To Many Wishes To Count
Author's Note: I do not own the places, or the characters. Everything, but the plot of this story has been cooked up inside the imagination of J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One: Heading To Hogwarts
I stood surveying myself in the mirror. I smiled. Happy that I know longer looking like a geeky little girl. My once bushy brown hair now fell in loose curls to the small of my back. My body was no longer gawky and childish, but curvy and feminine. My chocolate brown eyes shone with intensity that would rival even Harry Potter's emerald green eyes.
Smiling, I reread the letter sent by Hogwarts over and over again. It listed all of the supplies I would be needing for my seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but it also included another side note, that stated: "Hermione Granger, you have been chosen as Head Girl of Hogwarts". I had been waiting for seven years to read those words, and now that I finally had I felt wonderful. My parent's had been very proud of me, but still I was left with one question, 'Who will the head boy be'? For the note had left out this tiny little detail.
Hearing footsteps moving closer I turned towards the door and said, "Come in!" In walked my mother a smile sparkling on her still youthful face. "How do you always know when someone is planning on coming into your room, Hermione?" my mother questioned with a cheerful laugh. "I head you, that's all," I replied. "Well, I just decided to remind you that we're leaving soon, and you still haven't finished packing," my mother said exasperatedly. This was the second time she had said this now, and it was becoming rather funny. I doubled over in laughter; she just shook her head, and left.
'Well, might as well begin packing,' I thought. Taking out my suitcase I put two black school robes in, my new dress robes, my potions kit, school books, a few muggle outfits, the rest of my school supplies, and lastly my new diary which had a beautiful leather red cover with my name twinkling across it in gold. Each page was crisp parchment, and the lock was not only sealed with a key, but also with magic. I threw in a few spare Quills, and inkbottles. "There, done," I said with a sigh of relief.
Flopping down on my bed I took a moment to rest for packing was a very strenuous chore. "HERMIONE, HONEY!" came the irritated call of my mother from downstairs. I let out a groan, stood, picked up my suitcase, and dragged it downstairs. My father greeted me at the bottom step of the flight of stairs. He smiled, and in his most fatherly tone said, "Honey, you look beautiful!" I blushed, and muttered, "Aw, shucks. Dad you're only saying that because you have to," and then I hugged him. "HERMIONE, COME ONE!" my mother yelled, and honked the horn of the car.
With a laugh, I ran to the front door, and looking over my shoulder called, "Bye dad!" Heaving my heavy suitcase to the car, I lifted it up, and dropped it into the car trunk beside my new cauldron. Shutting the trunk, I looked up and called "CROOKSHANKS! COME 'ERE BOY!" Out of nowhere my gigantic cat came running, I kneeled down, and picked him up. Getting into the car, I shut the door, and looked back at my home as the car started moving.
As soon as the car stopped at "The Kings Cross Train Station" I got out, and removed my suitcase and cauldron from the trunk, while holding Crookshanks tightly. Shutting the trunk with a slam, I heard cars pulling up from behind. Turning around I saw two Ministry of Magic cars. Saying, "Bye mom, love you," hurriedly I lifted my things and ran over to the now parked cars.
Already knowing who was in the car I called, "Ginny! Harry! Ron!" Harry was the first to step out of the car, and I was amazed by how much he had changed. He had grown several inches over this past summer, and was no longer scrawny, but on the contrary well muscled. "Hermione, is that you?" he questioned exasperatedly. So dazed by his looks I took a moment to respond, "Y-yes, it's me," I stumbled over my words ungracefully.
"HERMIONE! YOU LOOK TERRIFIC!" I heard the scream of Ginny sound from behind me. Whirling around I looked at the beautiful, red head, green-eyed Ginny. She was only an inch shorter than myself, now, and her pale complexion contrasted magnificently with her other, bolder, features. She looked as if she could have been a Muggle supermodel.
"Oh, I just love your hair, Hermione! It's so great to see you! I really, really missed Hogwarts, didn't you?" Ginny blabbered on and on. Ron stepped out from behind the first car carrying his own suitcase, and Harry's. He looked great! He was now at least six foot, and was also quite muscled. He gave me a perfect, toothy grin, and said, "Moine? Wow, you changed!"
Ron dropped his suitcases, and we were all hugging before I knew it. Someone cleared their throat from behind us, causing us all to turn face to face with Mr. Weasley, who was now staring at us. "Hello, Hermione! It's nice to see you, but I really must speak with Ron and Harry, it is quite urgent. By the way Ginny, your mother wants to speak to you," Mr. Weasley said.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Author's Note: Okay, how was Chapter One? And also what do you think this should end up being, a Harry/Hermoine story or Draco/Hermoine story?
