"My Silver Lining"
By: Anonymous139
Chapter 1
A New Approach
"Hermione!?"
"Ron! Oh my goodness you've grown so much! I feel like a midget now!"
It was true too. He grew much taller than Hermione. His hair, which he brushed often to the side, now covered his eyes. It gave him this scruffy and messy look. His muscles slightly bulged through his semi-tight maroon shirt. He looked disheveled but it made him look cute all the same. It looked like he had some abs, but I couldn't really tell.
"Look at me? Look at you my god! It's a totally new you!"
I blushed. Wearing a tight-fitting black tank top and some snug jeans that showed off my new, impressive curves, I could tell by the way Ron gawked at me that I looked bloody hot! My chestnut, bushy, mid-back hair was now replaced by straight, shoulder-length hair that now moved easily and freely unlike before. Ron's eyes scanned downwards from my chocolate eyes to my torso. My breasts were now fuller and a C in bra-size. His eyes moved even further down. My hips were absolutely perfect, not as big as Pansy's though. My stomach was toned and flat from all those tango lessons I've been taking. My skin now looked creamy and slightly tanned from the beaches and sports. My legs became long and slender, no longer scrawny like before. After about checking me out for a quick minute, he spotted Harry.
"Harry! Over here! HARRY!"
I spotted Harry behind me kissing Cho hungrily. They've been going out for so long, everyone's gotten used to Cho and him being lip locked. PDA is nice, but too much made me gag. I trotted over to him, trying hard to hold in my breakfast. But a part of me wished I had someone to do that with. I quickly pushed those thoughts out of my head.
"Harry! How've ya been this summer? You didn't write to me much. Forget about me did you?"
Harry, having stopped kissing Cho, now had is arm over her shoulder. They looked so cute together. His hair looked messier than ever but gave him that I-don't-care- look. He now had contacts that revealed his stunning emerald eyes. His muscles were slightly smaller than Ron's but he had the abs Ron could or couldn't have, but they were definitely there. He was wore a white thick-strapped tank top covered with a navy blue overcoat accompanied with slightly loose jeans. He looked pretty good if I say so myself.
"Of course I didn't forget about you! I've just…um…been busy that's all. Anyways…"
"Oh no you don't! Why didn't you write to me? I only got three letters from you. Ron sent me like fifteen!"
"Hermione…please just listen…" he said as he pulled Cho to the side and told her to wait for him there.
"I've been thinking of ways to celebrate our first year anniversary. I know how Cho is about these things and I wanted to surprise her. Plus, with Dudley constantly bothering me, doing anything has been hard. I'm sorry Hermione."
"Hey Harry…it's alright I didn't mean to make you feel bad. I should be sorry. Anyways, what have you thought of so far?" I said gleefully.
Just as Harry was about to say, none other than the Sytherin Prince himself came sauntering up.
"Well if it isn't the 'Terrible Threesome'. Quite the change in appearance Granger. What were you aiming for? Pansy's level? Or possibly lowering yourself you Weasley's status?"
Ron's ears turned red. Just as Harry was about to retort, I stopped him.
"I got this one." I whispered
"Glad to see you noticed Malfoy. I'm quite surprised a pureblood checking out a muggle-born."
"Don't flatter yourself, Granger. I happened to notice as I walked by. Your kind isn't even worth a thought." He sneered.
"Flatter myself? Oh please Malfoy, you of all people should talk. Thinking you're so irresistible. If anyone is flattering themselves, it's you" I spat as I stepped up to him gazing at his piercing pale-blue eyes.
"That's where you're wrong Granger. I am irresistible. No woman has been able to keep her hands off of me. I'm even surprised I don't see you drooling at my feet. My very presence should have you bowing down."
"Sod off you insufferable prick!"
"Fine! Being in your very aura sends shivers down my spine."
"It's nice to hear that I had such an affect on someone." I said smoothly.
And with that, he turned, his robe swishing swiftly, and was off. But don't think for a second I didn't look him up and down at least twice. Almost everything on him was larger than Ron and Harry's. He had bigger muscles, more apparent abs, and larger arms. He had silky platinum blond hair than ended just above his eyes. But his eyes were different. They were a gorgeous pale-blue almost silver pool of deep liquid. I almost melted when I saw them but kept my ground knowing that those beautiful eyes belonged to nastiest soul. Suddenly breaking my chain of thoughts, I heard a high voice yell my name.
"HERMIONE!" a girl that grew drastically over the summer with wildly bouncy curls ran over to me, nearly knocking me off my feet.
"Good to see you too, Ginny! I love the curls! When did the change happen?"
"A month ago. Talking about changes, you look spectacular!"
