False witness born down on me

By: hatred violence and cruelty

Chapter 1: September 1

Summary: Mione is entering her 7th year, & she's gone through drastic changes. This difference is catching every mans eye, especially that of The slytherin god himself, Draco Malfoy. But what people don' realize is the secrets that she holds could destroy her & the 1 she loves most. Sucky summary! just r&r

"Hermione, we need to leave!" yelled my mom as I was finishing packing up my trunk.

"I'll be right there!" I yelled back, trying not sound sarcastic, since we had about an hour before we actually needed to leave.

I locked my trunk, and looked in the mirror to give myself a once over. Certainly different from last year. The long bushy hair gone, replaced by straight, silky dark brown hair with maroon highlights that cascaded just past my shoulders. That's not the only change that occurred over the summer either. My figure finally started coming out, and while I'm no Pamela Anderson (some American actress. My cousin is obsessed with :::cough cough::: her), I actually do have some cleavage. I finally learned the meaning of a true tan, so now my skin is a dark shade of brown. And last, my mom finally showed me how to eccenterate my face with just a little amount of make up. So now, I don't look half bad if I do say so myself.

But I don't dress like a lot of the girls at Hogwarts though. Those girls who wear super tight pants and cut off shirts. No, I'm not a slut. I've gone more punk (even though punk is a genre of music, not a style of clothes!). I've got the black low waisted pants, well fitting t-shirts I've got from concerts (the bullits, or the meteors, if you need a band to imagine! A/n). The bracelets adorn my wrists, along with the old school vans on my feet. I sound so American!

"Mione! Get your butt down here! We're going to be late!" my mom screamed at me again.

"Coming." I yelled back.

Hogwarts, thank god. More of a home to me than my real home has. But I'll get to that later.

I miss Harry and Ron so much. Especially Ron. I know what you're thinking. No, not that way. I could never think of Ron that way, even though I know he adores me. I'm not being arrogant either. I just know. I miss him because he is like everything. While I don't love him romantically, I just love being around him. He makes me feel safe. It's so easy to talk to him too.

I finally got downstairs and we climbed into the car at around 10:15. 45 minutes till magic is in my life again. We drove to the train station, and we stacked my trunk on a trolley. I hugged my mother goodbye (my father not being with us).

'Bye mum, I'll miss you."

I went through the barrier, and climbed onto the train, looking for Ron and Harry.

I was looking around, not really paying attention, and slammed into someone very sturdy, and fell to the ground. Looking up, I came face to face with none other than Draco Malfoy. But instead of giving my that damn smirk, he gave a little grin and offered his hand, which I took suspiciously.

"Wow, Granger, you sure have changed." he said as I dusted myself off. He wasn't sneering either. It sounded like a true compliment.

"You too," I responded, looking at him. He truly had changed. He was that short greasy haired ferret of last year. He had truly grown up. About 6'1, he was lean and muscular. He was still pale, but his hair wasn't slicked back, now falling around his eyes. His usual smirk was replaced by a smile, and there was laughter in his eyes. The clothes helped a lot too. His shirt was black, and fit perfectly accenting his abs, and he had on jeans, not too baggy, but not tight.

'Draco, you really seemed to have grown up' I thought.

My thoughts were interrupted by Parvati, who walked up and said, "Mione, heads are wanted in the front compartment. I guess that means you too, Malfoy," she added, Giving him a dirty look.

"Well, Hermione," Draco said, facing me. My name sounded so unfamiliar on his tongue. "I guess we should go up."

As we headed up, I kept thinking, Draco has changed. He kept looking at me and smiling. 'Maybe he has learnt compassion.

These thoughts were quickly disintegrated. Pansy Parkinson walked up to us, and asked "What are doing with this scum?"

I looked at Draco, and he gave me that cold sneer. "I wouldn't walk with the mud blood out of free will if you paid me. We're just going to the Head meeting."

He gave me another sneer, and walked ahead with Pansy, and I stood there stunned.

'This year is certainly going to be weird,' I thought as I followed them into the Head's compartment

Well that's my first chappy. It sucks!!! Don't hurt me! It's my first fic. It'll get way better, I promise. Just keep reading. R&R! I could use constructive critism.