A/N: Another story started without finishing the others? GASP! Yeah, people, I know I have to update my other stories, and I promise you they will all be updated by March sometime. So enjoy this story while I finish writing the others.

Low on Novocain

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. Wish I did. Never will.

Summary: It's seventh year, and Herm looks better than ever. Will a certain dragon get in her way?

Chapter 1: Run-In With a Dragon

It was almost eleven and Hermione was not ready. The train would be leaving soon. She threw some clothes haphazardly into her trunk, but made sure she had all her books (for she didn't want detention), and the many necessary items that went along with being a woman. So, she took her shower, brushed her teeth, and got dressed – all in about five minutes.

"Hermione!" her mother called from the kitchen. "We have to leave or you'll miss the train!"
She sighed. "I know, mother!"

Then she trudged down the stairs with trunk in one hand, wand in the other. She was in a particularly bad mood, and only worsened it by stubbing her toe on her trunk as she placed it on the ground beside her mother's car.

They drove silently to King's Cross. Hermione thought about Ron and Harry, and how they hadn't owled her all summer. And about her last year at Hogwarts and how she was Head Girl. And how she had gotten a tan and some lowlights and was starting to look more womanly. Summer had definitely been good to her.

When they finally stopped, her father helped her out of the car and onto the platform, and then proceeded to hand her her trunk and kiss her on the forehead. Her mother drew her into a tight hug and said, "Oh, Hermione, dear. We're going to miss you. I hope you have a great last year at that school of yours. We'll see you in June! Goodbye!"

Hermione watched as her mother and father drove off without another word to her, and then made her way to the platform. It was unusually crowded. Probably for the better, she decided. And then, Probably first years. She pushed her way past some people and leaned casually on the barrier that took her to Platform 9 ¾.

The platform was bustling with activity. Tons of people stood together in groups or with their families, and tons of first and second years stood around looking scared. Hermione spotted some of her friends and gradually pushed her way over to them.

"Hey Harry!" she said. "Ron, Ginny, Parvati," she added as an afterthought, nodding.

"Hermione! You look great!" Ginny squealed. "How was your summer.?"

Harry and Ron rolled their eyes as Hermione, Ginny, and Parvati conversed excitedly and giggly about their summers. They didn't really care, so they headed to their compartment on the train.

"So, Hermione, meet anyone special this summer?" Ginny said innocently.

Hermione laughed and shook her head. "Naw, I don't think I'll ever be able to get someone."

"With your looks?!" Ginny said. "You could easily get a guy! I'd just about kill to have your looks." Parvati nodded in agreement.

"Do you really think so?" Hermione asked.

Both Ginny and Parvati shouted, "YES!"

Draco stood with Blaise just a few feet away from the Hogwarts Express. He was in a grumpy and daring mood, and knew just who he wanted to bother.

Target sighted. Mudblood Granger just fifteen feet away. Talking with Weaselette and a Patil. He sighed, then dragged Blaise over to where Ginny, Hermione, and Parvati were talking.

"Mudblood," he said loathsomely.

"Malfoy," she said in the same manner.

"How was your summer, stupid mudblood? Off with Potty and the Weasel?"

Hermione was disgusted. "You bastard! God only knows who you've been screwing. Probably almost half the entire student population!"

SLAP!!

"Bitch. Don't you ever speak to me that way again," Draco spat.

Now it was Hermione's turn.

SLAP!!

"Malfoy, you are a prat. You will always be this, therefore, I will speak to you however and whenever I would like. Nothing can stop me. Not even you. So go shove a quill up your ass."

Draco was taken aback. He hadn't known the mudblood had this much courage in her. The bitch was usually stupid coward, afraid to stick up for herself. Apparently, the sun had done more good to her than just a fantastic tan (even he had to admit the mudblood looked pretty good).

"Good-bye, Malfoy," Hermione hissed. And with that, she walked away.

Author's Note: Was it good? It was longer than most of my first chapters, so…I'm not sure. But anyway, only 79 days left of school and 85 days until Pirates of the Caribbean 3. I'm so excited. Plus, July is now my favorite month of the year. HARRY POTTER 7 AND HARRY POTTER 5 IN ONE MONTH!!!!!!!!! Yippeeeee!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, now I've calmed myself. Please review. I get very depressed if no one reviews my stories, so…If you want more chapters, you're gonna have to review.

CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!