I'm a new writer, so I hope you can forgive me any mistakes I make.
Of course I own nothing, blah blah whatever. Let the story begin.
Hermione Jane Granger was nervous. This was not a completely normal occurrence; usually she was level headed and utterly competent in all ways. The reason, or rather reasons, for her unease were sitting across from her on the Hogwarts Express. As the train pulled away from the station, silence prevailed throughout the cabin.
She found herself fidgeting; she began pulling on a loose thread on her jacket, and staring fixedly out the window as Hermione tried to ignore the glares she felt radiating towards her from her so called "best friends". They had been sitting like this for a good ten minutes when Ron finally decided he couldn't stand it any longer.
"Hermione what have you done to yourself?" he accused, as Harry nodded mutely in agreement. The two of them looked with distaste at her low-rise black jeans, light blue tank top, and tight black jacket. Their eyes traveled in unison upwards, noticing her sleek, chestnut hair which was curled into ringlets. Harry winced when he saw the number of piercings in he ears; she must have had 5 in each, easily. Ron's mouth gaped open as he stared at the large silver cross strung across her neck. "Why would you ever wear something so gaudy?"
"Listen you two," Hermione spat out angrily, "I am my own person, and I can dress any bloody way I feel. If you aren't comfortable with my attire, I'd be more than happy to leave."
"Have you gone mad? Hermione we're the Golden Trio, no matter how trashy you dress we are always going to be stuck together." Ron stated with a certain amount of dislike.
"Not anymore! As of this moment, the Golden trio is officially broken up! I hope you two are very happy together." Hermione stood up, her hazel eyes flashing with anger. She turned on her heel and stormed out of the compartment, not once looking back at the dumbfounded faces of Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter.
"How could they be so horrible to me? I'm the only reason they ever passed school. They would have never made it to 7th year without my notes and homework. Well, if they can't handle the new me then I don't give a fuck about them anymore."
Hermione was deep in thought as she stalked angrily down the narrow train corridor. She was so busy contemplating her plans for revenge against Harry and Ron that she didn't notice the figure dressed in all grey walking towards her. She didn't notice until she ran into something extremely firm.
Looking up in surprise, she found herself caught in the tight grip of Draco Malfoy. Hermione couldn't help but notice how strong his arms felt wrapped around her, and as she locked eyes with him she lost herself in his gaze. There was something in his eyes, a fire that she had never seen before. For what seemed like hours, but must have only been a few moments, they stood together in the small corridor in silence; both transfixed with the other.
"Hello, my name is Draco Malfoy. Are you a new student?" He finally tore his gaze from her long enough to introduce himself.
Hermione flushed red, both from the close proximity and the realization that she really had changed over the summer if her nemesis didn't recognize her. "You know who I am," she said slowly as she stepped back from his embrace.
"Granger?" Draco took a step back as realization hit him.