Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters or settings
in this chapter. Unfortunately that also includes Draco Malfoy...but I own
the plot (.
There they were, the two boys she had been waiting to see all summer. Sure she had mailed them a few times but a couple of letters here and there didn't satisfy her. She had traveled all around Europe that summer with her parents. Spain, France, Italy, Germany...she hardly had time to keep in touch. But she had been able to arrange a meeting at Diagon Alley a couple of weeks before term began and she was finally there and spotted her best friends in front of Flourish & Blotts.
"Harry! Ron!" she shouted to get their attention.
"'Mione!" they replied in unison.
She ran to them and after they exchanged a few hugs she smiled at them brightly. "I've missed you guys so much! I have so much to tell you," she said then grabbed each boys' hands in each of her own and squeezed them tightly. 'Finally' she thought, and started getting butterflies in her stomach. She always did when she knew it was almost time to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She had changed dramatically the past couple of years and the new tan and sun streaked hair really completed her look. But her perfect school girl spirit never left her.
"I don't know why you can't be as punctual as you are at school. We've been waiting forever," complained Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted. 'Why can't he just be happy I'm here?' she thought then shook her head. She looked up at Harry and smiled at him. He only returned a faint smile. Suddenly Hermione felt a rush of sympathy flow through her, Harry had just recently lost his godfather, and obviously the pain still lingered in him. She took a deep breath and returned her attention to Ron again.
"Well I had to look good for you two, you could at least show some appreciation Ron," she smiled sweetly.
Ron lifted his eyebrow, and then looked at Hermione up and down. True she did look good, really good actually. Ron then returned his gaze to her face and snapped back to reality. 'What the? Did you just check your best friend of 6 years out? No...just mentally complimenting her... yeah, that's right,' he said to himself.
"When did you become so flirty?" he then asked mockingly to hide the fact he was now slowly turning red.
Hermione chuckled out a small laugh and fixed her purse so it settled more comfortably on her shoulder. "Well, let's get going," she said and led the way into Flourish & Blotts. Her favorite part about beginning a new year: new books.
A young man with platinum blonde hair was walking down Diagon Alley and saw them walk towards the book store. 'Ah, there they are, the Golden Trio, Potter, Weasley and Granger,' he snorted and kept walking but swiftly turned around again, 'Granger? Impossible.' He watched her laugh and bend to adjust her sandal which must have slipped off, while holding on to Harry's arm. Her curly brown hair that covered her face while she was bending down confirmed it was definitely Hermione Granger, except it wasn't as bushy or fuzzy, instead smooth and silky. The blonde young man shook the image of Hermione out of his head. 'Nice hair charm,' he said to himself.
"Draco, we need to get you new robes, your other ones are too short and absolutely not presentable. Draco, you are listening to me?" his mother nagged. She was right though, his last year robes were much too short. He had grown a considerable amount of height during the summer and there was no doubt his shoulders were much broader. He also had a nice toned body; Quidditch was definitely doing him good. He was shaping up to be a total babe magnet, and he knew it.
"Yes, mother," he replied and unwillingly followed her.
There they were, the two boys she had been waiting to see all summer. Sure she had mailed them a few times but a couple of letters here and there didn't satisfy her. She had traveled all around Europe that summer with her parents. Spain, France, Italy, Germany...she hardly had time to keep in touch. But she had been able to arrange a meeting at Diagon Alley a couple of weeks before term began and she was finally there and spotted her best friends in front of Flourish & Blotts.
"Harry! Ron!" she shouted to get their attention.
"'Mione!" they replied in unison.
She ran to them and after they exchanged a few hugs she smiled at them brightly. "I've missed you guys so much! I have so much to tell you," she said then grabbed each boys' hands in each of her own and squeezed them tightly. 'Finally' she thought, and started getting butterflies in her stomach. She always did when she knew it was almost time to return to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
She had changed dramatically the past couple of years and the new tan and sun streaked hair really completed her look. But her perfect school girl spirit never left her.
"I don't know why you can't be as punctual as you are at school. We've been waiting forever," complained Ron.
Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted. 'Why can't he just be happy I'm here?' she thought then shook her head. She looked up at Harry and smiled at him. He only returned a faint smile. Suddenly Hermione felt a rush of sympathy flow through her, Harry had just recently lost his godfather, and obviously the pain still lingered in him. She took a deep breath and returned her attention to Ron again.
"Well I had to look good for you two, you could at least show some appreciation Ron," she smiled sweetly.
Ron lifted his eyebrow, and then looked at Hermione up and down. True she did look good, really good actually. Ron then returned his gaze to her face and snapped back to reality. 'What the? Did you just check your best friend of 6 years out? No...just mentally complimenting her... yeah, that's right,' he said to himself.
"When did you become so flirty?" he then asked mockingly to hide the fact he was now slowly turning red.
Hermione chuckled out a small laugh and fixed her purse so it settled more comfortably on her shoulder. "Well, let's get going," she said and led the way into Flourish & Blotts. Her favorite part about beginning a new year: new books.
A young man with platinum blonde hair was walking down Diagon Alley and saw them walk towards the book store. 'Ah, there they are, the Golden Trio, Potter, Weasley and Granger,' he snorted and kept walking but swiftly turned around again, 'Granger? Impossible.' He watched her laugh and bend to adjust her sandal which must have slipped off, while holding on to Harry's arm. Her curly brown hair that covered her face while she was bending down confirmed it was definitely Hermione Granger, except it wasn't as bushy or fuzzy, instead smooth and silky. The blonde young man shook the image of Hermione out of his head. 'Nice hair charm,' he said to himself.
"Draco, we need to get you new robes, your other ones are too short and absolutely not presentable. Draco, you are listening to me?" his mother nagged. She was right though, his last year robes were much too short. He had grown a considerable amount of height during the summer and there was no doubt his shoulders were much broader. He also had a nice toned body; Quidditch was definitely doing him good. He was shaping up to be a total babe magnet, and he knew it.
"Yes, mother," he replied and unwillingly followed her.