Hermione was ecstatic to go back to Hogwarts. She wanted to go back to reading books, studying, and she missed the library dearly. She of course wanted to go back to learning. She wouldn't admit this but, she wanted to see if anyone would notice her physical changes over the summer holidays. Ron certainly noticed them; in fact they were now dating. Her heart yearned for all the guys to see that the nerdy geek had some beauty in her skin. But of course, she wouldn't say this; she shunned herself for even thinking it. Hermione was now tall and had the ideal body shape of a goddess. Her hair was not as bushy as before, it was still frizzy but it was now more appealing. Her long, lean legs were now one of her best features. But, all of that would never replace or outshine her wittiness and brains.
Ron was astonished when he saw her walking up the garden path to the burrow. She looked like a bloody supermodel surrounded by gnomes. He was immediately captivated and had asked her out a short while after. Hermione did not let her relationship with the ginger kid come in between her books though. A girl must never dumb herself down for a guy she always told herself. Ron and Hermione actually had only snogged once; she didn't like it when his hormones came in to action. He could be a horny git. She didn't want a relationship with him like the one he had with Lavender. She shuddered delicately at the thought.
She was pacing and anticipating their arrival with great anxiety. She had already dressed and packed her trunk unlike Harry and Ron who hadn't even started yet. She wore simple muggle jeans and a long sleeved Gryffindor shirt. Her legs, even sheathed in jeans looked spectacular.
Harry had come to the Burrow just like always. He looked underfed and lanky. He had grown at least half a foot. The Dursleys obviously had not been kind to him over the summer. Mrs. Weasley had a good time feeding triple helping to get him to the state of an average sixteen year old. Ron had also grown. He was tall and had a wiry frame, even thought he was quite strong. Ginny was now as beautiful as Hermione, her red hair her most outstanding bold accent. Harry and Ginny obviously admired each other but had not had the guts to ask each other out or tell one another.
"Kids are you ready! We're running late!"
"Coming!" They all yelled in unison from around the house.
They all stood in front of the brick wall in a short while.
"Ginny and Hermione cross first, and then Ron and Harry." Said Mrs. Weasley.
They all crossed and arrived at platform nine and three quarters the red Hogwarts train steaming almost ready to go.
"Now kids, please take care of yourselves and stay out of trouble." She added a stern look at the trio of Hermione, Ron and Harry.
"We will," they answered in unison and clambered into the train.
"Let's find an empty compartment," said Ron looking ahead.
In the middle of their quest to find a compartment they encountered Draco Malfoy and Crabbe bullying first years. Hermione of course, was infuriated.
"You better stop that Malfoy, or I'll inform the headmaster."
"Shut up you filthy little mudblood!"
Ron gasped and said, "That's my girlfriend you're talking to ferret. Stop, or I'll stop you.
Hermione blushed crimson and Draco sneered. "Well look at that," said Draco,"the two losers bonding together. God forbid you to produce offspring."
"I don't plan on doing that anytime soon you prat so mind your own business!" an aggravated red faced 'Mione retorted. He just sniggered and whispered something to the pug faced Pansy Parkinson. The pair walked off dramatically.
"Ugh they're so annoying, why are all Slytherins like that?"
"They think they're all that because of their pureblood status and bags full of gold. Let's go find that compartment shall we?" Answered Ron and guided Hermione with his hand on the small of her back to some empty seats. Harry and Ginny followed close along.
Stupid mudblood, thought Draco. How dare she defy me like that in front of everyone? Granger had always been like this, he hated her. She was an annoying miss-know-it-all. Apart from realizing how much he loathed her he was still in shock from when he first saw her. Her hair was not a tangled bush. Her legs were now miles long and tan. And her face,well, it was pretty much extraordinary. What am I thinking? He scolded himself for even thinking it. He ' get involved with a mudblood like her. He shook his head as to shake out the thoughts and went back to snogging Pansy Parkinson, quickly forgetting all about the beautiful girl.