Disclaimer for the whole story: If I owned the Harry Potter world, Hermoine wouldn't bo so bookwormish, Harry and Ron wouldn't exist, and there would be a character named Kana fucking Draco. (There is in one of my other stories but we won't mention that)
I decided to try something new and my chapters are going to be fairly short.
Hermoine stepped onto the train and stashed her trunk in the baggage compartment and went to where she was supposed to spend the ride to the school. Here she was, Seventh year, and Head Girl. What she had aspired to be since her first day here in First year. She was such a silly little child back then, and now she was seventeen-a woman. She has decided that she would become the first Minister of Magic.
She pulled open the door to the Heads' compartment and saw none other than Draco Malfoy. His hair had gotten shaggier and had been magicly dyed black, which made his ice-blue eyes stand out more. Her eyes slid down over his body, thin, but not scrawny, there was just enough muscle there, and-Holy Hell-he was in his boxers. She slammed the door shut and leaned against the wall next to it.
The door opened and out walked an girl Hermoine didn't know, wearing an outfit that didn't leave much to the imagination. Draco appeared in the doorway, licking his lips. He was wearing a loose black shirt that buttoned up and tight black pants with black and green straps that hugn off them. Goddamn he was beautiful.
"Well, Mudblood," he said, noticing Hermoine standing there. "I'd offer you a shag, but I don't want to catch whatever disease you Mudbloods carry."
Hermoine snorted. "Oh, please. You'd only be saving me from getting what you and your friends pass back and forth. That I have to say would be a fate worse than death."
"Ooooh, ouch." Draco looked her up and down. "I saw you staring. You've gotten pretty sexy yourself. Whenever you decide you'd rather not waste your virginity on someone ad pathetic as that disgusting Weasly you come see me. I'll gladly give you the time of your life."
"Ha!"
Draco watched her turn and walk away. He noticed the way her hips moved as she walked. She had definitly filled out. Her gross busy hair had taken care of itself and now hung in sleek waves. She had it half up making her look cute and girly without making her look childish. She would be his project for this year. Sweet, innocent, VIRGINAL, little Hermoine Granger. It would be a fun distraction. They would be living together after all. Oh, how he would break her. Whether she liked it or not, he would have her.