Hello Lovelies! I don't think I'm continuing the series Gryffindor Princess, as I didn't really know the plot for it, but for this one.. I do. Anyway, this will really heat up I promise! I know exactly where I'm going with this story. By all means, read on! Enjoy!
Chapter One.
It was a well-known fact Hermione Granger could not fly. She may have been the cleverest in her year, but flying was almost an impossibility to her. This angered her more than she liked, as it was something that could only be developed naturally, not read about in a book. What did it matter? It wasn't like she was planning playing with the Chudley Cannons for a career, in fact she was certain that Healers at St Mungo's were not required to fly at all. With her last year approaching, Hermione was content with the fact that the final O.W.L's weren't worth worrying about with all the reading she'd done over the summer. That's what she thought, anyway...
As Hermione arrived to board the Hogwarts Express, that feeling of happiness swept through her. She was glad to get away from her home as her parents had been constantly reminding her how she shouldn't be in her room reading when she could be outside enjoying the sunshine. She hadn't had one days peace all holiday, until now. To add to her happiness, she would be seeing her friends for the first time in just under two months. Ginny had called her many times over the holiday, as her father was practically overwhelmed to have a muggle phone in the house. The two gossiped most nights till late hours, and often Ron had cropped up in the conversation. It wasn't long after he and Hermione had split, but Ginny was always re-assuring Hermione how she didn't need him, and how she really didn't think he was her type anyway. This made Hermione feel a lot better, and when she spotted the two red-heads in the midst of the crowd- well it wasn't hard to see them was it?- she didn't feel awkward in the slightest to weave through the students and run to their smiling faces.
"Ginny!" Hermione cried, clearly glad to see her best friend again.
"Hermione!" She laughed, pulling her into a tight hug. "We have a lot to talk about," she said placing two hands on Hermione's shoulders, before hugging her once again.
Ginny had matured a lot over the summer, and Hermione found and unexpected friend in her recently. Ginny always looked good, but this year she looked better than ever. She'd dyed her auburn hair to a smouldering red, which resembled a bed head look, hanging loosely to just above her waist. Hermione had recommended some muggle products to her, and she was more than delighted when they gave her hair the volumous look she was going for. The red did wonders for her eyes. Ginny's eyes were always a beautiful sky colour, and could show so many emotions it was hard not to get lost into them. Her skin was pale and marble-like, but she'd began to wear a very well matched foundation that hid her freckles. Her long eyelashes were coated in mascara and she wore a winged eyeliner that she was teaching Hermione how to perfect. Her lips were always full and gleaming, but she'd toned it down this year with a matte pink, not too bright but enough to compliment her colouring and give her a natural look.
"How can you possibly have anything left to talk about?" Ron began, as the two girls looked over to him smirking. "You practically broke the bloody phone, you used it that much!"
Ron glanced over to Hermione, and she felt her heart drop. Ron and she had been such good friends, and one simple mistake nearly wrecked it all. He gave her a light smile and Hermione sighed, giving him a smile back.
"Good to see you, 'Mione," he said, holding out a hand.
"You too, Ronald," and she took his hand lightly shaking it, before she pulled him into a hug, patting his back like a sibling would do.
They laughed and then pulled away. Hermione was glad to have things back to normal.
"Not interrupting anything, am I?" called a familiar voice.
"Harry!" Hermione announced, before turning round and hugging him too. He looked a little taken back by this, but never the less hugged her back.
Hermione stood backwards, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, before looking over to Ginny. She didn't have much expression on her face, but you could see she wasn't at all upset by Harry's presence. He and Ginny had not quite made it to the relationship stage, and in deciding it would be better if they didn't, left their acquaintance in the friend zone.
"Great to see you Ginny, you look... great," Harry said in a calm voice, whilst giving Ginny a light friendly hug.
"Not looking so bad yourself, Potter." She laughed it off, but Hermione could tell that really, maybe it was better that they were only friends.
"Oi Potter," Ron called, "Don't forget me!" He laughed as he and Harry shared a tough bear hug before returning to his original space.
"Now that your romance is over," Ginny mocked, "I suggest we board the train. That is unless you two would like to stay here, myself and Hermione would happily appreciate the extra space in the cabin. Who knows who will join us."
She winked at Hermione and they two turned away their heads trying to hide their laughter.
"Don't be so ridiculous Ginny, you're not old enough. Don't do anything stupid this year or you know i'll have to tell-" Ron was cut off.
"Mum, yes I know. And please? Not old enough? I'm merely one year younger than you, and living with three or four brothers on and off has taught me enough to write a book on sex." She, Hermione and even Harry laughed as Ron shifted uncomfortably, before they all boarded the train.
