J.K Rowling owns everything.
Basically this is a story of about Hermione and Draco. Hermione lets loose this year, and Draco comes back from the summer completely changed. With these two people mixing, comes problems, chemistry, and maybe some romance. But why has Draco changed? And why is he acting so different towards Hermione? Let's find out shall we?
As Hermione Granger stepped onto plat form nine and three quarters, the butterflies in her stomach started to flutter violently. It was her seventh and last year at Hogwarts School of Witch Craft and Wizardry. She couldn't believe that time had flown so fast and now she was travelling to Hogwarts as a student for the last time. This year had to be perfect, she thought. I'm going to remember this year for the rest of my life, she confirmed to herself with a small nod. Turning to her parents, she gave them a glowing smile. She turned to her mum first, who promptly burst into tears as she tackled her daughter into a hug that would make Hagrid proud.
"Oh mum, please don't cry! I'll write every week, and I'll be home for Christmas. It's only three months away. You won't even realize I'm gone," Hermione mumbled to her mum, turning slightly pink when her mum let out a whale and burst into a new round of tears. "Besides, you've got dad her to keep you company."
"Oh Mione, I'm going to miss you so much! And nonsense with letters once a week. I want more than that, at least three times a week, no less" says her mum with a small laugh and a watery smile. "Oh, and remember, brush twice a day! You don't want cavities and gingivitis ruining your last year do you? Study hard too, like we always say, your brain is a gift, so you have to keep it up and running well."
Giving her mum one last hug, she hugged her dad, "Daddy, I'm going to miss you and our morning runs. But I'll run as often as I can in the mornings, if it doesn't get in the way of my studying time. Don't you worry, I'll get top marks as always, and trust me, there will be so much to tell you about when I come home for Christmas, so don't miss me too much. Just look forward to seeing me soon."
"Mia, I love you too, almost as much as my daily runnings," her dad says with a smile, telling he was joking. "And no need to reassure me about those high marks, because I know that you could get those grades with your eyes closed, so there's really no need for you to read. Kidding Jean, I'm kidding," he said when his wife made a cry of protest and elbowed him in the ribs. "I look forward to seeing you, and write, like your mum said."
With that, Hermione gave both her parent's one last hug, and walked away. After her parents left, her eyes scanned the crowded platform for that certain shock of red hair that was bound to turn up. Ahah, she thought as she spotted him, "Ron! Ron? Over here! Wow, haven't you grown? What are you now, 6'1?" She squealed in surprise when he picked her up off the ground and wrapped her in a bear hug. After her let her down she said, "Yea, you may have grown in height, but you sure haven't matured."
Laughing, Ron grabbed her arm and dragged her towards the train. "Come now Mione, Harry's waiting for us in our compartment, we can talk then."
In the compartment sat Harry, who seemed to have grown taller too, but not as tall as Ron; Ginny, Luna and Neville. Hermione greeted everyone and sat down next to Ginny, who was sitting extremely close to Harry, and seemed to be getting cozy with him. Smirking to herself, she realized Harry had come to his senses and finally returned Ginny's romantic feelings towards him. When she sat down Ginny turned to her and gave her a peck on the cheek and a large smile, "Hello Hermione! It's so great to see you! How was your summer? It was a shame you couldn't come to the Burrow and spend a week or so with us. Harry stayed the whole summer. You sure do seem different. You look beautiful, not that you weren't beautiful before, it was just in a different way, not that noticeable, not so," Ginny's ears were turning red as she stumbled over her last sentence, trying to figure out the best way to word it.
Putting a hand over Ginny's she laughed and said, "It's alright, I know what you're trying to say, and thank you. I just changed my hair a bit, and started running. It wasn't exactly to build a figure, but for exercise. But it still changed my body anyway. But I don't look that different," That statement was the opposite of the facts. Hermione old, dull, frizzy brown hair had now been transformed into shiny, chestnut colored loose curls that fell down to the middle of her back. While last year, she had been this skinny little twig, she had recently gotten some meat on her bones, and muscles on top of that, transforming her from stick thin to deliciously curvy. Her breast had grown to a full C cup and her skin tone was a creamy white, with a bit of sun-kissed gold, so she didn't look too pale. "And I wish I could have visited the Burrow too, but my parents insisted on me staying, since I'm not going to be living in muggle London after this year. So I thought I should at least make them happy. And oh, look, I've made Head Girl!"
A chorus of congratulations and cheering exploded from her friends, and she smiled so widely that it hurt. After that, conversation flowed freely and they discussed their summers thoroughly. It wasn't until Hermione checked her watch that she noticed she had to be in the Head compartment right then. "Oh shit, you guys I have to go to the Heads compartment and meet the Head Boy and Professor McGonagall." She waved to her friends and wandered down the hallway, all the while thinking about who the Head Boy could be. She reached the door, but the blinds were drawn, she could not see in and inspect the awaiting Head Boy. Shrugging, she slides the door to the side and steps into the compartment. Immediately, her eyes land on platinum blonde hair, pale skin, stormy grey eyes, and the sexiest body she has ever seen on a guy. Wait what? Sexiest body? Oh god! Snap out of it, he's looking at you! Well say something you twit! Her mind was frantic with flying thoughts, but she played it cool.
Sneering, she looked at him and exclaimed, "Malfoy. You're Head Boy?! How the hell did that happen?" After her minor outburst, he just looks at her, like he was expecting this kind of behavior.
"Well hello to you to Hermione." Did he just call me Hermione? As if reading her mind he said, "And yes I did just say your first name. I thought that since we are going to be sharing a living space and everything, we would have to call it truce, so what do you say Hermione? Truce?" Shocked beyond belief, Hermione just stares at his outstretched hand like an idiot. Her jaw had hit the floor and when she realized it, she closed it with an audible, snap!
