Chapter 1
Hermione rushed to get onto the Hogwarts Express. "I'm never late, I'm never late," she told herself, as she shuffled onto the train just in the nick of time. She walked into the student's cart and brushed down her hair. "I look like a lion's mane gone wrong." She looked at her thick, auburn curls in the reflection of a nearby window and patted them down. She straightened out a small wrinkle in her black, cotton skirt. She covered her navel with her scarlet and gold horizontally striped sweater. "Where are Harry and Ron?" she asked herself, tapping on the car door to her left.
"What?" asked a male voice from inside. Hermione slid open the door to see Draco Malfoy --her, Ron, and Harry's number one enemy-- standing up, walking over to the door. "What?"
"I was just looking for.."
"Your little boyfriends, Weasel and Pothead?" Draco finished for her. "They are down at the very end. Now get."
Hermione took a looked in the cart. She saw Draco's two followers Crabbe and Goyle. Also, she spotted Patty, Draco's ex-girlfriend, or that is what Hermione thought. She could never get any guys like Patty did. Patty had an exotic look to her. She was beautiful and she knew it. Hermione finally looked up at the blonde haired boy. He had grown at least four inches over the summer. He was turning out to be a handsome young man. She saw that his button-up shirt was unbuttoned four buttons down. She could see his pecks and part of his abs.
All of a sudden, he bent down and whispered in her ear. "Take a picture, it lasts longer, Granger." The famous mischievous smirk crawled onto his face. Blushing, she turned and walked down to the end of the cars.
She slid the door open. Inside she saw her two best friends: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She smiled big when they saw her. "Hermione!" the sixteen year old boys. Harry had spent the majority of the summer with Ron; hanging out, relaxing, and obviously getting a bit of a work out also Hermione noticed. Harry had gotten taller. He was at least six inches taller than Hermione was. Ron was not far behind him. Ron had lost his little boy face. His "new face" was much more attractive. He looked like he was at least twenty, instead of the measly age of sixteen. Hermione smiled. The two boys attacked her with hugs.
"How was your summer?" Harry asked. He pulled back. Ron was still stuck to Hermione. Harry cleared his throat. Ron stiffened up quickly and stepped back next to Harry.
"Nice to see you too, Ron," Hermione smiled. She noticed that Harry's voice had gotten much deeper, much sexier, much more manly. She looked up and saw that Harry's glasses were gone. She automatically looked down around her feet and the boys' feet. "Don't move."
"Uh, Hermione, what are you doing?" asked Ron, not moving a muscle.
"I'm looking for Harry's glasses. So don't move, you might step on them."
Harry smiled, "Oh, no need. I got contacts."
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle…err….aunt!" Hermione looked up and stepped closer to him. She could smell his cologne. It made her weak in the knees. She snapped back to reality and looked into his eyes, darting from one to another. "Very nice, Harry." She pushed her way through the guys and sat on one of seats in the small cabin. Ron and Harry followed, both sitting across from her. "How did your summer go?"
"Fine," the boys said in unison. "We went to the Quidditch World Cup, again. It was the Chudley Cannons against the Falmouth Falcons. It was a brutal game." Harry said.
"It was bloody awesome," Ron blurted, stuffing a chocolate frog in his mouth.
"Who won?" asked Hermione. Ron began to unwrap another chocolate frog. Hermione snatched it out of his hand before he could put it in his gaping, chocolate-filled mouth. She stuck out her tongue at Ron before she crammed it into her own mouth.
"Uh, the Cannons, duh. Who else?" Ron said sarcastically. Hermione let out a small laugh.
"What about you, Hermione? How was your summer?" asked Harry kindly.
She sighed and slouched in the seat. "It was boring. Nothing too exciting happened."
"Well, you should have came with us to the Quidditch Cup!" twanged Ron.
"I would have, but I got grounded."
"Grounded?" A deep voice came from outside the cart. "Miss I'm-So-Perfect Granger got grounded?" The door slid open and there stood Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" raged Harry. Ron began to pull out his wand, ready to use it at a moments notice.
"Oh, I'm just here to give Granger a picture," he sneered.
