bBehind their masks/b
Summary: Hermione thinks she has found true love with Harry, but it all goes horribly wrong. There is only one who can mend her broken heart ...
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Hermione had changed since her sixth year at Hogwarts. No longer was she the boring, frizzy haired know-it-all everyone saw her as. She now looked normal. She hadn't changed much, she had just began shaving her legs, plucking her eyebrows and wearing clothes more comfortable than school robes. Sure, she wasn't a slut like Pansy, but she looked alright. Little did she know the surprise all her classmates would get.
Today she wore a baby T in baby blue and a denim miniskirt. She had decided that since it was her last year, she would not spend all of her time studying with her nose in a book, she would have fun. She passed through the barrier just before her two best friends. She felt happy, as a few boys gave her looks of approval. She giggled excitedly. What a fun year this was going to be! Harry and Ron walked up to her. She didn't really look at them, but acknowledged their presence. Ron blushed and said to her,
"You can't be a first year, you're too old. So, which school are you from?"
"RON!!! It's me! Hermione? Does my name ring a bell?"
"H-h-h-hermione?" Harry stuttered.
"Yes, I AM HERMIONE. Okay, I've changed a bit? I just wanted to be normal."
"Righhhhhttttt," Ron replied.
Harry and Ron gazed in disbelief at this new Hermione.
"Hey, I'm your best friend. No need to give me a once over!"
"We were ..." they started.
"Look, I'm still the same old Hermione inside. Have you done your Potions essay?"
"Potions?"
"Yeah, it's due in tomorrow. 5 feet too! It took me a week, but I got heaps of extra-credit stuff in!"
"Some things never change."
They found a compartment that was empty and they each told the tales of their holidays. Harry's had been much the same, living with the family from hell. Ron had gone to Egypt again, and had apparently had his first love.
"Ron ... you're in love?" Harry asked, surprised.
"I seem to be, mate. She was this gorgeous girl ... tall ... great clothes," Ron replied dreamily. Right on cue, a girl stepped into their compartment. Although she didn't seem to be gorgeous, or wearing great clothes either. Luna Lovegood was staring at Ron in a gooey sort of way.
"Aha! So is Luna this gorgeous girl? I suggest you talk it over into the opposite compartment," Hermione winked. Ron blushed incredibly, causing even his ears to go red.
"H-h-harry please come with me!"
"Don't know why, but okay ..." Harry gave Hermione a look that she had never seen before. A caring smile, but something more. Did Harry like her? This gave her a little wave of happiness. She was now left alone. It made her feel oddly nervous. She prayed that Draco wouldn't bother her, or be Head Boy. She had been chosen, but leaving her boastfulness behind, had not told anyone but her family. She didn't really care, one way or another. But she did care about who would be Head Boy. She hoped he was hot, and not in Slytherin. She daydreamed of her ideal new head boy when the compartment door opened.
"Why look, it's Granger. And not in her school robes, my my!" Draco Malfoy drawled.
"Why look, it's Draco. And ..." Hermione was a bit lost for words. Malfoy had changed a lot. He had his hair done normally, and had a very toned body. What could she say about him? " ... what are you doing in here?" she finished.
"Making conversation. So, is the Head girl in Slytherin? Or will I have to go look around Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff too?"
"What did you say?"
"I'm wondering who is Head girl, mudblood. So please answer me and I will have the pleasure of leaving."
"Uhhh. Me."
"Well then. You'll have to put up with me for the rest of the year, won't you?"
And without another word, Malfoy left. Hermione sat there in a daze. Draco Malfoy, her arch-enemy, was Head boy. And what was worse, is that he was hot. Very hot. This was not good. If she did happen to do something unspeakable, like kiss him, she would be shunned by her best friends forever. But kissing him seemed to be one of most desirable things to do, for Hermione. She forced herself to play it cool, and reminded herself of how horrible Malfoy was as the train came to a halt. Why did he have to be so cute, yet so irritating?
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Yay! The first chapter is done! I will update as soon as possible! Please review, it's what keeps me writing! Hope you enjoy this fic!
