Forgiveness
Chapter 1: Changes and Head Boys
Over the summer, things had changed. Hermione was a lot more...expressed, in the sense that she was no longer afraid to show her true feelings. In her past, Hermione had to deal with many hard things, including losing a few friendships.
Flash Back
"YOU DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND! MAYBE, IF YOU WOULD JUST LISTEN, FOR TWO SECONDS RON, I COULD EXPLAIN!"
"YOU DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN! I ALREADY NO! YOU'VE BEEN SCREWING AROUND, HAVEN'T YOU? YOU WHORE!"
"I'm not going to raise my voice at you anymore Ron.If you think, for one second, that I would EVER do ANYTHING like that, than this friendship OBVIOUSLY hasn't taught you ANYTHING about me. About the kind of person I am. It hurts Ron! It hurts, to no that for the past 5 years of my life, you've paid no attention to me and how I feel about you." Tears fell lightly down her cheeks, tears she promised herself she wouldn't cry.
"You no what, you're right. I haven't learned anything about you, nor do I want to." Ron walked up to her and whispered in her ear,"Get over it bitch, we're through." With that he walked away, leaving a crying Hermione crumpled on the floor, unable to think about anything but her anger.
"Hermione?" Harry had entered the common room. He ooked like he had just run around Hogwarts, or flew more likely.
"Oh Harry. It all happened so fast. And-And...I couldn't help but yell! Harry i just can't take it anymore! I'm giving you a choice here, me, or Ron. Because I can't tag along with you with him everywhere. So what is it Harry, what is it?" Hermione was now crying hysterically, clinging to Harry like he was the only thing keeping her from colapsing.
"Hermione I-"
"I knew it. Harry, you don't have to say anything. I'll be going now. It's obvious how you feel...Ron is you're best friend...and you can't just abandon him. But-but, he called me a whore. He accused me of sleeping around! How can you befriend someone so evil, so cold hearted, so-"
"I don't need to hear anymore. Hermione, he's right. You no, you have slept with all of the Gryffindors and Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuff boys in our year."
"HARRY! You no that's because I was dating them at the time. And no, I haven't slept with all the Gryffindors our age. Because I haven't slept with you. And well...I've never dated you."
"And you never will." With a last look of disgrace, Harry walked out of the common room, looking for Ron.
'Shit! Friends...who needs them anyway?'
End Flash Back
Hermione walked proudly towards the Hogwarts express. Her self confidence was at an all time high, and she was ready to pay back Harry and Ron for what they did to her. She walked along the edge of the pavement, next to the train, in her 4 inch black leather boots. Her skirt was about 7 inches long, leaving little to the imagination. Her top was like a black corset with purple ribbons holding it together, except it wasn't painful to wear. She caught the eye of every young man of her age as she swiftly walked by the first compartment door, leading onto the train.
She would wait until Harry and Ron arrived, then she would walk onto the train. Show them what they're missing. She knew that both of them were suckers for a hot body, who cared about personality, looks were all that mattered.
"Hey Harry, check this one out!" Ron said, while pointing at Hermione.
"Hey, what's your name sexy?" Ron purred in her ear(he couldn't see her whole face, so he didn't no it was her)
"Excuse me? Oh...it's you." With that, Hermione stalked off towards the door to the Head Boy/Girl compartment, with a smirk on her face.
"Was that...Hermione?"Ron was flabbergasted.
"Yea I think it was. Wow. She looks good!" Harry began to regret choosing Ron over Hermione...but only a little.
When Hermione finally made it to the compartment, she saw Draco Malfoy sitting by the window, immpatiently waiting for the head girl to arrive. When he saw her however, his eyes seemed to lighten, as he looked her up and down,
"Want a picture? It might last longer than me." Hermione noticed how handsome he had become over the years. Obviously Quidditch had done him a lot of good.
"Well...where's the Head Girl, find her and tell her I'm waiting and I don't have all day." Draco was still very immpatient.
"You're looking at her." She could've fell on the floor laughing at his face when she said that.
"YOU!"
"Yup! Isn't it great? Now we can do some 'quality bonding' ha!"
"Um...whatever. McGonnagal wants a word with you, she's waiting in the last compartment on the left."
"She doesn't want to talk to you too?"
"I already talked to her, since I was on time." He kept looking at her, and even though you could still see the hate in his eyes, there was something else there. Something...different.
She quietly walked to the compartment that Malfoy said she'd be in, put a spell on her skirt to temporarily lower it, and walked in. She saw McGonnagal sitting there peacefully waiting for her, and when she entered, the Professor jumped up and began to give Hermione all the rules of being Head Girl. They were all pretty much the same as the Prefect rules, except that she could take house points, stay out patrolling longer, and she had to share a Dormitry with the Head Boy.
"I'll assume you've met this years Head Boy, since you knew to come here Ms. Granger?"
"Yes Professor...May I ask you something?"
"Make it quick child, I can here some racket coming from the next compartment over."
"Who on EARTH picked Malfoy as Head Boy? And WHY? I apologize for saying this...but he is an arrogant jerk! He will deliberatly take House Points from Gryffindor and you know it!"
"Ms. Granger...I understand your concern...but I'm afraid that I didn't have any say in who was chosen. Now if you'll please excuse me."
She was almost out the door when Hermione interrupted her yet again.
"Then who did choose?"
"Professor Dumbledore!"
"This is outrageous! Let me have a word with him NOW!"
She began to push her way to the back of the abnormally large compartment, where she knew Dumbledore was riding in another hidden room. McGonnagal stop her before she even took one step.
"MISS GRANGER.I may not have had any say in who was CHOSEN, but I can very easily take away your position! Return to your compartment at once! 10 House Points from Gryffindor for rude misconduct!"
The walk back to her compartment was peaceful...although she was fuming with rage. -How could he do this to me! How could he make HIM, that FILTHY POMPUS JERK Head Boy? He knows how Malfoy treats me!-
Back in the compartment, Malfoy was loungeing on the seat with a smirk on his pale face. He had obviously heard her outburst with McGonnagal.
"Have a nice chat?Ha...it sure was a nice chat!'Professor he's a JERK!' Granger I knew you were a suck up...but this? Whats next? Will you be CRYING to Dumbledore when you get stuck on hall duty with me?"
"Don't speak to me Malfoy...I have studying to do."
"How? Term hasn't even started yet!"
"...I just do okay!"
The rest of the train ride was a silent one. No one spoke the entire time. Malfoy just sat there, apparently sleeping, and Hermione was reading her favorite Muggle book:'Little Women'. The silence was suddenly broken when Draco spoke.
"I noticed when you first came in, that your skirt is very short...very."
"And?"
"And aren't you supposed to be setting an example for the younger children at the school? Should you be wearing things like that? And that shirt...it's no better than your "skirt", if that's what you call it..."
"Who are YOU to tell ME how to dress! FINE I'll change!" She pointed her wand at her shirt and within seconds she was wearing a dark red V-neck long sleeved sweater. Even for a sweater, it was still a little revealing.
"Don't you have anything normal?"
"What do you mean? This is normal! This is just about as normal as it's going to get, so you're just going to have to deal with it!"
"Whatever...Your skirt is still-"
She pointed her wand at her skirt and it grew longer by about four inches, making it drastically longer.
"Ok, now that is acceptable."
"Oh, why thank you, HEADMASTER. God..." The rest of the ride was silent, and other than the occasional glance, Draco didn't even acknowladge Hermione's pressence.
The train suddenly pulled to a stop, and before they knew it, they were in one of the Horseless carriages heading towards the school.