Although Harry Potter is somewhat long-gone and ended, I can't help but get giddy and excited when I get to spend a day watching a film with my friends or family. I recently watched the Half-Blood Prince and I was literally so happy and my old fan-girl just escaped. If you're like me...you sometimes tend to get bored of the normal ship of Ron/Hermione (although, who doesn't love them together?). Anyways, I came across this certain Dramione fanfiction that I absolutely adored, but was somewhat scared of because of how aggressive and possessive Draco was in the beginning and towards the end. By the way, I can try to find it and post it here for you all the enjoy, like I did. Anyways, in the fanfiction, Theodore Nott was featured. He played a role as one of Hermione's lovers and friends and I literally couldn't get enough of him. He just seemed so perfect, and JK Rowling didn't really explain Theo's personality or if he could perhaps be compatible with Hermione! This is just an experiment. I'll hopefully finish this one if I get enough reviews.

Wanted

All characters and book itself from which I'm basing my story from all belongs to JK Rowling.

(If I owned Harry Potter, I probably wouldn't be on this site...or yes, yes I would. I'd be happily reading fanfiction while sitting poolside in my 4 million dollar home.)

Chapter One

Hermione Granger took a deep breath as she stepped through the brick wall onto Platform 9 ¾. After she went through, she set down her suitcases and took a seat on the bench by the train tracks. She usually arrived early on the first day, alone, knowing her Muggle parents weren't exactly accepted in that environment. Moments like this, she took the time to reflect on, well, anything, really. No had arrived to board the train yet, so it was quiet.

She leaned back against the bench, breathing in the faint smell of smoke and autumn. She couldn't believe it was already her sixth year at Hogwarts. She began to recall everything that changed since year one.

For starters, Hermione began thinking, my appearance is different. Hermione was never one to care much about the outer core. She definitely wasn't vain. But surely, she thought, growing up means changes. Hermione laughed to herself silently. She was no longer the little bushy-haired girl in her early years. Over the summer, she began to grow out her hair, while also learning new ways to tame her wild curls and frizz. Now, her hair was a dark chestnut brown that fell past her shoulder in long graceful curls. It took some work, but the end results were worth it.

Harry and Ron had changed as well. No longer were they the young boys she once scolded so much. Harry was now taller and more built. His hair was no longer sticking up in every direction; it was now cut shorter and kept flat. Ron, like Harry, gained height and muscle over the years. He still had his love for food and his inevitable ability to be a bugger, but she couldn't help always smiling whenever she was around him.

Ron. Hermione blushed every time she thought of him. It was true that she loved him, more than just a friend. She wasn't sure if Ron really caught up with that thought. But she hoped this year he would realize her true feelings for him; and hopefully return the favor.

Suddenly, Hermione sat up, upon hearing the faint sounds of footsteps approaching. She looked up and saw some excited first years showing each other their pet owls. Caught up with their childish curiosity, she didn't notice someone approaching and walking by the bench she was sitting on. The person tripped over her out stretched feet and dropped numerous books.

"Oh God, sorry, I didn't mean to, um, sorry," Hermione mumbled, while picking up a slightly tattered potions book.

"Bloody hell, Granger. Never thought I'd see you on your knees for me. You know, unless..." a familiar voice drawled while someone sniggered in the background.

Hermione suddenly rolled her eyes and got up from the ground quickly and dusted off her jeans. Her dark brown eyes met a pair of icy blue ones and she groaned inwardly to see Malfoy wasn't alone. He was with his rag-tag posse.

Hermione quickly put on a plastic smile. "Hello Malfoy, Zabini, Nott."

"Hello, Granger," said Blaise with a smirk on his face, "You look pleasantly…different."

"I'm glad I could make your expectations," she replied, voice dripping with sarcasm.

Draco put his hands up in defense. "No, we genuinely mean it. You do look different. After getting rid of your horrendous hair and hobbit fashion…you actually look normal…

Hermione froze. "Well, um, thanks. I guess."

"For a Mudblood," he finished.

