A/N: I'm sorry if this is absolutely terrible, but this is my first Fic. So Review and help the next ones be better!
Hermione
"Malfoy, honestly, what in the name of Merlin are you staring at me for? And close your mouth, you're about to drool."
Hermione had pushed Draco out of her way and made her way to the kitchen. She had changed a lot over the summer, and she knew it. She had no problem parading it around, especially around Draco Malfoy, her enemy since she was eleven. The look on his face gave her a jolt of satisfaction that started every day perfectly.
Draco
Does she have to do this every morning? I should stop staring. I can't, she's so...hot.
"Malfoy, honestly, what in the name of Merlin are you staring at me for? And close your mouth, you're about to drool."
She was right about that. He had snapped back into reality, and found himself once again captured by Hermione's newfound confidence. Who could blame her? If I was a girl who looked like that I wouldn't think twice about showing skin.
He really needed to stop talking to himself. But once again she decided to taunt him wearing practically no clothing. Being the Heads of Hogwarts, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were forced to live with each other. Draco thought the year would present itself with endless opportunities to torture her. He was wrong. By a long-shot.
Reality
Over the summer, the two had received their letters, congratulating them on being chosen as Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts. Dumbledore knew full well not to tell them who the other Head would be. As the train to Hogwarts was about to leave the station, Hermione had said goodbye to Harry and Ron and already made her way to the Heads' compartment, when Draco had come in. A rather disgusted (and disgusting) look on his face.
"Get out of this compartment, you filthy mudblood. Oh. oh, no. You're not– You can't be–"
"Yes, I am. Head Girl. Get over it, shut up, sit down," she placed her book on her lap and lowered her glasses, "and if I hear anything else about mudbloods, I will personally give you a wollop you will never forget."
What could he say to that? Nothing but a short mumble of everything BUT the word Mudblood, and sat himself down like the Head Girl demanded. Something had seemed different about Granger. What has changed about her? Was it her face? Slightly; her face had indeed become more mature, but not too drastically. Just enough to show a change, a pretty change. Her hair, it had been tamed to soft curls and sat in a pony tail on her head. Her figure had filled out as well. She also had taken the liberty to buy clothes that actually fit her. Bravo, Granger, you look brilliant. WHAT?!
Draco had shaken himself from the silly notion of how beautiful Hermione actually was. Although he didn't know it yet, their year at Hogwarts was gong to be an interesting one, to say the least.
Sorry its so short! First story, so review and help make it better!
