It was just three days before the 7th years would board the Hogwarts Express. Hermione's thoughts drifted throughout her years at the wonderful School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Her thoughts then focused on her past summer in America. Hermione had thought about moving to the States after she graduated, so her parents let her stay with her cousin in New York. Her cousin, Kathryn, who was 19 was so excited to see her. Kathryn was a party girl, and was absolutely gorgeous. She decided that Hermione was going to loosen up a bit and have some fun before school. Kathryn and Mione had been super close until she went to Hogwarts. They wrote each other, Kathryn wasn't a witch, but she knew all about witchcraft and stuff because of Hermione.

The first change was Hermione's look. It was too plain, and boring for her age. They had a major shopping spree with the money her parents gave her for the trip. She got tighter clothes instead of baggy sweaters and such. Mione had to be herself, but they just updated her look a bit. After the shopping, the next thing to change was her hair. They went to a salon and had straightened. They stylist also gave her product to tame her hair while she was at school. Her hair now hung below her shoulders and was in soft waves with a few ringlets throughout. She had added high-lights and low-lights to enhance the color. She also got side swept bangs that were absolutely adorable. Now with her updated wardrobe, they had to work on her attitude and self-confidence. Hermione was pretty much hott in most everyone's opinion, but she didn't believe them. Kathryn wanted to show her that she could be pretty&outgoing, and still be the bookworm, know-it-all. Kathryn had Hermione go to clubs with her and hang out with all her friends. They taught her all she needed to know about boys, clubs, being outgoing, how to use her hotness to her advantage… and street smarts. All of Kathryn and Hermione's guy friends wanted Hermione, but she wanted true,-deep,-head-over-heels,-once-in-a-lifetime,-only-in-story-books,-love, not just a fling. That was her goal for her 7th year, to find that guy. But she knew that even with all her new clothes and skills, she would still have to study as hard, if not harder, as usual. She didn't become Head Girl for nothing! Head Girl—right, that leads us to the beginning of this quest.

Diagon Alley


Hermione accompanied by her muggle parents set off to buy Hermione a present for becoming Head Girl. The one thing Hermione wanted was an owl. She always felt guilty about borrowing Hedwig all the time. Her parents had agreed to an owl only if she promised to write them more often. Mione walked into the shop and at once spotted the perfect owl. He stood out among all the rest. He was all black, but had one bright red feather on its right wing. His eyes were icy blue and piercing at just a glance.
A/N—anything in italics are thoughts.
Those eyes… they seem so familiar. Like I've seen them so much, but I can't place them. I'll think about it later.
Hermione's parents purchased the owl that Hermione had named Hoot. Hoot went back home with Mione's parents while she wandered around. Hermione's thought once again wandered from school, friends, the past summer, who had made Head Boyher letter hadn't said, her new appearance, what Harry and Ron were going to say, all the books she needed and Hoot's all too familiar eyes. When she finally came out of her trance, she had ended up in Flourish and Blotts. This was her favorite store in all of Diagon Alley and she quickly started browsing. Through one of the bookshelves the owner of those familiar icy gray eyes were staring intently at her, but when she looked into them the next second they were gone.

September 1st – Hogwarts Express – Platform 9 & ¾

Hermione had already said her goodbyes to her parents and was looking for the Heads compartment. She had to meet her fellow Head and the Headmaster before the rest of the students arrived. Hermione was thinking about the Head Boy. She hoped she knew him and he was cute! Harry couldn't be it because he wasn't and prefect, and Ron didn't have the grades to make it. The only person she could think of that matched her intellect was -----

"Malfoy?!" Hermione questioned right as she entered the Head Compartment.
"Hello to you too, Granger." Draco coolly replied. She sat down to ponder this new discovery and had failed to notice the lack of snide remarks or use of his horrendous nick-name for her. Both Heads were lost in deep thought and didn't even notice the Headmaster appear until he cleared his throat to get their attention. Dumbledore congratulated both of them, told them about the standards, rules, responsibilities, and jobs for the next year. He also told them about their dorm and to come see him after the feast. Neither one was really paying attention but lost in thoughts of each other and surprising they were not plotting to kill the other.

