Eternally Yours

A/N: Thank you for the reviews! They are always appreciated. Also at the end of last chapter I said the following day was a school day. That was a goof on my part, it's actually Saturday. Here is the next chapter I hope I didn't make it too long...

Disclaimer: I do not own anything in the Harry Potter world except for my own personal manipulation of its characters. *grins mischievously*

Chapter 1

The air was thick with the smell of damp earth and something else she couldn't quite describe. The moon reflecting off the surface of the lake nearby, was the only light penetrating the darkness of the night. Her clothes were damp from lying on the moist grass as she succumbed to her lovers attentions. A soft sigh escaped her lips as his mouth sucked forcefully on the juncture between her neck and shoulder. He raised his head long enough to nip lightly at her chin before once again lowering it to lick at her collarbone. He lightly blew on the area his tongue had vacated making her shiver with longing before continuing his exploration of her body. She moaned as he swiped his tongue between her breasts to catch the little beads of sweat that had begun to appear. Her breathing began to quicken as his descent brought him closer and closer to the place that yearned for him most. His tongue dipped once into her navel causing her to giggle at the teasing sensation. She was quaking with need when he lowered his head to slowly lap at the juices that had gathered on her thighs. Another moan escaped her mouth as his teeth grazed over the inside of her left thigh and then......

"OWWWW!!!" Hermione screamed as she was rudely awakened from the most erotic dream she had ever experienced by an extremely sharp pain in her thigh. A low meow coming from under her maroon sheets caused her to flip them off of her, revealing her rather fat and soon to be deceased cat, Crookshanks. Apparently the intensity of her afore mentioned dream had caused her restless movements to disturb his much needed beauty sleep. The accursed feline yawned maliciously at her exposing his razor-sharp fangs as though he were flaunting what he had just done.

"You vicious little snake! Get out of my room before I personally neuter you! Not the magical way either buster, I'm going to do it the muggle way and you can forget about sedation!" Crookshanks hopped off of her bed and as he was walking out the door flipped his tail straight up in the air in her direction. If I didn't know any better I would think that he just shot me the feline equivalent to the finger. See if I let him sleep in my bed anymore!

Hermione dragged herself out of bed and grabbed her wand lying on the end table. She turned around and with a flick of her wand her bed made itself and she wandered out of her room to the bathroom on the other side of her common room. She loved that, her common room. Now that she was Head Girl, she was afforded her own suite which included a small common room, a bedroom with a queen-sized bed, and a rather large bathroom with a tub big enough to fit a troll in. Not to mention the password entry which granted her the best feature of all, privacy.

Which was why Hermione was feeling perfectly comfortable walking around her room in nothing more than her tank top and boy shorts. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end as there was a knock on her door, followed by an excited female voice calling out, "Open up Herms! It's make over time!" She groaned to herself and seriously contemplated going back to bed and pretending that she didn't hear the obnoxious knocking. Maybe then she could complete her dream tryst that was ruined by that detestable cat of hers.

"Hermione I know you are awake so stop ignoring me. I'm not Ron I won't fall for that one." Hermione snickered at that comment coming from Ron's very own little sister. She stomped over to the door to permit the red-haired girl entry into what was supposed to be a peaceful Saturday morning. "See I knew you were awake," Ginny said with a sly grin.

"Gin do we really have to do this today? I was just about to go soak in a nice, hot bath."

"That's fine if you want to take a bath. I need to set everything up anyway and I want to rummage through your closet, so take your time."

Hermione eyed the large bag Ginny wore on her arm suspiciously. "What is in that bag that will take you so long to set up and what the devil do you mean you want to rummage in my closet? What are you planning?"

Gin just grinned at her and shooed her into the bathroom. "Get into the tub and stop worrying! I will find plenty to keep myself busy until you are ready to come out. Oh and Hermione, do us both a favor and brush your teeth. Your breath smells like you have been sucking on Ron's feet."

"Oh that is disgusting and thanks ever so much. You are too kind!" She closed the door in the girls amused face and walked over to her tub and whispered the heating charm so that it would be ready for her by the time she was through brushing her teeth. It was more the size of a small pool or a really large jacuzzi, without the hassle of adding chemicals to keep the Ph, Alkalinity, and Calcium Hardness in balance. She groaned inwardly at the thought. Her parents had bought a muggle jacuzzi 2 years ago and had never managed to figure out how to add the chemicals or how to test the water. Usually by the time she got home from Hogwarts, she had to empty the tub and start fresh again. Thank goodness this one was enchanted to stay in balance on it's own otherwise Hermione would probably take her baths in the lake with the giant squid.

She went ahead and brushed her teeth, flossed, and gargled while waiting for the tub to fill. When she was finished she took off her clothes and placed them in the hamper. Looking in the mirror at herself she sighed. This is as good as it's going to get I'm afraid. Hermione had never been happy with her figure, not to mention the frizzy rats nest on her head. She walked back over to the tub and placed her leg on the ledge to get in and noticed the puncture marks on the inside of her left thigh. Oh fine! First man to put his head between my legs and he isn't even human! Story of my life...

