Most of these characters aren't mine, but JK Rowling's I'm just playing with them! Please review as this is my first attempt at anything on here! Hope you enjoy....
Hermione Granger received her Head Girl's badge and letter along with Harry and the remaining two Weasleys at Hogwarts yearly book lists at the Burrow, as was by now a tradition to stay there for the end of summer and the trip to London. Although the others said they knew she would get it, she had been secretly worrying that she would let them down because it would be awarded to someone who didn't spend all their time with their head stuck in a book, and therefore actually noticed what was going on at Hogwarts. So it with relief, but a flushed face and constant fluttery hand movements (and a slightly jealous, sulky Ron) that the four of them bade farewell to Mr and Mrs Weasley on a noisy, crowded Platform 9¾ at the end of a blisteringly hot summer.
Hermione had received instructions in her letter to meet Professor McGonagall and the new Head Boy in the front carriage on the train; so after stowing her trunk and asking the others to save her a seat and look after Crookshanks (Ron protesting loudly) she hurried off to find them. She knew from the letter her co-Head was a boy called Rhys Pinder from the Ravenclaw House although she now wondered why she had never noticed him before; he must have many desirable (to her) good qualities to earn the post.
Entering, Hermione greeted Professor McGonagall and turned to scrutinise the boy. She found a handsome, well-built figure stood slightly to her left and back from her, which took her off-guard as she had been unconsciously expecting a bookish type. She liked what she initially saw in that glance so decided to take a closer look.
Although the other girls in her dorm had turned all giggly and flirty in front of boys through-out their fifth and sixth years, Hermione had never seen anything she liked in Hogwarts and so had not put much thought into boys in that way until her dazzling summer romance in Greece this holiday. And that had come from her parents wanting a break from her dragging them round the hot, dusty ancient ruins and tombs of the Greeks, so she was resigned to spend her time reading about them by the pool. She only surfaced to grab another fresh fruit iced smoothie (one bonus of being stuck at the hotel) or a quick dip in the shimmering, cool water to lose some of the heat building up in her now deeply-tanned skin.
A French boy, also on holiday had noticed this routine and had appeared by her sun lounger with an iced mango smoothie for her, and asked for a swim. She had swept off her feet as she was unused to such thoughtful advances and from then-on spent the remainder of the two weeks chatting in French about everything they both seemed love, spending evenings on the beach watching the sun set, not returning until they began to feel the chill of the night, promising to meet again for breakfast.
The time had passed all too quickly and when her last night there was upon them, he had taken her out dancing. The heat, mixed with the pungent scent of evening flowers, the feel of his strong hands on her back and the warm tickle of his breath over her neck had seduced her and they had turned into lovers that night. She left the next morning without exchanging contact details or even a farewell, knowing the magic wouldn't be there at another time in another place.
Snapping out of her reverie Hermione found herself gazing up into rich dark chocolate brown eyes with thick locks of naturally sun highlighted hair flopping down over his handsome face, high cheekbones and a strongly angled square jaw line. He smiled softly, parting luscious dark crimson lips revealing a row of perfect straight teeth. McGonagall introduced them briskly causing them to break eye contact, leaving them all too aware how the small compartment was making them so close to each other. They were given the password to the Heads' living quarters and their duties – much the same as prefects with the added strain of being examples to rest of the school and having to appear at any meetings the school had with all staff, the ministry or schools from other countries; the two of them there to represent the student body. "Any questions?" McGonagall enquired and swept off as soon as they shook their heads. Rhys turned back to Hermione and with a slight raise of his eyebrows, smiled "I guess I'll see you this evening then" and with her shy "yes" went to join his friends further down the train. Hermione sat for a minute, letting her imagination run through what this year could bring.
Smiling, she returned to Harry, Ron and Ginny, finding Neville and Luna had joined them. Everything seemed as it always had been; Ron and Harry were noisily playing exploding snap, winning chocolate frog cards off each other and Neville was trying to join in by playing referee. Luna had the Quibbler inches from her face upside down and Ginny put down her copy of a Weird Sisters magazine when she noticed Hermione arrive, thankful for someone to talk to. Would her living separately this year change everything she pondered, thinking this was the last year they would have together like this anyway. After various grunts, chirps and murmurs of "Hey Hermione" everyone returned to what they were doing giving Ginny a chance to pounce and quiz her about her holiday; she knew something had happened and had infuriatingly found no time to pin Hermione alone at the Burrow to find out. They settled happily in the corner, Hermione not really interested in talking about it but glad for the respite from the thoughts of Rhys swirling around in her head, and for some girl time. Ginny on the other hand was bouncing in her seat wanting every romantic detail, it was exactly what she wanted, but was never going to get the opportunity in her big, nosy family. When Ginny was satisfied there was nothing more to tell she started going back over her favourite bits combining them with her own day-dreams. In an attempt to end it Hermione suggested she took Ginny with them on their summer holiday next year. "Eeeeeeee!" screeched Gin "Would you really?! I love you!" And instead of it giving Hermione the break she now wanted, it led to excited plan-making on Ginny's side and vague "Yeah"s and "Hmmm"s from a distracted Hermione.
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