I blushed for a second time. Ginny, wearing royal blue, hip hugging jeans and a baby blue turtleneck looked so beautiful. Her eyes were a shimmering light brown with a little bit of mascara. Everyone noticed the change in her, including her boyfriend of four months, Seamus smiled with pride at his hot girlfriend strutted her stuff. But stubborn Ron didn't know when to quit! He quickly got between Seamus and Ginny. Ginny shooting Ron an evil glare continued her conversation with me.
"So? Are you head girl?" Ginny asked with suppressed excitement
"Yes I am and I couldn't be happier! My parents are equally happy and probably the proudest they have ever been. The last time I saw them so happy was when I got accepted to Hogwarts!" I exclaimed with much enthusiasm.
"Congrats 'Mione! I knew it was going to be you all along!"
"Thanks, Ron!"
"Yeah! No one matches wits with out very own Hermione Granger!"
I chuckled softly.
"Thanks Harry and you too Ginny. Are you head boy Harry?"
"Nope, not me, but maybe it's Dean. He's really smart. Or maybe even Terry!"
"Yeah…maybe"
Deep inside I knew it wasn't Dean or Terry. It was Malfoy and I was positive. He and I have always been competing for top spot in Hogwarts, me always coming out on top. But there was not a single doubt in my right mind that it wasn't Malfoy. My eyes scanned the platform. I saw Lavender wearing even more revealing clothes; I saw Neville, and Parvarti. I also spotted Pansy hanging all over Draco. I nearly barfed up what I ate in the last 3 weeks. It was the most disgusting sight! He quickly pushed Pansy away and headed onto the train, followed by his goons, Crabbe and Goyle. I then decided it was time to get on the train.
"Come on guys, I wanna get good seats."
We sat in our booth, Cho, Ginny, Ron, Harry, and I, quickly chatting away. Harry and Ron involved themselves with quidditch, exchanging strategies and tips. Cho, Ginny, and I on the other hand talked about what we did over the summer. Cho went to Italy but she didn't enjoy it much since she was sick. I told both of them about America, explaining that it was where I got my makeover and a whole new closet. I told them about the music and fashion and the tango lessons I've been taking. Them seem very fascinated with the fact that I could dance. The he walked in.
"Granger, Dumbedore requests your presence."
He left as swiftly as he came. I excused myself and followed Malfoy, taking in more of his features. Now that I was closer, I noticed how really built he was. He was slightly taller than me but tall enough to look down at me.
"Ah, Miss Granger! Pleasure you could join us. It's good to see you.
"The same here headmaster." I replied as I sat across from Malfoy. He looked so calm…so collected.
What is he thinking? He's changed though, but not by much. Wow, he is really hot! Whoa! He's so not hot! He's…well…Malfoy!
That doesn't mean he's not hot! Look at those muscles…those arms! God, what he could do with those!
Stop thinking about this! I refuse to think about Malfoy being hot! Just shut up!
I don't want to think about him either but those stunning blue eyes make you melt don't they, Hermione?
NO! They make me shiver with anger!
Or shiver with excitement…ohhhh…Hermione's daydreaming about Draco! oooooh…
SHUT UP!
As I was mentally arguing with myself, I didn't notice Malfoy checking me out.
Bloody hell she's fine. What?! No, I cannot think about her and her big breasts or her slender curves…or her silky legs…or…no! STOP! STOP! STOP!
Admit it Draco! You think a muggle-born is hot!
No I don't!
Yes you do!
NO I DON'T!
Denial is the first step…tsk tsk…
Shut the HELL UP!
What would your father say? Hmm?
SHUT UP!
As Dumbledore spoke, both of them jumped and made eyes contact for a split second, both thinking the same.
She's so hot…NO!
He's so hot…
NO!
They turned their heads awkwardly to Dumbledore and listened.
"I'd just like to inform you both that being heads is-"
His sentence was cut off with screams.
"WHAT?!" we both exclaimed in unison, starting at each then to Dumbledore with complete befuddlement.
Just as I thought….stuck with Malfoy…yay…HER?! Head? Well, I honestly shouldn't be surprised. She is the smartest witch of our time. But I'll never admit it…
"Yes, why do you think I called you hear? As I was saying, being head is a difficult task, even for the two of. That is why I am insisting that you two get along, for the better of your positions." He said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Now your first task is to organize the Halloween ball. I want the plans two weeks before. That should give all of us enough time to prepare. I trust you both will cooperate and set a good example for your fellow and lower classmates?"
"Yes headmaster." We said once again in unison.
"Good. Now you should both change into your school robes. We will be arriving school. Good day."