Author's Note: I do not own the places, or the characters. Everything, but the plot of this story has been cooked up inside the imagination of J.K. Rowling.
Chapter One: Heading To Hogwarts
I stood surveying myself in the mirror. I smiled. Happy that I know longer looking like a geeky little girl. My once bushy brown hair now fell in loose curls to the small of my back. My body was no longer gawky and childish, but curvy and feminine. My chocolate brown eyes shone with intensity that would rival even Harry Potter's emerald green eyes.
Smiling, I reread the letter sent by Hogwarts over and over again. It listed all of the supplies I would be needing for my seventh and final year at Hogwarts, but it also included another side note, that stated: "Hermione Granger, you have been chosen as Head Girl of Hogwarts". I had been waiting for seven years to read those words, and now that I finally had I felt wonderful. My parent's had been very proud of me, but still I was left with one question, 'Who will the head boy be'? For the note had left out this tiny little detail.
Hearing footsteps moving closer I turned towards the door and said, "Come in!" In walked my mother a smile sparkling on her still youthful face. "How do you always know when someone is planning on coming into your room, Hermione?" my mother questioned with a cheerful laugh. "I head you, that's all," I replied. "Well, I just decided to remind you that we're leaving soon, and you still haven't finished packing," my mother said exasperatedly. This was the second time she had said this now, and it was becoming rather funny. I doubled over in laughter; she just shook her head, and left.
'Well, might as well begin packing,' I thought. Taking out my suitcase I put two black school robes in, my new dress robes, my potions kit, school books, a few muggle outfits, the rest of my school supplies, and lastly my new diary which had a beautiful leather red cover with my name twinkling across it in gold. Each page was crisp parchment, and the lock was not only sealed with a key, but also with magic. I threw in a few spare Quills, and inkbottles. "There, done," I said with a sigh of relief.
Flopping down on my bed I took a moment to rest for packing was a very strenuous chore. "HERMIONE, HONEY!" came the irritated call of my mother from downstairs. I let out a groan, stood, picked up my suitcase, and dragged it downstairs. My father greeted me at the bottom step of the flight of stairs. He smiled, and in his most fatherly tone said, "Honey, you look beautiful!" I blushed, and muttered, "Aw, shucks. Dad you're only saying that because you have to," and then I hugged him. "HERMIONE, COME ONE!" my mother yelled, and honked the horn of the car.
With a laugh, I ran to the front door, and looking over my shoulder called, "Bye dad!" Heaving my heavy suitcase to the car, I lifted it up, and dropped it into the car trunk beside my new cauldron. Shutting the trunk, I looked up and called "CROOKSHANKS! COME 'ERE BOY!" Out of nowhere my gigantic cat came running, I kneeled down, and picked him up. Getting into the car, I shut the door, and looked back at my home as the car started moving.
As soon as the car stopped at "The Kings Cross Train Station" I got out, and removed my suitcase and cauldron from the trunk, while holding Crookshanks tightly. Shutting the trunk with a slam, I heard cars pulling up from behind. Turning around I saw two Ministry of Magic cars. Saying, "Bye mom, love you," hurriedly I lifted my things and ran over to the now parked cars.
Already knowing who was in the car I called, "Ginny! Harry! Ron!" Harry was the first to step out of the car, and I was amazed by how much he had changed. He had grown several inches over this past summer, and was no longer scrawny, but on the contrary well muscled. "Hermione, is that you?" he questioned exasperatedly. So dazed by his looks I took a moment to respond, "Y-yes, it's me," I stumbled over my words ungracefully.
"HERMIONE! YOU LOOK TERRIFIC!" I heard the scream of Ginny sound from behind me. Whirling around I looked at the beautiful, red head, green-eyed Ginny. She was only an inch shorter than myself, now, and her pale complexion contrasted magnificently with her other, bolder, features. She looked as if she could have been a Muggle supermodel.
"Oh, I just love your hair, Hermione! It's so great to see you! I really, really missed Hogwarts, didn't you?" Ginny blabbered on and on. Ron stepped out from behind the first car carrying his own suitcase, and Harry's. He looked great! He was now at least six foot, and was also quite muscled. He gave me a perfect, toothy grin, and said, "Moine? Wow, you changed!"
Ron dropped his suitcases, and we were all hugging before I knew it. Someone cleared their throat from behind us, causing us all to turn face to face with Mr. Weasley, who was now staring at us. "Hello, Hermione! It's nice to see you, but I really must speak with Ron and Harry, it is quite urgent. By the way Ginny, your mother wants to speak to you," Mr. Weasley said.
---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- Author's Note: Okay, how was Chapter One? And also what do you think this should end up being, a Harry/Hermoine story or Draco/Hermoine story?