Hesitantly, she shook his hand and looked at him quizzically, wondering what caused this change of heart. "Uhm, not to be rude Malfoy but,"
"Draco"
"Wait, what?"
"My names Draco, not Malfoy."
"Erm, okay . . . Draco, well what caused all of this?" She asked with a wave of her hand, gesturing to the whole truce thing. "I mean just last year, I was mudblood, beaver, Granger, mop head, etcetera. You get the point. And now, you're acting all . . . I don't know, nice, or something like that. It's not logical."
Draco simply just looks at her and flashes a smile, but his eyes had a menacing glint in them. "Well Hermione, that's for me to know, and you to find out, isn't it? Or if you want, you could I dunno . . . persuade me to tell you?" He says with a seductive tone and a smirk as he leans back and puts his hands behind his head.
Spluttering, Hermione sat up from her relaxed position and looked at him wide eyed. "No way in hell Mal-Draco. If you even think about doing something like . . . that, I will hex you into the next week. Keep your bloody paws and disgusting thoughts to yourself. I don't and will never even considerate you as a potential boyfriend. Got it?"
With that, Draco's eyes cloud over and he leaned forward. As he leaned towards her, she leaned back, trying to get as much space between them as possible. After a moment, her back hit the seat and she can't escape his hand as it came to brush her face. "You might want to consider it. Actually, I demand you to considerate."
Slapping his hand away, she fixes him with a glare that would make the elder Malfoy proud. "Excuse me, but I do not take commands from an over bearing, pompous, ignorant ferret like yourself!" With that she lets out a frustrated huff and takes out her copy of Hogwarts a History and starts reading. While she is reading she can feel Draco watching her, and makes a mental note to herself as to why he was staring at her like that and why he was acting so weird.
An hour had passed before the compartment door slid open and in walked Professor McGonagall. She then explained to both of them their duties and expectations as Head Boy and Girl. Their meeting was quickly cut short as an explosion was sounded from the corridor and McGonagall rushed out muttering about silly third years.
The rest of the train ride was filled with silence, other than Draco informing Hermione that they had arrived at the school. They both rushed off the train in search of their own friends. Upon finding them she told them about who the Head Boy was.
"Oh god, Mione. You better tell us if ferret gives you any trouble, cause we'll curse him to Timbuktu and back!" Said Harry, as he gave her a look of sympathy. Ron's reaction was about the same, except his got a little more graphic as to how he was going to damage Draco if he bothered her. It included dull hedge clippers and the ability to create a family being terminated. The trip to Hogwarts and the sorting was uneventful. Suddenly, Hermione heard her name being called by Headmaster Dumbledore and she quickly stood up as she realized she was being announced as the Head Girl. Catcalls and clapping erupted, and Hermione felt her cheeks start to burn at the sound of the unexpected reactions. She sat down, and turned to Ginny, who was giggling at Hermione's reaction to Hogwarts male population reaction.
"Oh Mione, enjoy it. They seem to like you. This year is going to be great. I swear, I'm going to have to beat these boys off of you with a stick once term starts." She smiled and nudged Hermione in the side as she started piling her plate high with potatoes, and chicken along with any kind of sweets she could get. Ginny's appetite mirrored her brother's, who was doing the exact same thing as his younger sister. With that, Hermione followed Ginny's suit and gathered her food, which was soon gone in a matter of minutes. After the feast was over, Hermione said goodbye to her friends and walked over to Professor McGonagall, who was going to show her and Draco the way to their new home. McGonagall came to stop in front of a portrait of a young and pretty looking fairy sitting upon a bright red mushroom. Giggling to herself, the fairy flew up from the mushroom and hung in mid air waiting for Professor McGonagall to say something.
Instead of talking to the fairy, she turned towards the two teenagers and looked at them sternly, her lips set in a thin line. "You two are both Heads. I expect cooperation and willingness to come from the both of you," she set Draco with a hard glare. "I want you two to set a fine example for the rest of the school by acting on House Unity. Is that understood?" Both of them nodded, and she curtly nodded back. "This is Matilda, she is the portrait that will be guarding your dorms. The password to it is up to both of you, and I will leave you to decide on it. Your luggage is upstairs and I believe you two can find your way around up there." With that she left them alone and they just looked at each other.
Draco, being a man and all, decided to step up to the plate and take one for the team. Clearing his throat he said, "Well, uhh, I guess we should decide on a password huh?"
"Mhm, I suppose so."
"Okay, well what about 'Consideration' hmmm? Since you're going to consider being mine soon and all."
Scoffing to herself, she rolled her eyes, "Yea right. Sorry wrong answer. Care to guess again?"
"Okay, okay, fine what about changement? It's French for change. "
She thought about it for a moment, and then nodded, "Yes, that seems quite appropriate for the password."
Confidently, she stepped forward, and spoke the password, letting it gracefully slip off her tongue, grateful for her mum pushing her to become fluent in French. Smiling, Matilda swung the portrait open. Stepping into the common room, she found that it was decorated nicely, and seemed very homey. There were two couches and two over stuffed arm chairs that sat to the side of the room facing the enormous fire place. A bookshelf lined the whore opposite wall and there was a long table in the middle of the room. A spiral staircase led up to two doors, one with a portrait of a lion and the other with the portrait of a snake. Upon seeing the snake, Draco smirked widely. I guess Draco hasn't changed that much after all, she thought as she opened up her own door. Inside was a four poster bed with a red silk comforter, and gold throw pillows. The walls were painted with splashes of white and gold. There was a small desk for writing, and a bookshelf next to it. Her luggage was next to the huge armoire. Instead of unpacking, she falls back onto her bed fully clothed and falls into a peaceful sleep.
This was definitely going to be a different kind of year.