Once they had found a suitable empty cabin, Hermione and Ginny seated on one side of the room, whilst the two boys fell into the other chair relaxing. They looked practically adult like for once, Hermione observed. Ron sat in the corner with one leg up on the chair resting his arm on his knee. He wore not too skinny black jeans, which fell into a pair of brown ankle boots. His red Chudley Cannons shirt hung loosely out of his belt, but hugged the muscles he'd acquired from Quidditch training over the summer. Harry looked similar, wearing a pair of brown brogues, denim fitted jeans and a navy polo shirt that stretched over his muscular arms. Both of them had grown a little facial hair and were fairly easy on the eyes.
"Harry's looking.. well, isn't he?" Ginny whispered to Hermione as the boys started laughing and chatting.
"I have to admit, both Ron and Harry have definitely bucked up their appearance this year," Hermione said in a lowered voice, and the two girls smirked at each other.
"Well, at least we're not going back there again. No matter how good they may look. Ron's still a git," Ginny began, rolling her eyes as Ron burst out laughing with a snort, "And Harry.. Well he's just too goody goody. 'The Boy Who Lived's Girlfriend' doesn't really appeal to me."
Hermione nodded in agreement. "I know what you mean," she said, glancing at the two boys who were now throwing digs at each other testing their strength.
Ginny relaxed back into her seat, crossing her legs and folding her arms. She let her head roll to the side as she stared out the window. "You know, after being with Harry, I've admittedly become a bit of a thrill seeker," she contemplated.
Hermione couldn't help but laugh, and covered her mouth politely. Ginny rolled her head to face her and grinned herself.
"I'm serious Hermione!" She cried, "All I've wanted is for a bit of excitement in my life. A bad guy, you know what I mean? Someone mysterious, tall, dark, handsome.."
Hermione couldn't believe what she was hearing. She grabbed Ginny's arm and pulled her out of the cabin into the hallway.
"I'm sorry I think I just laughed out all the air in that room," Hermione steadied herself holding onto Ginny.
"Oh come on! You know it'd be fun. You've got to live this year out Hermione, and you may aswell enjoy it. I say," Ginny lowered her voice whilst speaking, "We have a bit of fun this year."
Hermione rolled her eyes, but giggled with Ginny all the same.
"Okay," she said, "Okay fine. If this had come from anyone else, I would've said no, but from you! We'll I don't need much persuading."
The two girls linked arms and walked up and down the corridor, laughing and giggling. They'd dropped in a few cabins to say hello to old friends, and had just closed Lavender Brown's cabin door when a pair walked towards them.
"Wouldn't of recognised it was you, Granger, but I was sure I could smell mudblood out here," that familiar voice drawled.
Ginny and Hermione stopped laughing as they came face to face with Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini. Hermione hadn't changed that much over the summer. She'd grown her hair out down to her waist, and it fell in mermaid like curls. She'd been able to keep the frizz down with a new spell she'd learnt whilst reading in the holiday. She had made minor alterations like plucking her eyebrows, whitening her teeth etc. but nothing too drastic. She wore a well matched foundation which covered the little blemishes she had, mascara, a medium blusher which emphasized her angular features and a nude lipstick to give her a natural look. That day she wore a cream bowler hat on her head to shade her from the July sun, and a white loose vest that allowed just the right amount of cleavage to be shown. Puberty had been kind to her and allowed her to fill out into a goddess shaped body that she was vey thankfull of. She paired this with some lightwash skinny jeans that hugged her ample legs beautifully, and a pair of nude sandals. Ginny too had worn something similar, wearing a grey loose vest, showing a little more cleavage than Hermione, tucked into some distressed Levi shorts, a cream blazer and cream ballet pumps. Her Quidditch training had blessed her with a skinny, to die for body that Hermione admired.
"Actually, I was sure I could smell ferret out here," Hermione said, narrowing her eyes, "But it must just have been your cologne."
Ginny snorted, before looking over to Blaise, who was eyeing her up and down, focusing on her legs.
"Something the matter, Zabini?" Ginny spat, raising her eyebrows waiting for a response.
"Nothing at all, Ginevra," he purred, a smirk now playing across his face.
Hermione knew Ginny hated being called Ginevra, and by the way her face grew red, she gathered that it wasn't going down too well.
"I've heard there's a lot more Quidditch games this season, and the amount of times we play Slytherin, well let's just say you won't be smiling when we whip your asses," Ginny smiled, and animated her voice.
"I could think of a few other things I'd like to whip," Blaise laughed and Malfoy snickered as they shared the innuendo.
"You're not the only one," Draco agreed, looking Hermione up and down, his lips curled into a smirk.
Hermione felt herself grow uncomfortable, but looked out of the window next to them to act as though she wasn't bothered.
"Well fuck me, haven't you two matured?" Ginny snarled sarcastically.
