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Just a quick note: I own no characters except maybe a few of my own and the story line.
Also, I just want to say that I don't do negative comments. Read and review please?!
P.S.S: This is my first fanfic, and I don't want people being negative.
And I'm trying a different writing view, so let me know?! I
And I am also changing it so that Voldemort and the death eaters, blah.... are never happening/happened/will happen; some people are just absolute poop talkers and basterds.....
And I'm not very good at spelling either....
O yeah, me again: any ideas you have, like pairings, then let me know.
Chapter One:
You have changed over the summer.
Your hair has smoothed out to soft, curling ringlets, falling nearly to your waste in a lovely, natural chocolate brown.
Your figure, a perfect hour glass, curves in and out in all the appropriate places. You have what you like to call 'Ugly Duckling Syndrome.' This, you have mentally noted, is when you are not pretty in youth, so develop a personality, and then later on in life, get the looks you deserve.
Last year you were the butt of every ones' jokes. Fat, bush, beaver tooth, frowner, were only some of the names you were called, but this year, how they would eat their words!
You see, you are a witch.
Not a stereotype witch, a real, actual witch.
A witch that goes to Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry, in fact.
You are Hermione Granger, and this year, everything is going to change......
On The Train......
You walk up to the steps of the train, struggling with your backpack, suitcase, and pet cat, Cleo, who is straining against your arms, itching to explore the train on a way too long ride to the middle of God knows where.
Why couldn't Harry just meet me here, then he could help me with something......
A strong pair of hands reaches from behind you and lifts the suitcase with ease. You turn around to see who it is, only to crash into a solid, cold chest.
'Sorry..... I...um...... Just sorry' you try to find an apology to satisfy the shaped, raised eyebrow of a tall blonde boy. He grunts in reply, and you snatch the suitcase off of him, totally offended that he wouldn't just take the apology and put a bit more effort into being polite.
You stalk off in the opposite direction, but then sigh as You remember being told to meet your Potions teacher, Snape, in the end compartment of the train.
Just as you are about to dump your stuff in the compartment shelves, a smooth voice calls your name.
'Hermione! Hermione, over here!' You turn, startled, to see two boys enthusiastically waving their arms above their heads. One with a shock of unruly birds nests black hair, and the other with a full head of dark auburn.
The black haired boy was Harry. The ginger boy was Ron.
'How's my favourite girlfriend?' A grinning Harry asks you, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, pulling you towards him.
Yes, Harry is your boyfriend. And he loves you with all his heart.
He proved this when his family didn't approve of you, and Harry wouldn't give you up, so they disowned him. He now lives as a flat mate with Ron, who constantly has his own boyfriends over.
Harry is cautious, happy-go-lucky, tall and strong.
Ron is daring, care free, short-fused and has a cute sprinkle of freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose.
'Hey, don't you have that meeting with Snape to go to, Miss Head of Year?'
You slap your palm to your forehead.
'Oh my god, I completely forgot, thank you Harry!' You have to literally go on tiptoe to give a light kiss before you scurry along to your meeting, being sucked into the flow of the sea of pupils.
The Meeting......
With a little start, you realise you must have gotten the wrong room, as the new boy and Snape were sitting in the end compartment, seemingly having a heated conversation.
You politely wait outside, fidgeting as you resist the urge to knock REALLY hard on the door, as impatience was overriding sensibility and politeness.
Snape's monotonous, sarcastic voice droned from out of the little glass room: 'Come in, Miss Granger, don't dawdle.' You shuffle in.I so hate you, you think, hating the way he talks to you like you're a freaking three year old.
'Granger, meet Mr Draco Malfoy. He will be head boy this year. That means that-'
'That means that I will have to share a dormitory with him, him alone.
I also seem to notice that Draco here seems to be new.
I guess that means I will have to show him around, and will be responsible for him.' You can't help but cut in. You can't take the drawling voice, the raised eyebrows and the mocking shadow in his eyes.
'Yes, Granger, you are correct, as usual. I will leave you and Malfoy to your own devices; get to know each other, seeing as you will spend enough time with together this year.' You inwardly beam with pleasure as you see that he is trying not to explode from your rude interruption. As soon as Snape has left, you sit opposite Draco, study him.
He has a brilliant set of white-blue eyes, grey, when they glinted in the sun light.
He has white blonde hair, and delicate eyelashes, long and very feminine. A body with a lot of defined muscles. The vest top he wears clings to hard chest muscles, which would explain the accident earlier, and shows off abs and arm muscle, ALOT of arm muscle.
He is DEFINATE eye candy, you think, happy to have someone nice to share with and talk to.
'Let's get a few things straight. You call me Malfoy; I don't want your filthy mouth saying my name. When we get to Hogwarts, don't talk to me unless necessary, got it? I don't want a Mudblood like you knowing me.'
And any good image you had imagined about Malfoy in the past five seconds was now crushed and replaced with something a lot more ugly and evil.
I'm going to have SO much fun this year, you think drily, sighing, frowning at the scenery rushing past the window in a flurry of green.
WELL....
This was my first chapter, and my FIRST EVER FANFIC! I hope you like it, please read it, and please give me some constructive criticism.
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