A/N: Hey all, this is the FIRST CHAPTER of the story. I hope you like it, it's my first HP fic. The rating may go up at some point, it just depends on how adventurous I get. Thanks for checking this out, it means a lot to me.

Disclaimer: All characters, places, and objects are creations of J.K. Rowling. I only wish I had her creativity.

Chapter 1

It was September first, and platform 9 ¾ was packed. Students carting around owls and cats could be seen everywhere. Younger students were looking nervous, but Hermione was thrilled.

She boarded the train looking for Harry, Ginny, and Ron. Half way through her search, she found Ginny. She was just leaving a compartment, looking a bit flustered.

"Ginny!" Hermione shrieked, running to her friend. "'Mione! You look great!" Ginny replied.

There was no denying Hermione did look great. Her hair had lost its bushy appearance, and taken on a soft curl. It had gotten a bit darker as well, bringing out her caramel eyes and full red lips. Her hair had also reached her middle back.

She had filled out a bit more since last year, gaining a sexy hourglass figure. In short, she was proud of her body, and was learning quickly how to flaunt it.

"So Gin, how was your summer?" Hermione decided to make small talk to try and ease her friend's… nerves? Ginny was nervous? Wait, this was Ginny Weasley; Ginny didn't DO nerves. Something was definitely up.

"It was great! We got a new car! Dad bought it off a muggle salesman. He and George are working on making it fly, just like the last one."

"Oh Gin, that's so exciting! You'll have to get your muggle driver's license; I'll teach you to drive myself."

Just then, Blaise Zabini walked out of the compartment Ginny had emerged from moments earlier. Hermione gave Ginny a questioning look.

"I'll explain later," Ginny whispered, as she took off toward the Italian boy.

Hermione was left stunned. There was no way Ginny and Blaise were together. No way. But then, weirder things could happen…

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Hermione checked her watch; it was nearly 11:30. She needed to make her way to the front to the Heads' compartment.

She had received her Hogwarts letter last month, informing her that she had been made Head Girl and to report to compartment number 3 once aboard the Hogwarts Express.

She couldn't wait to find out who the Head Boy was. She was hoping for someone like Harry or Ron, but she knew that wouldn't happen. Harry wasn't even a prefect, and Ron wasn't exactly "Head Boy material."

Oh well, she thought to herself. At least I'll have a bit more privacy. Percy had spilled to her in her first year that the Head Boy and Girl shared a common room separate from their houses. It was a luxury she was looking forward to.

She approached the compartment, and reached for the door. At the same instant it slid open to reveal a very tall, very pale figure that could immediately be recognized as the one and only Draco Malfoy.

So this is the first official end of a chapter. Please review, all are welcome, especially constructive criticism.