Upon hearing that word, Hermione could feel her blood boiling. She shook her head in exasperation. She looked up, biting her lip to keep from cursing. She then turned her attention back to the trio, her eyes ablaze and her jaw locked. "Good one, Ferret. You'd think after what, five years of bitter name-calling, you'd move on, but I guess that's not the case for shallow pure-bloods such as yourselves." She grabbed her suitcases and was about to walk away when she heard Blaise say, "Wait, Granger."

She spun around. Fast. "What? More torment? More belittling? Did it ever occur to any of you that I actually don't care what you say? We only have two more years at Hogwarts. Do you honestly think that you're making much of it teasing one Mudblood? You're all pathetic. And for the record—

"Woah, woah," said Draco, while grabbing onto her shoulders, "Calm down."

Hermione shook him off. "Don't tell me what to do."

"Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you mad. Personally, you're not all bad for being a Mud—I mean, um, Muggleborn wizard. For the record, I never really hated you because of your blood stature. I never really took part in my father's opinion of people. I suppose I was slightly jealous. You're quite intelligent actually. You just surprised us, that's all. You can't just leave 5th year with your bushy hair and horrid clothes and come back looking like that," explained Draco, while nervously rubbing the back of his head.

Blaise nodded in agreement as his eyes wandered up and down Hermione's body. "Yeah, you look hot."

Hermione blushed furiously at their compliments. "You mean that? All of you?"

"Well, I know I do," said Blaise as he went over to Theodore's side. He patted his shoulder. "You've even got Theo choked up…more than usual."

Hermione took this moment to look over in Blaise's direction. She had almost forgotten Nott was standing there. Just like his friends, he had grown too. He was probably almost 6 foot now, just about Blaise's height. His hair was a dark brown that was casually messed up. She had never noticed that his eyes were a darker hazel and his stature was lean and muscular. Now she realized, why he in the so-called "Slytherin Sex God Trio" alongside Malfoy and Zabini. Even though he was quiet, he was still handsome.

"Hello Nott," she said softly, trying to meet his eyes. He was shyly staring at his shoes, trying to look busy. "Have you got anything to say?"

Theo looked up and gave a lopsided smile before saying, "Um, you look great."

She smiled and silently thanked him.

"Hermione!" she heard a voice yell.

She turned around and spotted Ron. Her heart fluttered in her chest, like a butterfly about to take flight. His lanky, built body was making its way towards her through scattered suitcases and owl cages. Before she ran to meet him, she turned towards the 3 boys.

"It was astonishingly a pleasure talking to you three. Do you mind…?"

"No, no. Go ahead. Enjoy your reunion with the Weaselbee."

Hermione gave Draco a cold stare.

"Okay, sorry. No hard feelings. We'll see you in class maybe?"

She nodded, eyes gazing up to meet his sympathetic ones. "I'd like that."

Blaise gave her a quick hug, his hand closely touching her rear and she slapped it away.

"Ow! Bloody hell, woman!" He exclaimed in fake pain, while she laughed.

All 3 boys' stomachs fluttered when they heard that melodic sound.

Theo shyly stuck his hand out to her. She shook his and she smiled at him and whispered, "Of all the 3, I think you're the cleverest."

Blaise and Draco still heard and they silently sulked to themselves, but watched as she walked away with her suitcases to be reunited with her ginger haired friend.

Draco shook his head, in disbelief at what just happened. "Boys, I think I've found the first girl on my hit list."

Eh, it's a start. I'm starting Chapter Two soon, so we'll see how far my imagination will take me in this story. I highly suggest reading Almost Perfect, Almost Yours, if you're a shipper of Dramione like I am. There are hints of TheoMione numerous times also, if that's your cup of tea. Here is the story: s/6699485/11/Almost_Perfect_Almost_Yours

In addition, I based this title off of the song Wanted by Hunter Hayes. I think it will eventually fit the plot of the story...or at least I hope so.

The song is absolutely beautiful. I suggest, if you want a "Hermione" version of the song, go to YouTube and find the Megan and Liz cover of it. Two twins who have an amazing talent for singing.

Also, if you have any ideas of what should happen please help me by reviewing! I would love comments and critique since I'm somewhat new to this.

-Jo Xx