"Don't tempt him, she-weasel." Ginny glared at Draco, before taking Hermione's wrist and dragging them past the two of them.
"They don't look so bad from behind too, eh Draco?" Blaise said, loud enough to make sure they heard.
Hermione practically screamed when they reached their cabin, but Ginny just collapsed into her seat with a small grin on her face.
"Of all the idiotic, big-headed, cocky, good for nothing, unreasonable, prat like, immature-" Hermione began listing, pacing back and forth, glad Harry and Ron had gone to find something to eat.
"Oh come off it Hermione," Ginny interrupted, laughing a little.
"You're not actually saying you enjoyed that, are you?" Hermione cried, a look of astonishment on her face.
"Well, it was only the usual. A pathetic argument. But all the same, at least we know we look good," Ginny said, trying to be reasonable.
Hermione fell into the seat next to her, sighing. This was not the Ginny she was used to.
"What on earth changed you Ginny?" Hermione said, shaking her head.
Ginny simply laughed, but Hermione stared at her with concern. She rolled her eyes at Hermione and nudged her with her elbow.
"Hey, we're having fun this year, right?" Ginny pressed on, knowing she could convince Hermione.
"Whatever, Gin." Hermione sighed, leaning back into the seat and giving Ginny a serious look. They both couldn't help but laugh, and as the train came to a halt, Ron and Harry returned looking flustered.
"What's got into you two?" Hermione frowned, looking at them both.
"Have you seen the girls this year? Bloody hell, talk about sex on legs-" Ron began, gazing dreamily down the corridor.
"It's nothing," Harry rushed, before grabbing his and Ron's suitcases and shoving him out the cabin.
Ginny and Hermione stared at the spot they formerly stood in, their jaws practically touching the floor.
"Sweet Merlin and all things holy," Ginny whispered.
"Firs' years, this way!" Called Hagrid from outside the train.
Hermione and Ginny snapped out their trances, grabbing their suitcases and leaving the cabin.
"Just our luck," murmured a familiar voice.
Draco and Blaise were stalking behind them as the walked down the train corridor.
"Go and fuck a prostitute, better yet, where's Pansy?" Ginny shouted, as she and Hermione hurried down the corridor.
"Probably shagging yoru ex, or even your brother," Draco called after them, before they stopped dead in their tracks.
Ginny and Hermione glanced at each other to both see they had the exact same expression. Pansy Parkinson? Sex on legs? What is going on this year!
"Shocked, Weaslette?" Blaise whispered as they stood behind the two girls.
"Let's just say I have a feeling this year has plenty more surprises to come," Malfoy purred, and winked at Hermione.
The four jumped off the train and parted separate ways. Hermione and Ginny clambered into a carridge with Luna and Lavender, whilst Draco and Blaise hopped into the one infront of them, staring at the girls before they were out of sight.
"I'm starting to like this year already," Ginny whispered to Hermione so Lavender and Luna could not hear.
"It's definitely, different.." Hermione said unsure as to whether she wanted to agree with Ginny.
The carridge set off down the long track, Ginny gabbing with Lavender and Luna about their summer, and Hermione sitting in the corner, merely saying a word.
A/N: If you still can't picture the characters, I found some inspiration pictures.
Harry: Images from his Esquire photoshoot.
Ron: Images from his Nylon photoshoot.
Hermione: Images from her Bowman photshoot.
Ginny: Images from her Dirrty Glam photoshoot.
The song inspiration for this Chapter was thought by me but if you have any better suggestions please do mention in your reviews!
Showstopper - Brandon and Leah.
What I'm about to tell you,
Is gonna turn you on your head,
Cause you gotta' understand,
Uh huh, Uh huh.
You see me as a failure,
Cause I'm cleaning up your mess,
But I look hotter in that dress,
Uh huh, Uh huh.
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Show stopper, Show stopper.
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Show stopper, Show stopper.
No, No, Oh,
You don't know me like you think you know me,
Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm a show stopper.
Hey, Hey, Hey,
Don't you treat me like a door stopper,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Show stopper, Show stopper.
If you think you like me,
Let me hear you say you likey,
Let me turn you on your head,
Uh huh, Uh huh.
You're all up tight and mighty,
Let me cut you down to sizey,
Like your a piece of toasted bread,
Oh my god.
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Show stopper, Show stopper.
No, No, Oh,
You don't know me like you think you know me,
Oh, Oh, Oh, I'm a show stopper.
Hey, Hey, Hey,
Don't you treat me like a door stopper,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Show stopper, Show stopper.
I'm gonna get you, I've got to go,
And when I get you,
I'll let you know,
I've got to forget you,
I'll let you go.
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Oh my, Oh my, Oh, Oh my god,
Show stopper, Show stopper.