A/N: This is my very first fic, and I'm trying really hard to make it a
good story. I hope you all like it!!! Words with a * in front or behind,
that means someone is thinking.
Btw, I own NOTHING.
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione Granger awoke to the sun shining in her bedroom window. She smiled to herself as she realized what day it was; September 1st. She slowly got out of bed and went through her morning routine. She thought excitedly about all that was going to happen during her final year at Hogwarts. She slowly packed her trunk, triple checking that she had all her books, quills, parchment, ink, and everything else that she would need. Finally, she placed her head girl's badge into the trunk and shut it.
She arrived at kings cross station at 9:00am. She knew she was early, but this was the only time she could get a ride from her mom. She quickly pecked her mom on the cheek and promised to send an owl as soon as she got there. As she was getting out of the car her mom slipped something in her pocket and told her not to look at what it was until she was on the train and almost at Hogwarts. Hermione got out of the car, grabbed her trunk from the back seat. She waved goodbye to her mom as she drove away. Hermione walked onto the platform and put her trunk on the train. She didn't even notice that someone was watching her. She stepped onto the scarlet train and sat in her, Harry and Ron's usual compartment. As she stepped in, the memories of the previous 6 year's train rides came flooding back and she couldn't help but smile. Suddenly she heard a familiar drawl from behind her "What's so funny Granger?" Hermione whirled around to find herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
***
When Draco arrived at King's cross he hugged his mother and said the proper goodbyes. Ashe was about to turn and leave, his mother handed him an envelope, got back in the limo and sped away. Draco looked questioningly at the envelope and was about to open it when he saw the green ink saying, "Draco, please do not open this until Christmas. It has been charmed not to open until December 25th". Draco shrugged and stuffed it in his pocket. He gazed around for a couple of minutes and saw a girl in an attractive skirt and tank top hugging someone. He began to walk closer when he realized that the girl he was looking at was Hermione Granger. He saw her leave and go onto platform 9 ¾. He followed, and saw her load her trunk onto the train. He followed and got on the train. He walked around and came to the compartment with Hermione in it. He saw her smiling and said "What's so funny Granger?". She whirled around and saw who was talking to her. She gazed up into his silver eyes and watched them roam over her body. She turned light pink but didn't say anything. His eyes wandered from her pink shoes up her lovely tanned legs to her low-rising denim skirt up to her pierced belly button and up to her white tank top. *Something is definitely different*, he thought. He didn't remember her ever having breasts. Her annoyed voice broke his thoughts. "Well then, if you're through staring at me!" His head snapped up and he looked her in the eyes. She had very beautiful eyes; Very light brown with specs of dark green. *Get a hold of yourself Draco, she's a mudblood!* "So..." she said, "Would you like to sit with me Malfoy?" "Whatever" was his response and he took the seat across from her.
They sat quietly for about half an hour when Draco's voice broke the silence. "Still going out with Weasley?" "Um, no we decided to just be friends" she replied. "Oh" said Draco. The next hour and a half went by slowly for Hermione and Draco with bits of conversation going back and forth. Finally, she saw Harry and The Weasleys step through the barrier. Hermione let out and excited squeal and ran out to meet them. She embraced each of them in a tight hug. "Hermione?" Harry asked. "Yeah?" "You look different" "Really?" she asked, a smile playing across her lips. "Different in a good way or a bad way?" "Good!" came Ron's voice. She turned around and smiled at him and watched his eyes roam over her body just as Draco's had. *I don't look that different, do I?* she wondered. "You look hot!" Ron said and Hermione smiled. The three of them were extremely comfortable with each other. They loved each other as family, and that's how it would stay for the rest of their lives.
The trio walked onto the train and loaded their luggage as they talked happily about what they had done over their summer. "So did that thing hurt?" Harry asked as he gestured toward Hermione's navel piercing. "Not really," she replied "it only hurt for about a week" "Wicked" said Ron. He was fascinated by it. They obviously didn't have that sort of thing in the Wizarding World. "To be honest, its quite a turn-on" Ron said still gazing at her stomach. She put a protective hand on her stomach and smiled at him. He had changed so much since their fourth year. His bright red hair was toned down to a deep red, and he wasn't so tall and skinny anymore. He had a well toned body and had somehow grown into his large feet. Then her glance shifted to Harry. His jet-black hair was still untidy, but he wasn't scrawny anymore either. Quidditch had done his body good. In their fifth year, Voldemort was destroyed, and Wormtail was caught and proved to be an animagus, thus clearing Sirius' name and allowing him to settle down again. He had invited Harry to live with him and Harry had been more than happy to accept his invitation. Their lives were perfect, and as far as Hermione knew, this was going to be one perfect year.