Summary: Hermione thinks she has found true love with Harry, but it all goes horribly wrong. There is only one who can mend her broken heart ...
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Hermione had changed since her sixth year at Hogwarts. No longer was she the boring, frizzy haired know-it-all everyone saw her as. She now looked normal. She hadn't changed much, she had just began shaving her legs, plucking her eyebrows and wearing clothes more comfortable than school robes. Sure, she wasn't a slut like Pansy, but she looked alright. Little did she know the surprise all her classmates would get.
Today she wore a baby T in baby blue and a denim miniskirt. She had decided that since it was her last year, she would not spend all of her time studying with her nose in a book, she would have fun. She passed through the barrier just before her two best friends. She felt happy, as a few boys gave her looks of approval. She giggled excitedly. What a fun year this was going to be! Harry and Ron walked up to her. She didn't really look at them, but acknowledged their presence. Ron blushed and said to her,
"You can't be a first year, you're too old. So, which school are you from?"
"RON!!! It's me! Hermione? Does my name ring a bell?"
"H-h-h-hermione?" Harry stuttered.
"Yes, I AM HERMIONE. Okay, I've changed a bit? I just wanted to be normal."
"Righhhhhttttt," Ron replied.
Harry and Ron gazed in disbelief at this new Hermione.
"Hey, I'm your best friend. No need to give me a once over!"
"We were ..." they started.
"Look, I'm still the same old Hermione inside. Have you done your Potions essay?"
"Potions?"
"Yeah, it's due in tomorrow. 5 feet too! It took me a week, but I got heaps of extra-credit stuff in!"
"Some things never change."
They found a compartment that was empty and they each told the tales of their holidays. Harry's had been much the same, living with the family from hell. Ron had gone to Egypt again, and had apparently had his first love.
"Ron ... you're in love?" Harry asked, surprised.
"I seem to be, mate. She was this gorgeous girl ... tall ... great clothes," Ron replied dreamily. Right on cue, a girl stepped into their compartment. Although she didn't seem to be gorgeous, or wearing great clothes either. Luna Lovegood was staring at Ron in a gooey sort of way.
"Aha! So is Luna this gorgeous girl? I suggest you talk it over into the opposite compartment," Hermione winked. Ron blushed incredibly, causing even his ears to go red.
"H-h-harry please come with me!"
"Don't know why, but okay ..." Harry gave Hermione a look that she had never seen before. A caring smile, but something more. Did Harry like her? This gave her a little wave of happiness. She was now left alone. It made her feel oddly nervous. She prayed that Draco wouldn't bother her, or be Head Boy. She had been chosen, but leaving her boastfulness behind, had not told anyone but her family. She didn't really care, one way or another. But she did care about who would be Head Boy. She hoped he was hot, and not in Slytherin. She daydreamed of her ideal new head boy when the compartment door opened.
"Why look, it's Granger. And not in her school robes, my my!" Draco Malfoy drawled.
"Why look, it's Draco. And ..." Hermione was a bit lost for words. Malfoy had changed a lot. He had his hair done normally, and had a very toned body. What could she say about him? " ... what are you doing in here?" she finished.
"Making conversation. So, is the Head girl in Slytherin? Or will I have to go look around Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff too?"
"What did you say?"
"I'm wondering who is Head girl, mudblood. So please answer me and I will have the pleasure of leaving."
"Uhhh. Me."
"Well then. You'll have to put up with me for the rest of the year, won't you?"
And without another word, Malfoy left. Hermione sat there in a daze. Draco Malfoy, her arch-enemy, was Head boy. And what was worse, is that he was hot. Very hot. This was not good. If she did happen to do something unspeakable, like kiss him, she would be shunned by her best friends forever. But kissing him seemed to be one of most desirable things to do, for Hermione. She forced herself to play it cool, and reminded herself of how horrible Malfoy was as the train came to a halt. Why did he have to be so cute, yet so irritating?
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Yay! The first chapter is done! I will update as soon as possible! Please review, it's what keeps me writing! Hope you enjoy this fic!