I bid the headmaster a farewell when a certain someone blocked my way.
"Malfoy, if you would move out of the way, it would be greatly appreciated." I said through clenched teeth.
"Never would I ever take orders from dirty blood!" he spat.
"I want manners if that is possible."
"It wasn't and order, number one, and number two, if you gave me hell through the years, why should I be polite to you?"
"Because I'm pureblood and your filth! I want to hear those magic words." He said smugly
I chuckled to myself and took out my wand slowly enough so he could see what I was doing.
"Humph, the only magic words you will hear," I said slowly pointing my wand at his chiseled chest "are the words that will send you flying out of the train and out of my way. Choose."
I spat persistently.
He sneered and walked away.
Hmmm…I'm getting good at this.
I gathered my robes and changed. I talked with Cho and Ginny some more of what happened. They seemed no more surprised than I was.
"I knew he was going to be Head Boy. Either him or Harry."
"Why didn't you say anything?"
"Why should I? I knew you knew already and Cho already knew too. She told me when you left. There was no point in saying public when Harry and Ron were there."
She had a point so I dropped it. We all sat in our usual spots on the Gryffindor table. The sorting hat ceremony began. We got about 21, Sytherin 20, Hufflepuff about 17, and Ravenclaw exactly 29 students. When the cheering ceased, the plates of food appeared at the table and without a word, everyone ate. I looked around; the room filled with laughter, stomach's being filled, I was so happy to be back. Dumbeldore called our attention and announced the normal rules, the prefects, then and the heads.
"I'd like to tell all of you who head boy and girl are this year. Head boy is Draco Malfoy of Slytherin."
He stood up and polite claps were head from everyone but the Sytherin table that were cheering, clapping, hooting and such.
"Our head girl is Hermione Granger of Gryffindor."
The same thing with me; polite claps, hoots, cheers, and such were heard when I stood up.
After the feast, Dumbldore escorted us to our dorms.
"We're sharing dorms?!"
"But why?!"
"Now now you two, it has been a tradition, and just because you two refuse to get along doesn't mean the tradition shall be broken just for you. Now hush it and follow me."
We followed him silently until he stopped in front of a picture of two maidens with a unicorn at the edge of a pond.
"Your password is Souers, meaning 'sisters' in French."
With that the painting swung open. I gasped loudly at the sight I saw. The room was humongous! It had a blue sofa with two armchairs all facing the fireplace that lit afire as we entered. There was a bookshelf that lined the whole wall, a chessboard with two blue chairs, a large table and four blue chairs, and two doors, one had a picture of a snake and the other a lion; obviously our rooms.
"Your stuff is already out for you. Remember what I said on the train about you two. I expect it to happen."
And with that he left leaving Malfoy and I still standing at the room. Malfoy was first to break the awkward silence.
"It's not that amazing Granger so you could shut your mouth now. Something might just fly in."
He sniggered and headed to his room. I glared at him and eventually made my way to my own room. It was even more beautiful as the living room. There were three doors. There was one with a picture of a showerhead representing the bathroom, the entrance door, and the door with my closet. My four-poster bed set at the back facing the entrance. It was red and golden, of course with four gigantic pillows. The drapes were slightly sheer with a gold lining. I opened the closet door and my clothes hung in there neatly. My shoes were also neatly lined up. I grabbed my bathrobe and headed to the bathroom. I was in need of a very long bath…
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My room was nothing special. It was silver and green with probably the same layout as Hermione's room except with different colors. As I said, nothing special. Nothing really amazed me anymore, except for how much more beautiful Hermione became over the summer. I sat down at the oak desk they had given me and took out my journal. It was made out of black leather and with the dark green snake on the cover. It had a green spine with Malfoy written vertically in silver. I opened the journal only to see blank pages. Another spell I used to ensure my privacy. I knew how nosy my father was. I muttered the password. It was my favorite mythical creature.
"Basilisk."
Then letters come flying onto the pages revealing my very thoughts and secrets. I turned to a blank page and thought of everything. My magic quill quickly wrote everything. I thought about the train ride, head duties, my father, and of course, Hermione. I thought about how I yearn to just grab her and hold her forever. I thought about how I wished she were with me and how hot she was. My final thoughts were how much I wanted her to care about me too. However, fearing rejection and humiliation, I refused to say anything. The was y acted was just a cover up but it pained me. It pained me for almost two years. I heard the water running in a bathtub and smelled the sweetest fragrance. My cold, and quick shower would have to wait.
I went to the couch and sat there, looked intently into the fire. Deep in thought, I didn't even hear Hermione come in the room and call my name.
