Unexpected Changes

Disclaimer: nothing here belongs to me because Harry Potter and Inc belong to J.K. Rowling. Look at me wailing because I don't own Draco Malfoy's tight ass (al though I like him better when he's a bad boy)

Summary: Watch out; step back, because Hermione's back at Hogwarts for her 7th year. Scream in horror and run away because the new Hermione's (slightly) more evil than before. Watch in wonder as our new-and-improved Hermione deals with everyday problems in her own way. Some chapters rated M, most rated T.

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Chapter 1:


Hermione Granger pushed her trolley in front of her, wiping a little tear in her eye. Saying good-bye always troubled Hermione, especially if her parents were involved. And now that Voldemort had returned and Dumbledore had dies, she hoped they wouldn't be targeted because of...her. Their daughter who was the best friend of Harry Potter, the boy who lived. She glanced a final time at her non-magical, muggle parents. Her eyes closed involuntarily, even after 6 years of doing it. She always expected to crash, but every time, and this was no exception, she passed through the barrier and entered Platform 9 and 3/4. Her eyes found the metal red train, and she sighed in relief. Checking the time (five minutes until it left), she hurried toward the train and started towards the beginning of the train, where the Head Boy/Girl compartment was. On her way, she came across Professor McGonagall, who looked a bit agitated.

"Hermione!" she exclaimed in relief.

"I've been wanting to talk to you. I understand that you are the new Head girl, and-"

McGonagall looked furtively around and dropped her voice an octave lower., "I think you should know who the Head Boy is. It's… Draco Malfoy."

Hermione grimaced and looked at the professor pleadingly yet expectantly, "But cant you-"

"-No," McGonagall cut her off.

"I've tried to, but, I can't. He's the second best, is the model student--or so says Severus," she muttered, "and the Hogwarts IS in disarray since…you know. I know that Headgirlship will be a heavy burden, but I hope you can steer Mr. Malfoy into clearer waters. The headmaster had hope for him, and you are the perfect person for it: Persuasive, smart, and capable of everything."

Professor McGonagall smiled at Hermione indulgently, who looked as if though this compliment was as rare as diamonds, which, mind you, it was. Hermione's eyes sparkled with determination as she said,"You can count on me Professor; I'll try my very hardest."

McGonagall looked pleased, and quickly patted her on the back, before moving away and hurrying toward the prefects' compartment, where she would give a speech about the duty and honor of all prefects.

While Hermione walked to the front of the train to the Head compartment, she thought about her summer. She was now a legal adult in the wizarding world and had finally found her true self. If she was to help Harry defeat Voldemort then she couldn't be that shy creature that hid her wit behind books. She had to say what was on her mind and use everything to her advantage. Watch out world, the new Hermione was here!

Before she knew it, was Hermione's hand on the doorknob of the Head Boy/Girl compartment. She waited before stepping in; knowing what lay inside. Determined, she turned the doorknob and found a sullen looking Malfoy inside, his lip sticking out a bit as he amused himself by making the furniture turn different colors.

"Granger," Malfoy said, not looking up. "You're the Head Girl." It was not a question.

"Yes I am, and you are the Head boy," she said lightly. She continued bravely, concentrating on inter-house communication and her new inner self, "Congratulations. I'm glad you got the position."

"Are you really, Granger? Or are you just following McGonagall's orders: being nice? Is it nice to know I feel bad that my plans to serve Voldemort are foiled and that he treats me as dirt? Do you love stuffing it in my face?"

Hermione was abashed, her face red from embarrassment. "Well, I'm glad you didn't follow your father's footsteps, but we're going to be sharing quarters for a year. I think we should try to at least get a mutual agreement."

Draco only grunted.

"Come on Draco, its not easy for me either," Hermione sighed as she plopped herself down next to Draco.

"I don't like leaving my friends behind, and knowing that you organized the attack on Dumbledore doesn't put me at ease, even if you didn't have it in you to kill Dumbledore. Yes, I know the story, Draco," Hermione said softly when Malfoy had wrenched his mouth open in protest.