"What?" asked a puzzled Hermione. Draco pulled a Polaroid picture out of his, obviously brand-spanking new, black robe. He handed it to Hermione, who took it with great caution. She flipped the picture over to discover it was Draco. He was leaning against the wall that lined the walkway of the train. He had on the same outfit Hermione first saw him in. His shirt was completely open this time, exposing his perfect upper half. After she surveyed it, which didn't take long, she stuffed it into her bag. She looked up at Draco and met his cool, gray eyes.
He smirked, winked, and nodded at Hermione. "Good bye, Ladies!" He slammed the door shut leaving Hermione and her two male friends. They sat across from her staring at her.
"Well?" asked Ron. "What is it a picture of?" He reached for her bag, but Hermione was too quick. She reached it before he could and stuffed it behind her.
"Nothing. It's…a…err…dog."
"A what?" asked the boys in unison.
"It's a picture of a little dog. When I was walking to our cart, we had a little conversation and I said that he reminded me of a dog," Hermione lied.
"Well, can we see it?" asked Harry.
"No!" snapped Hermione. "I mean, no," she said quietly.
"Whatever," replied Ron, taking out the newest edition of The Quibbler.
Hermione stared at Ron. "The Quibble? When'd you start reading that?"
Ron began to say something, but Harry cut in. "He started because of Luna." Harry smiled and looked at Ron, who in turn, glared back.
"Luna? Luna Lovegood? Loony Luna?" Hermione said in astonishment, with a slight smirk.
"Yes," Harry replied happily. "They've been "talking" for a few weeks." Ron still glared at Harry and then at Hermione, awaiting her reply.
"Luna.." Hermione said with a sign. "Honestly Ron.." Before she could finish her sentence, the newest edition of The Quibble came flying past her head. She looked down at her watch. "Well, we should be at Hogwarts pretty soon. I'm going to go ahead and get my robe on." She stood up, and pulled her raised skirt down. Harry looked up her legs. Beautiful, smooth , creamy white skin was all he saw. His muse was interrupted with a black robe over the wonderful, stunning legs he had just noticed.
Hermione rushed to get onto the Hogwarts Express. "I'm never late, I'm never late," she told herself, as she shuffled onto the train just in the nick of time. She walked into the student's cart and brushed down her hair. "I look like a lion's mane gone wrong." She looked at her thick, auburn curls in the reflection of a nearby window and patted them down. She straightened out a small wrinkle in her black, cotton skirt. She covered her navel with her scarlet and gold horizontally striped sweater. "Where are Harry and Ron?" she asked herself, tapping on the car door to her left.
"What?" asked a male voice from inside. Hermione slid open the door to see Draco Malfoy --her, Ron, and Harry's number one enemy-- standing up, walking over to the door. "What?"
"I was just looking for.."
"Your little boyfriends, Weasel and Pothead?" Draco finished for her. "They are down at the very end. Now get."
Hermione took a looked in the cart. She saw Draco's two followers Crabbe and Goyle. Also, she spotted Patty, Draco's ex-girlfriend, or that is what Hermione thought. She could never get any guys like Patty did. Patty had an exotic look to her. She was beautiful and she knew it. Hermione finally looked up at the blonde haired boy. He had grown at least four inches over the summer. He was turning out to be a handsome young man. She saw that his button-up shirt was unbuttoned four buttons down. She could see his pecks and part of his abs.
All of a sudden, he bent down and whispered in her ear. "Take a picture, it lasts longer, Granger." The famous mischievous smirk crawled onto his face. Blushing, she turned and walked down to the end of the cars.
She slid the door open. Inside she saw her two best friends: Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. She smiled big when they saw her. "Hermione!" the sixteen year old boys. Harry had spent the majority of the summer with Ron; hanging out, relaxing, and obviously getting a bit of a work out also Hermione noticed. Harry had gotten taller. He was at least six inches taller than Hermione was. Ron was not far behind him. Ron had lost his little boy face. His "new face" was much more attractive. He looked like he was at least twenty, instead of the measly age of sixteen. Hermione smiled. The two boys attacked her with hugs.