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I sat in the bath, inhaling the sweet aroma of pure bliss and relaxation. I forgot about school, grades, and best of all Malfoy. But the more I thought about forgetting about him, the more I did think about him. I thought about how unbelievable hot he was; how his smirk, which I thought I hated, made me smile to myself; how his eyes made me melt, and how I wanted him to hold me.
This can't be true. I can't possibly be thinking about Malfoy. Maybe I have feelings for him. Never!
Hermonie…it's time you faced the truth. No more games. You care about him. You think he's exceptionally hot. You love how protective he is about his women. You love everything about him, Hermione! Please…just accept it.
He won't feel the same way…I should just stop now.
You don't know that! Just…well…try flirting…or being nice to him…just try something!
I don't know…
NO! Go now! Get out and go talk to him about being friendly!
I can't…
BLOODY HELL!
I'll think about it…
You are right now! That means go!
I got out and dressed lightly. I put on a loose tank top and some cherry pajamas. I brushed my teeth and took a deep breath.
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I have to tell her. I can't hold this secret forever. I've held it too long. I don't care anymore. It'll be a passing dream.
Hey…you never know. As the saying goes…every cloud has a silver lining. She could care about you too. Let's just hope. If it does work out-
It probably won't ya know.
Said the pessimist. Now just be brave and tell her how you feel. The longer you keep this secret, the more it will eat inside of both of us.
"Malfoy? Malfoy…? MALFOY!"
I jumped as I turned to see who yelled at me. It was her; the girl that has caused so much happiness and pain in my life. It'll now be over.
"Are you alright?"
"Why should you care?" I retorted.
No! Apologize; this is not a good way to start you nimrod!
"Sorry. Yeah, I'm alright you? Why are looking at me like that?"
Hermione just stared at me. A look of utter confusion and happiness.
"I can't believe it. Do you really mean it?" she asked surprisingly.
"Yes I mean it. Just don't make a bug deal about it. Unless you'd like me to take it back?"
"No, no, it's just…"
Now's your chance!
"I have to talk to you," we said in unison for the third time in one day.
I smirked my trademark smirk; also my sexiest.
"You wanna go first? Or me?"
"Ummm…you."
"Ok…well…"
I can't do this
"I was thinking…about what Dumbledore said on the train. And I decided that we should at least decent to each other. Maybe if we're lucky, we won't kill each other."
I wasn't sure but I think I saw a little bit of disappointment in her eyes…it was like she liked me too…
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Apart of me wished he said he liked me…
Who the bloody hell am I kidding…Malfoy…the person who hates muggle-borns more than anyone I've ever met…what the bloody hell was I thinking…I shouldn't even be thinking these things…I have a bloody boyfriend…but then again…we're growing distant. I shouldn't even like him…god…why does he have to be so hot?!
Just give him time…
NO! I won't give him time for something he doesn't feel…I don't care anymore…
"That is a good idea. We'll try that out."
Malfoy nodded and headed into him room. I let out a very, very heavy sigh, and leaned back down on the couch. I should get some sleep. I got up and headed to my room. But I really did wish…
Then someone knocked on the door.
"HARRY! RON! GINNY! What are you guys doing here?"
"Well, we wanted to see your new dorm and we wanted to check on you. Just to make sure Malfoy didn't do anything to you. Wow…nice place" Ron said stepping inside.
"Guys, please, I think I can take care of myself. But yeah, thanks for checking."
"Hermione, we all know what your capable of doing physically, mentally, and magically. But still, know that we're all here to have your back if he does anything to you…"
"Yeah! And kick his arse while we're at it!"
I laughed and invited them in. I put on my best smile and sat down on the couch. We all talked a bit then they left. I was physically exhausted. I changed into my nightgown; it's semi-tight, red silk, spaghetti-strap dress that goes about mid-thigh. It was a bit revealing, but since no one was supposed to see me in it, it didn't matter me. I slipped under the cover and let the heaviness in my eyes drift me into sleep.
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I nodded. I hated my self for not telling her, but I just couldn't bring myself up to it. The fact of it would just have to eat me up for a while…her eyes looked so disappointed…but she showed no emotion…me being trained at blocking all my emotion from showing to my face and eyes from my father helped to show Hermione that it hurt not to tell her. I stripped down to my black silk boxers and dragged my feet to my bed. I fell onto the bed and stared up. I thought about her smile and how I envied Krum for being with such a beautiful goddess. He didn't deserve her! Never have I even heard Hermione talk about how great he was or how he got her anything. If she were with me on the other hand, she would gloat about how great I was! But I didn't know this; maybe Hermione wasn't that kind of a person. These thoughts troubled my mind until I fell into deep sleep.