"How did you get off anyway? You probably used your money and influence again." Hermione rolled her eyes. The compartment was silent. Then-

"Hermione, do you think I'm evil; worthless?" Cinnamon brown eyes met piercing grey ones.

"No, you are not evil, because you do not have it in you to kill someone, and you are not worthless, because every life has value...no matter what your father does or says to you," she said quietly but steadily. The grey eyes shifted, and Malfoy dabbed at his eyes unconsciously with a linen tissue.

"I have no father", and he looked away, his eyes fixed on a point beyond the horizon. Hermione felt sympathy for him, and her hand voluntarily went to his cheek, caressing it. Malfoy flinched, but did not move away. Instead, he stared into her eyes. Her eyes teared, but she didn't stop that fat little teardrop from rolling down her cheek. Hermione wiped it away, and embraced him lovingly like a mother. Draco had never felt a touch so tender as hers. When one of her warm fingers stroked his cheek, he remembered no one who had ever done that. His mother, always the social-druggie, acted stiff towards him, and he knew she held no room in her heart for him or Lucius. It had been an arranged marriage after all. Moreover, he hadn't cried since he was five, and then he had been beaten because of it. He then had known that he must never disobey his father. However, the most surprising came at last, when Hermione, the mudblood, the muggle, the one he had insulted for 6 years, embraced him, as a mother with her duckling, no matter how ugly it was. Then he knew deep in his heart that that would be the only place he would ever feel safe again.

Hermione transfigured a small bed from one of the two banks, and let him lay there. He was very cold with clammy skin, pleading eyes, his face a mask. She gently pried his fingers off her, and smoothed the bed for him.

'Obviously shaken by physical contact,' snickered her inner self.

Stop that! The poor boy, never been loved. No wonder he is so nasty.

She locked the door as Draco slept dreamlessly and went to find Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Neville. She didn't notice her tear-streaked face until she passed a mirror. She cleaned herself up, although her eyes still had a red look to them, and went on in her search. At last, she found them.

"Hi guys!" she shouted cheerfully as she swung the compartment door open.

Whatever she had been expecting, it wasn't this. Harry and Ginny looked like they were glued together, as did Neville and Luna, though more discrete. Her eyes fell on the uneasy form of Ron, and her inner self laughed as she saw his queasy look.

"Ah, Hermione, I'm glad you're here. They were making me sick. Though, we could just... follow their lead" trailed Ron off as he looked hopefully at Hermione.

Hermione laughed at the new-and-improved self-confident Ron. Ron saw the opening of her mouth and took his chance. He closed his mouth on hers and started kissing, tugging her into a more uncomfortable position so that Hermione sat on his lap. She felt something underneath poking her, but decided to pointedly ignore it.

"WONWON!" somebody shrieked suddenly, and everyone turned to stare. Lavender was there, looking furiously, while Ron quailed under her furious stare. (Harry in the meantime had noticed Hermione's arrival and kicked himself mentally for not locking the door).

"Is there something wrong, Lav-lav?" Hermione asked innocently, though the sarcasm could be heard within a mile. "I mean, he obviously broke it up with you, as he seems busy with me. But tell me," Hermione asked snidely, "did Ron get snogging lessons from you, because I swear he got worse?" She smiled maliciously at the furious figure. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. O well, It's probably some quotation from that fraud Trelawney. Ron, doll, I have to go. I mean, someone has to rescue me from your kissing attempts. Horrible, MUCH!"

And with that, Hermione swiftly left, leaving behind a star-struck crowd, which had its moment of silence before everyone instantly whispered about the new-and-improved Hermione. Ron and Lavender however were both red from embarrassment and anger. Everyone in the compartment looked like guppy fish, with their mouths just opening and closing without a sound. Hermione smiled brightly to herself as she led her way through the crowd and back to her and Draco's compartment.

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AN: And, how did you like our slightly Evil!Hermione? I've always wanted to make her a bad girl. I actually found this story while I was looking in my Documents. Leila (wow, I mention her a lot, but she's my sounding board to bounce ideas off) said it was good, so, hey, what the hell.