"How was your summer?" Harry asked. He pulled back. Ron was still stuck to Hermione. Harry cleared his throat. Ron stiffened up quickly and stepped back next to Harry.
"Nice to see you too, Ron," Hermione smiled. She noticed that Harry's voice had gotten much deeper, much sexier, much more manly. She looked up and saw that Harry's glasses were gone. She automatically looked down around her feet and the boys' feet. "Don't move."
"Uh, Hermione, what are you doing?" asked Ron, not moving a muscle.
"I'm looking for Harry's glasses. So don't move, you might step on them."
Harry smiled, "Oh, no need. I got contacts."
"Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle…err….aunt!" Hermione looked up and stepped closer to him. She could smell his cologne. It made her weak in the knees. She snapped back to reality and looked into his eyes, darting from one to another. "Very nice, Harry." She pushed her way through the guys and sat on one of seats in the small cabin. Ron and Harry followed, both sitting across from her. "How did your summer go?"
"Fine," the boys said in unison. "We went to the Quidditch World Cup, again. It was the Chudley Cannons against the Falmouth Falcons. It was a brutal game." Harry said.
"It was bloody awesome," Ron blurted, stuffing a chocolate frog in his mouth.
"Who won?" asked Hermione. Ron began to unwrap another chocolate frog. Hermione snatched it out of his hand before he could put it in his gaping, chocolate-filled mouth. She stuck out her tongue at Ron before she crammed it into her own mouth.
"Uh, the Cannons, duh. Who else?" Ron said sarcastically. Hermione let out a small laugh.
"What about you, Hermione? How was your summer?" asked Harry kindly.
She sighed and slouched in the seat. "It was boring. Nothing too exciting happened."
"Well, you should have came with us to the Quidditch Cup!" twanged Ron.
"I would have, but I got grounded."
"Grounded?" A deep voice came from outside the cart. "Miss I'm-So-Perfect Granger got grounded?" The door slid open and there stood Malfoy.
"What do you want, Malfoy?" raged Harry. Ron began to pull out his wand, ready to use it at a moments notice.
"Oh, I'm just here to give Granger a picture," he sneered.
"What?" asked a puzzled Hermione. Draco pulled a Polaroid picture out of his, obviously brand-spanking new, black robe. He handed it to Hermione, who took it with great caution. She flipped the picture over to discover it was Draco. He was leaning against the wall that lined the walkway of the train. He had on the same outfit Hermione first saw him in. His shirt was completely open this time, exposing his perfect upper half. After she surveyed it, which didn't take long, she stuffed it into her bag. She looked up at Draco and met his cool, gray eyes.
He smirked, winked, and nodded at Hermione. "Good bye, Ladies!" He slammed the door shut leaving Hermione and her two male friends. They sat across from her staring at her.
"Well?" asked Ron. "What is it a picture of?" He reached for her bag, but Hermione was too quick. She reached it before he could and stuffed it behind her.
"Nothing. It's…a…err…dog."
"A what?" asked the boys in unison.
"It's a picture of a little dog. When I was walking to our cart, we had a little conversation and I said that he reminded me of a dog," Hermione lied.
"Well, can we see it?" asked Harry.
"No!" snapped Hermione. "I mean, no," she said quietly.
"Whatever," replied Ron, taking out the newest edition of The Quibbler.
Hermione stared at Ron. "The Quibble? When'd you start reading that?"
Ron began to say something, but Harry cut in. "He started because of Luna." Harry smiled and looked at Ron, who in turn, glared back.
"Luna? Luna Lovegood? Loony Luna?" Hermione said in astonishment, with a slight smirk.
"Yes," Harry replied happily. "They've been "talking" for a few weeks." Ron still glared at Harry and then at Hermione, awaiting her reply.
"Luna.." Hermione said with a sign. "Honestly Ron.." Before she could finish her sentence, the newest edition of The Quibble came flying past her head. She looked down at her watch. "Well, we should be at Hogwarts pretty soon. I'm going to go ahead and get my robe on." She stood up, and pulled her raised skirt down. Harry looked up her legs. Beautiful, smooth , creamy white skin was all he saw. His muse was interrupted with a black robe over the wonderful, stunning legs he had just noticed.