Btw, I own NOTHING.
CHAPTER ONE
Hermione Granger awoke to the sun shining in her bedroom window. She smiled to herself as she realized what day it was; September 1st. She slowly got out of bed and went through her morning routine. She thought excitedly about all that was going to happen during her final year at Hogwarts. She slowly packed her trunk, triple checking that she had all her books, quills, parchment, ink, and everything else that she would need. Finally, she placed her head girl's badge into the trunk and shut it.
She arrived at kings cross station at 9:00am. She knew she was early, but this was the only time she could get a ride from her mom. She quickly pecked her mom on the cheek and promised to send an owl as soon as she got there. As she was getting out of the car her mom slipped something in her pocket and told her not to look at what it was until she was on the train and almost at Hogwarts. Hermione got out of the car, grabbed her trunk from the back seat. She waved goodbye to her mom as she drove away. Hermione walked onto the platform and put her trunk on the train. She didn't even notice that someone was watching her. She stepped onto the scarlet train and sat in her, Harry and Ron's usual compartment. As she stepped in, the memories of the previous 6 year's train rides came flooding back and she couldn't help but smile. Suddenly she heard a familiar drawl from behind her "What's so funny Granger?" Hermione whirled around to find herself face to face with Draco Malfoy.
***
When Draco arrived at King's cross he hugged his mother and said the proper goodbyes. Ashe was about to turn and leave, his mother handed him an envelope, got back in the limo and sped away. Draco looked questioningly at the envelope and was about to open it when he saw the green ink saying, "Draco, please do not open this until Christmas. It has been charmed not to open until December 25th". Draco shrugged and stuffed it in his pocket. He gazed around for a couple of minutes and saw a girl in an attractive skirt and tank top hugging someone. He began to walk closer when he realized that the girl he was looking at was Hermione Granger. He saw her leave and go onto platform 9 ¾. He followed, and saw her load her trunk onto the train. He followed and got on the train. He walked around and came to the compartment with Hermione in it. He saw her smiling and said "What's so funny Granger?". She whirled around and saw who was talking to her. She gazed up into his silver eyes and watched them roam over her body. She turned light pink but didn't say anything. His eyes wandered from her pink shoes up her lovely tanned legs to her low-rising denim skirt up to her pierced belly button and up to her white tank top. *Something is definitely different*, he thought. He didn't remember her ever having breasts. Her annoyed voice broke his thoughts. "Well then, if you're through staring at me!" His head snapped up and he looked her in the eyes. She had very beautiful eyes; Very light brown with specs of dark green. *Get a hold of yourself Draco, she's a mudblood!* "So..." she said, "Would you like to sit with me Malfoy?" "Whatever" was his response and he took the seat across from her.
They sat quietly for about half an hour when Draco's voice broke the silence. "Still going out with Weasley?" "Um, no we decided to just be friends" she replied. "Oh" said Draco. The next hour and a half went by slowly for Hermione and Draco with bits of conversation going back and forth. Finally, she saw Harry and The Weasleys step through the barrier. Hermione let out and excited squeal and ran out to meet them. She embraced each of them in a tight hug. "Hermione?" Harry asked. "Yeah?" "You look different" "Really?" she asked, a smile playing across her lips. "Different in a good way or a bad way?" "Good!" came Ron's voice. She turned around and smiled at him and watched his eyes roam over her body just as Draco's had. *I don't look that different, do I?* she wondered. "You look hot!" Ron said and Hermione smiled. The three of them were extremely comfortable with each other. They loved each other as family, and that's how it would stay for the rest of their lives.
The trio walked onto the train and loaded their luggage as they talked happily about what they had done over their summer. "So did that thing hurt?" Harry asked as he gestured toward Hermione's navel piercing. "Not really," she replied "it only hurt for about a week" "Wicked" said Ron. He was fascinated by it. They obviously didn't have that sort of thing in the Wizarding World. "To be honest, its quite a turn-on" Ron said still gazing at her stomach. She put a protective hand on her stomach and smiled at him. He had changed so much since their fourth year. His bright red hair was toned down to a deep red, and he wasn't so tall and skinny anymore. He had a well toned body and had somehow grown into his large feet. Then her glance shifted to Harry. His jet-black hair was still untidy, but he wasn't scrawny anymore either. Quidditch had done his body good. In their fifth year, Voldemort was destroyed, and Wormtail was caught and proved to be an animagus, thus clearing Sirius' name and allowing him to settle down again. He had invited Harry to live with him and Harry had been more than happy to accept his invitation. Their lives were perfect, and as far as Hermione knew, this was going to be one perfect year.