Draco's thoughts
Granger, Wow. No surprise that she was made Head Girl. I still can't believe how she has grown over the past years. She had really blossomed. Her tan legs went on for days. Her blouse was tight and her hair had finally seemed to flatten out. Her face was always intriguing. It had this look of innocence and softness, but was still strong and courageous, just like any other Gryffindor should be. She didn't need makeup but the lip gloss made her lips pouty and kissable. Kissable? WTF?! Nvm. Anyway… when she said Malfoy, her voice wasn't full of hate or malice like it usually was, but confusion and mixed emotion. What was that about? Mixed emotion? Weird. There was something else in her eyes. But what was it? It was hidden and was there for only a brief moment.


In the bookstore I realized that she was so interesting to me. Her face was scrunched up in concentration but was still angelic. She has always been different from the other girls. The rest of them would throw themselves at me, but instead of trying to kiss me, she punches me. She almost broke my fucking nose too! I still can't get over that. No girl has ever punched me. EVER. She was independent and she didn't need anyone to protect her. She didn't even need Potter and Weasely. They need her. They would've died in first year without her. But when I think back to that moment, I remember feeling like I wanted to protect her from the world. I wanted to hold her and never let go. But that was only a moment. It can't be real. Haha. Never. Right? But it doesn't even matter. She will always hate me. I've been a total jackass to her the last 6 years. She'll never know the real me. I can start being me now though, since Father died. Thank God! He was the worst father ever, and mother and I are glad he's gone. Now I don't have to hate everyone because they are muggle-born or half-bloods. I mean everyone's blood is red, so who cares. I never really cared about that, but if Father would have found out that I didn't care, I would have been in too much trouble to even think about. I probably wouldn't be here now if he knew where my true loyalties lied.

Hermione's thoughts
Malfoy?! This is an outrage! Well not really. He is the smartest male at Hogwarts and he is a prefect. Harry and Ron will freak. They better not kill him. Wait, what? Why would I care if they kill him… It's not like they'll really notice much anyway. They have been all buddy-buddy and secretive since last year. Not even one owl from them the whole summer. But Draco – huh. Draco?! No No No. I mean MALFOY. Right. This is the horrid ferret –sexy ferret- no. arrg. And his breath taking eyes. HOOT. Those are the eyes. The mysterious eyes are on the hott body or, …, what? Hott body. HERMIONE. What are you thinking? Comon. He is the enemy. Atleast that's what Ronald would say. But is he really a Deatheater? Everyone thinks he is. Bad boy, that's sexy. AHHHHH! WHAT?!?!?!!? Honestly… Why is he all angry? This is the part in Draco's thoughts about his father… his face is all clenched and concentrated…Hott. NOT AGAIN!!
Arguing with herself below…
Don't even say that I think he is completely, and freakishly more sexy than usual when he is concentrating!
I didn't.
Good.
But not that you mention it, he so is!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

Neither Head had noticed that the Headmaster had already left. They both didn't feel like leaving the compartment. Hermione didn't want to deal with the now 'Golden Duo', and she didn't know where Ginny would be. She and Ginny had become quite close over the last few months. They had written to each other non stop over the summer. They were almost like sisters. Draco with his 'friends.' Now he really didn't have any, except Blaise because he refused to join Voldie. Blaise was the only one he could trust. The silence was finally broken after half an hour. "Truce?" Hermione asked.
"Huh?" Draco responded breaking out of his thoughts.
"I said 'Truce?' If we're going to be working together, we are going to have to get along. "
"Ya, sure. Truce."
"Really?" She asked shocked.
"Ya, is it that surprising?"
"Well, kinda. You usually would laugh in my face and call me a 'dirty little mudblood.'" Draco had winced at the word 'mudblood'. Hermione noticed but shook it off.
"People change." Was all he said and then opened a book.

Those two words left Hermione utterly confised. She had so many questions. Change? How? What happened? Is he a deatheater? Why did he wince when I said 'mudblood'? No name calling? And why does he look so damn attractive when he reads?!
The last question was pondered the most.