A/N: I'm rewriting the first several chapters of this fic, because my style has changed quite a bit since I first started it. I hope you guys all like the rewrite!
What Happened?
Chapter 1.
Hermione dumped the contents, all newly bought cosmetics, of a wicker basket, also newly bought, onto the cherrywood surface of her vanity. The summer had brought change, and with change, came a whole new Hermione. Or so Hermione's muggle friend, Shawna, had told her. Shawna had given Hermione a few lessons on 'How to make the guys love you.' Or so she put it. Hermione liked to call it 'Attractiveness 101.' This had more of a ring to it, and sounded a bit more intelligent as well.
"Okay.." She murmured under her breath, looking over the cosmetics spread across the vanity, before turning to search through a few pieces of nice, but still not quite designer quality, clothing. So much to be said for limited allowance. Her parents were dentists, as most people around knew, so she didn't have all that great of one. An allowance that is.
After searching through the clothes a moment, she pulled out a couple pieces, then folded the rest and placed them with the rest of the things in her trunk, already waiting for the long journey to Hogwarts in an hour. She had decided on an outfit yesterday to wear, but Shawna had come over last night to pick a different one out. It was Hermione's last year at Hogwarts, and she still hadn't gone out with any guy other than Ronald Weasley. How pathetic! The truth was, Ron was totally not Hermione's type, according to Shawna, so she had taken over Hermione's wardrobe and appearance issues, and lectured her many a time.
Now, Hermione had settled on a black t-shirt with red roses imprinted on the front, blue jeans, and black ankle boots with a low heel. Hermione didn't mind being short, because she always had been, and that wasn't ever going to change. But just in case of emergencies, Shawna had bought her a wide selection of high-heeled sandals, boots, and formal shoes, which were all of course, safely packed away at the bottom of her trunk.
After putting these clothes on, Hermione sat down at her vanity and sighed. So much for being herself... After a good forty-five minutes, there was silver shadow on her eye lids, with shadowing in the crevice and around her upper eye, dark brown mascara applied to her lashes, with the same color of eye liner Egyptian style, and a light hue of pink on her lips. All together with her summer tan, making her skin a nice golden color, and the make up, she looked much older than she had before. From her third year at Hogwarts through last year, she had looked about the same age, around thirteen or fourteen.
After curling her hair with a simple spell, to make it less frizzed and more curled, she looked her true age! Going to be eighteen on the nineteenth. After finishing up with everything, she snapped her trunk closed, pinned on her Head Girl badge, just above her heart on her shirt, then left her room, her trunk preceding her down the stairs. "Mum! Let's go!" She hollered from the front door, before heading out and putting her trunk in the trunk ((A/N:That sounds a bit funny, eh?)), and getting into the front seat of the car.
Hermione's mom whistled when she got into the driver's seat and and saw her daughter's new, well fairly new anyway, look. "You look very pretty love." She said simply to Hermione, patting her on the shoulder with a smile on her face, before turning and turning the car on ."You're going to have guys asking you out right and left, wherever you go!"
This made Hermione snort with amusement, and cross her arms across her chest, while raising her eyebrow at her mother. "How would you know mum? I'm not all that popular in school. All this does is make me look my age. How new and fresh!" She said this last part with sarcasm, though she and her mom both started laughing after a moment anyways.
As they stopped in front of the train station, fifteen minutes later, and about five minutes to 11, Hermione kissed her mom on the cheek and bid her farewell. The station was jam packed, of course, as she walked quickly down the platforms, Crookshanks clawing away at the cage he'd been locked in since that morning. She ducked quickly through the barrier while no one near enough to see her clearly was looking, and basically ran to the train, two minute to go. She unloaded her trunk and the cage, and hopped up the steps in the train, before setting off down the hall. She heard familiar voices after going down several compartments, and opened the door to the one where the voices had come from.
Ron, Ginny, Harry, and Neville were all sitting in the compartment, chattering about their summers; Harry had gone to stay with the Weasley family after the accident at the end of the school year, and had apparently helped out Fred and George at their shop, or some such. She smiled at the stares of awe she got, mumbled an apology to Luna, who had to wait for Hermione to move out of the way so she could get in, then flashed her Head Girl badge at them. "Sorry guys, but I have to sit in the Head's compartment, it's a newly enforced rule. So, I'll be seeing you later." She didn't wait for an answer before closing the door and making her way through the other students milling through the halls to find an open compartment, and down towards the front of the train.
She stopped in front of the compartment marked 'Heads', and took a deep breath. "Here's to change!" She murmured, then slid the door open and walked in, before throwing a sweeping glance over the inside. "Oh God." She muttered out loud, then slapped a hand to her mouth, and quickly closed the door behind her, put her things away, and sat, averting her eyes from the other person in the room.
