Enemy, Friend or Lover
..The New Us..
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Hermione jogged thought the barrier and looked around. The Hogwarts express was there, smoke blowing out of the top. This was going to be Hermione's last year at Hogwarts.
"Hey, Hermione!" Hermione heard Ginny yell from behind her.
"Hey, Gin. What's up?" Hermione asked, looking around at all the people then at Ginny.
"Man, girl!" Ginny gasped. "What happened to you?" Ginny asked, looking Hermione up and down. Her whole self was different. Ginny took in Hermione's new muggle skater shoes, her new tight faded jeans, her shirt that showed everything. Ginny could see that Hermione's chest grew over the summer. She was now in the seventh year and now getting looks from the guys. Her hair was half way down her back, soft and smooth as silk. She had a bit of makeup on, making her look like a young goddess.
Ginny just stared at her then a smile started to appear. "You look good," she complemented Hermione.
Hermione turned a deep red and then smiled back. "Thanks, Gin."
Harry walked up to them. He was getting tall. His hair, still messy and the same body as last year. A great body. Last year he had gotten bigger and suddenly got muscles. Last year, Harry had picked her right up and carried her down seven sets of stairs. His body was the kind that the girls would talk and giggle about. Hermione had to stare at him. There was something about him, but what was it? Hermione wondered. The green in his eyes really stuck out. Why was that? His glasses! He didn't have his glasses! 'Oh, yeah!' Hermione thought. He had owled Hermione telling her that he was getting contacts. Wow, what an improvement.
"Hey, Hermione." He give Hermione a warm smile and hug. When he backed away from her he frowned. "You look . . . " he looked at her new shoes to the top of her now perfect hair, "different," then quickly said, "in a good way."
Hermione saw Ron jump off of the train and started towards them. A Ravenclaw girl asked him something and he smiled to her and talked back to her for about a minute.
Over the summer, Ron's hair turned a weird red-blonde. He spiked it, making his hair look really good. Ron's family got a whole lot of money at the end of last year and could now afford new clothes and books. Getting richer, make the Weasley family higher thought of. He had a few freckles on the bridge of his nose and a great smile. He was a lot bigger than last year and was muscular. You could see it through his clothes. That young, scrawny, little guy, was now a tall, strong, handsome, young man.
He walked over to Hermione, Ginny and Harry. His eyes were fixed on something just above Harry's shoulder.
Still looking over Harry's shoulder he started to complain. "They always to that! Bat their eyes, think the world is all about them! Ugh! It's so gross!"
"Hi, to you too, Ron," Hermione scoffed sarcastically.
"Oh," Ron said, still looking over Harry's shoulder. "Hey, Hermione." Then he slowly drawn his eyes away from where he was looking, over to Hermione. His eyes instantly widened and his mouth opened a bit. Nothing came out of his mouth, he just simply stared at her.
Nothing a slow, "holy fuck," came out of his mouth.
Hermione was a little taken back and Ginny whacked Ron on the back of his head. His head right away went to the back of his head where Ginny had smacked him.
"Ow! Jeez, Ginny! Did you have to hit me so hard?" he wined.
"Well did you have to say holy fuck? No, jeez, Hermione, you look good or wow, Hermi? Just holy fuck?!"
Ron shrugged. "I would take it as a complement." he said, nose in the air. He turned back to Hermione. "Sorry. You look great, Hermione."
Hermione smiled and gave Ron a hug. "So how was your summer?" she asked.
"It was good. Yours?"
"Same."
"Have any of you guys seen Malfoy? I hear he might be going to Drumstrang." Harry told them.
"Good. I don't want Malfoy here." Hermione said, thinking of the relief of no more Malfoy.
"Talking about me again?" came a sly voice from behind them.
The four turned around to see Malfoy standing there. Hermione had to blink twice . He was gorgeous! His blonde hair was spiked and he wasn't pale. He had a nice tan and muscle! Oh, there was muscle. You didn't even have to look closely to see that. You could tell by his shoulders. They were broad, making him look bigger than he really was. He was a great size. He was about three or four inches taller than Hermione.
He looked at Hermione, curiously. His head was tilted to the right a little bit. He was sizing her up and down, with a little smirk.
"Who are you?" he asked.
'Did he really have no clue?' Hermione thought.
"Don't play stupid, Malfoy." Hermione said scornfully.
"Granger?!" Malfoy gasped, astonished.
"Yeah, now piss off," she snapped.
Malfoy smirked. "You're going to lose your prefect badge talking like that."
"You're Gryffindor's prefect?" Harry asked Hermione. "Why didn't you tell us?" (I know you get prefects in forth or fifth year but they seem too young for my plans in the future.)
"How did you know, Malfoy?" Ron asked.
"I got a letter saying who the Prefects are. Granger, Hingelton, Anderson and me."
"You?" Ron asked, with a snort.
"Yeah, me." Malfoy growled. "Jealous, Weasley?" he asked with a smirk.
"Of you?" Ron asked. "You've got to be kidding, Malfoy. Why the hell would I be jealous of you?" Ron spat.
"Okay, you guys." Hermione said. "The train's gonna leave soon. We better go." Hermione said, laying a hand on Ron's arm, as if a plead. Ron glared but turned around and headed for the train.
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