Draco was more than usually excited to get the school year stared. For several reasons. One: it was his final year. He would finally be the biggest man on campus. He had gained respect as well as friends. He was completely excited about the last great adventure of his whole high school career. As he pulled a green sweater over his large chest, he breathed outwardly. He stretched out his arms and climbed out of the place he was changing. The train rolled under his feet making his body sway from side to side. Walking down the train aisle he passed several open compartments. He smiled and flashed several 1000-watt smiles at beaming girls of all ages. Collecting his now best friends, the rather overly muscular boys Crabe and Goyle, he made his way directly to a certain compartment. From a few compartments down the hallway he could hear a familiar burst of laughter.
Hermione smiled a gracious smile and flipped her medium length brown hair over her rounded shoulders. She was a beautiful 17 and the head girl of course. She too was looking forward to this year. Here she had her two best friends, Ron and Harry, and a bright future ahead of her. What more could she ask for? This had been a wonderful day. Harry had spent much of his time lamenting about his summer and was just doing a hilarious impression of his cousin when Draco appeared in the doorway. She simply looked up with large brown eyes and turned to look back out the window feeling she had nothing to say to him. She'd let Ron and Harry lay into him if he was annoying.
But he did not speak to Ron or Harry.
"Oy, Granger." His mouth was tight and flat. She graciously turned to look at him prepared for the worst.
"What?" she simply replied scanning him for what else he could say that hadn't stopped being funny years ago. But Malfoy was looking for something on her or around her. Then his gaze settled on her heart where her badge lay.
"Yeah. I thought you'd be head girl." And with that comment, he shrugged and swept off to another part of the train.
Hermione was completely baffled. She actually sat there staring at where he just was, his cape still floating behind him.
"Well that was odd." And she turned to laugh with her best friends once more. Brushing off the small incident.
He had actually intended to say something snide about her hair. But he moment he had caught sight of her, the planned insult was gone. Her hair was not scraggily as it had once been. Or at least he was mostly sure it had once been scraggily. Now it flowed down soft shoulders in delicate brown tendrils that shone in the sun. Her teeth were shiny and white. Her smile was pleasant because pink lips and a soft expression surrounded it. Her eyes, though still full of wisdom, were definitely deeper than he had remembered. They were large and had brilliant tones. A soft black of her long eyelashes outlined the very fine chocolate eyes. He was not ready to meet them. Sitting down, he had not got a good look of her figure but he could see quite plainly she was now finely shaped. At least her skin was clear and soft looking.
He felt the urge that he wanted to test her skin to see if it was lying to him. Like some kind of angel he had read of in a book once.