How did the assignment go?"
"Rather well I should say, they didn't suspect a thing . . . Although I do miss my friends and Hogwarts." Hermione replied sitting down in a chair. The Order had sent Hermione out in disguise or rather a make-over to join the Deatheater's ranks to find out what they were planning next, she had to go through a rather excruciating experience to get into the ranks without being marked, only to have a ring which was made to signal her if the Dark Lord needed her presence. One she'd rather not go through again, only if to save her friends and family would she ever do it again.
She changed from the innocent little bushy head know it all Granger, to a fully mature and capable woman who was absolutely beautiful and still the brightest witch of her age. Hermione had managed to get into the ranks without anyone suspecting a thing by saying she was Dumbledore's long lost niece whose family was thought to have been killed by a raid.
It was nearly winter already; the assignment had taken up all of her summer time and her time for school. Hermione wasn't worried though, she had already read through the books, and knew she could catch up with the rest of her class easily.
"Well we're glad to have you back Ms. Granger." Ms. McGonagall finally said after Hermione briefed her on everything, not much was going to happen or at least that she knew of.
"Then can I take my leave?" she asked politely wanting to eat something and get some rest desperately.
"Yes of course, your things are in the Heads dorm. Congratulations on the position by the way Ms. Granger." Ms. McGonagall told her with a small smile. Minerva saw how broken the girl was, and thought about how much she must have went through the past summer as she watched the young woman leave her office. She sighed, not knowing whether or not letting the girl go into such a dangerous position was a good idea or not. Hopefully everything would work out and lives would be saved.
Hermione walked through the empty castle, the meeting had lasted until eleven. She relished the silent walls and the familiarity it gave her, along with the security she hadn't felt in months. She knew she shouldn't let her guard down though, no matter what. That's what the Death Eaters had taught her during the summer and much more horrifying things. She stopped for a bit, closing her eyes as she let the images fade away from her memory. Her eyes dry, not shedding a single tear as she had learned.
She finally reached the Heads quarters and observed the painting; it had a wolf lying in a dark forest. Its beautiful coat was black as it laid there peacefully, not noticing that she was there. As she stood there for a few minutes another wolf appeared, the complete opposite of the one on the forest floor, its fur pure white. The moon making it silver as it glowed. The black wolf opened one eyes, showing her a familiar pair of stormy grey eyes, while the white one had dark black ones. Whispering the password, the white wolf nodded in reply letting her through and she found herself in the common room.
Ignoring the common room she figured the one with a lion on its door was hers, and entered. Inside it was decorated in a beautiful red and gold, her house colors which she so dearly missed after seeing dark and gloomy colors back at the manor. Hermione looked into the mirror and raised her wand, and saw her reflection shimmer.
Her hair turned from straight black to beautiful golden waves down her back. Her eyes turned back to a warm hazel color, her lips fuller, and her complexion darkened just a tad bit from the pale complexion she had before. Her body became more luscious than her previous petite and small form of 5'1 into a more prominent hourglass figure and height of 5'4.
Here with the simple changes was Hermione Granger, not Nadia Vayne as she had pretended to be before. Sighing she sat on her bed, her eyes dimming a little at the memories she had made during the summer. She didn't even bother going down to the Great Hall, not wanting to face her friends nor their questioning gazes and fell asleep onto her bed hoping to leave the conscious world for a couple of hours.
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A/N please review!!