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Draco was awakened from his peaceful dozing, which he'd been doing since he got there twenty minutes early, when someone noisily entered the compartment. He almost grinned as he heard a very pleasant female voice mutter something incoherant to his ears, and waited a few moments before opening his eyes. For a moment, the person sitting as far from him as possible, right beside the door, looked very unfamiliar. He looked her over, but when he saw the book sitting on her lap, he pieced things together. Brown, curly hair, short in height, unfeminine clothing, book. "Hermione Granger." He murmured coldly, turning his gaze away from her to the window once more.
Holy shit. Since when has Granger been so damned pretty? He thought to himself, shaking his head, but still turning to look her over once more, she looked up from her book and blinked at him with large honey ringed brown eyes. "What are you staring at, Malfoy?" She asked with a cold tone, without waiting for an answer before turning back to her book.
"I'm not staring at you, Mudblood, not that it's any of your damned business." Draco said snidely before turning to sit even closer to the window, as things started rushing past the window at top speed. There was a muttered 'Okay then' from Hermione, but Draco paid it no mind, and simply stared at the rushing colors, which were actually quite calming.
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After many 'Hello's and hugs and smiles and the feasting, the Gryffindors had received thirteen new students, and Professor McGonagall had announced the newer staff members, though DADA was missing a teacher currently, so there would be a substitute until one was found. After the fest ended, McGonagall clinked her fork against her wine glass, and stood up from the Headmistress' chair. Everyone hushed up as she took a breath and started setting out a few newly made rules, but there was a slight intake of breath when she was about to announce the Heads. Everyone knew that Hermione was Head Girl, but no one knew the Head Boy.
"Would the Head Girl, Hermione Granger, and the Head Boy," Many hundreds of faces were watching the headmistress at this point, "Draco Malfoy, please come up and take a bow." As they did so, with many annoyed glances at each other, Professor McGonagall announced that the students were now dismissed, and their prefects would show the first years where to go.
"As I have always thought that the Heads should not be living with the other students, I have put your things in a separate dormitory. If you would please come with me, I will show you to it." McGonagall led them out through a side door, through many corridors, and up to the fifth floor, where she stopped in front of a life sized painting of a woman with bright red hair, and a grass green eyes, who was silently reading a book. "Choose your password, and then you may retire for the night. You will receive a list of Head activities and duties at breakfast." With that, Professor McGonagall turned and went back the way she'd come, leaving Draco and Hermione alone and glaring daggers at each other.
"Well, what's the password, Malfoy?" Hermione let her hands rest on her hips, and switched her gaze from the painting to the blonde boy beside her. "Does..Nhat Nuca work for you. It's 'red rose' in some language.." She frowned slightly and placed a finger to her chin. "Ah! That's the language.." She murmured to herself, before looking up at Malfoy. "Well, does it work for you, or not?"
Malfoy raised his eyebrow and nodded slightly, shaking his nearly silver hair back and opening his mouth to let out a breath. "Nhat Nuca is fine.." He said this to the painting, the woman in whom looked up with a slight smile, and nodded to them before the portrait swung out, revealing an open doorway. Hermione smiled slightly, but hid it with a faked gesture to fix her hair.
The walls were darkly tinted gold, with silver sheets of cloth to give it a soft look; The floor was dark colored wood, almost black, with emerald green throw rugs here and there. And a set of crimson red furniture, including a sofa, love seat, comfy chairs, and a large recliner, all grouped comfortably around a big fireplace, which was casting shadows around the darkened room. There was a mini kitchen, with stocked cabinets and a refrigerator to the left, and a marbeline staircase leading up to the second floor, where the two bedrooms were, and a large bathroom leading inbetween.
Hermione quickly loped up the stiars and headed into her room, which was quite plain until she walked past the threshold. As her body passed the doorway, the room completely changed, to what she had hoped her room would look like. It was a huge room, with the colors ranging between dark red, to light pink, to light yellow, like a sunrise. The bed was huge, with a canopy draped across the top. "Mm." She squealed in delight, like any girl would with the room of their dreams, and quickly changed for bed. She stripped down and pushed the dirty clothing into a hamper beside the bathroom door, then pulled a dark red night dress on, that dipped softly at the neck to reveal the top of her cleavage, though not enough to make any guy look for too long if one so happened to see her, which she hoped to God wouldn't happen.
As she closed her eyes and muttered 'knox', turning the dim light off, and smiled. The sound of ocean waves coming in and going out soothed her now, just as it had when she'd gone to the beach a couple of times before. It took only a few minutes before she quickly fell asleep to the sound.
A/N: Here's the first chapter, rewritten! I hope those who read the afore first chapter, liked this one even more. And those few new readers enjoyed this one!