She moaned as the hot water enveloped her body and sunk even lower in the tub. After she was done washing her hair and body, she decided to lounge for a while even though she knew she was just delaying the inevitable. During her leisurely soak, her mind began to wander back to the previous year when their much beloved Headmaster had been murdered by Professor Snape. It was true that neither she nor any of her friends liked Snape, but it still came as a horrific shock to them when it happened. Dumbledore had trusted Snape implicitly and was his greatest defender against those who would question the professor's loyalty. Hermione dunked her head under the water to erase the tears that were starting to fall at the thought of the man she had loved like a grandfather. Ever since his death, Voldemort had become much more cocky in his actions. First there was the breakout in Azkaban, then the bombing at the Ministry as well the kidnaping and murders of several high profile officials. It was a great time of fear and the Order of the Phoenix had their hands full trying to keep chaos from ensuing while still remaining undetected. Hogwarts had nearly not opened this year for fear of invasion from the Death Eaters, but the Ministry eventually decided to just increase security on the grounds. Aurors had been called in to patrol the grounds at all times and there were several more wards placed around the building itself. The people of the magical world, were united in there hope for a future without the oppressive existence of Voldemort. Hermione just prayed that the Order of the Phoenix could provide them with the resolution they so desperately longed for.

Hermione sighed and lifted her hands to see they were beginning to resemble prunes and decided to get out of the tub and finally face the much dreaded music. After muttering a drying spell to her body and wrapping herself in her favorite purple robe, she opened the door to the bathroom only to cry out in horror at the sight before her.

"Ahhh!!! Merlin's beard Ginny! What the hell have you done to my room and not to mention my clothes?!" The common room looked like a tornado had torn through scattering all of her clothes around haphazardly. On closer inspection it looked like most of Hermione's clothing had been magically altered in some form or fashion and she wasn't sure she was very happy about it. "Lucy! You got some splaining to do...." She said in her best Ricky Ricardo impression.

Ginny looked at her in confusion. "Who is Lucy? Hermione did you stay in the tub to long?"

Hermione shook her head. "Nevermind, I always manage to forget you don't watch muggle television. Now would you care to explain what's going on here?"

Ginny grinned sheepishly at her. "Sorry about the mess Hermione, I actually just finished the alterations." She pointed her wand at the clothes and whispered "Return", and all the clothes vanished back into the closet. Turning to Hermione, she glanced at her hair. "Oh good! You didn't dry it. I needed it to stay wet for cutting and styling. Now you just come over here and sit in the chair and relax. When I am finished, you are going to see a whole new you!"

"Erm, I'm not sure how I feel about that Ginny. Don't over do it please, and you still haven't told me what you did to my clothes."

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Will you stop worrying so much Herms? All I did was alter the cut of the clothing so it would be more flattering to your figure. This way your shirts don't swallow you and hang like a tablecloth. I did the same thing with the pants, now they no longer look like Granny pants. Oh! I also altered your underwear. Trust me you will love it!"

"I was under the impression you came to give me a make over. I didn't realize that included berating my taste in clothing." Hermione took a deep breath and let it out in a huff. "Alright Gin, just promise me that you didn't make them look to skimpy. I like to look a little conservative."

"Don't worry, I made sure they look sexy, but classy. I just made your wardrobe fit your personality. Just trust me ok?"

"Ok, ok. Hurry up I want to get down for breakfast before the end of the school year."

~~~~~~One Hour Later~~~~~~

"Alright Hermione. You're hair and makeup are finished , but DON'T turn around yet. I want to go grab and outfit for you. I will let you see yourself when you are dressed and if you like what I did I will tell you how I did it. It's really simple, I swear." Before Hermione could respond, Ginny had made a bee line for the closet. Five minutes later she emerged carrying an armload of clothes and accessories. She handed Hermione the matching white lace bra and underwear first.

"Whoah, Ginny! Ummm, are you sure I should wear something like this? I've always been too nervous to wear something that doesn't cover me more."

Ginny snorted, "It will be fine, now shut up and put on your clothes."

While Hermione went about putting on her newly altered clothing, Gin went about cleaning up and shrinking everything she had brought with her and placing it back into her bag. When she was done, she turned to look at her friend and had to lock her jaw to keep it from hitting the floor. The new and very much improved Hermione Granger, was standing there chewing on her bottom lip as though she were waiting for Ginny to tell her it was all a mistake and she better find a large bag to put over her head.

"Wow. We may have a slight problem lady."

Hermione's eyes looked like they were going to pop out of her skull. "Oh no Gin. What did you do?! I'm too afraid to look. What's the problem?"

The sly little red head just grinned at her and said, "The problem my dear friend is that Harry and I are going to have a difficult time keeping all the men from getting drool all over your clothes. That includes my idiot brother. He's bad enough as it is about you. Now I may have to put a leash on him since he can't seem to take no for an answer from you. Turn around and look at yourself girl. I knew the real you was hidden somewhere under all that hair."

Hermione took a deep breath and held it as she turned around to face herself in the mirror. Her first reaction was shock and disbelief. That couldn't possibly be me... Then it segued into a feeling she only reserved for her mind, but had never felt toward her physical appearance, pride.

Her hair was no longer a mass of stringy curls in an indistinguishable color. Now it fell to her shoulder blades in soft waves and layers and it looked as though Ginny had added some deep red highlights to it. Her makeup was very conservative, done all in neutral colors with a clear gloss on her lips. The outfit picked for her was a maroon long sleeved V-neck shirt with an empire waist line and it fell to just above her hipbone. For the first time in her existence she was showing a bit of cleavage and it shocked her to know she had enough of a chest to produce it. Push up bras must have been invented by a witch, she thought to herself. The jeans she had pulled on were a medium blue boot cut and very low rise. They stopped about one inch below the bottom of her shirt so that she showed tantalizing little glimpses of skin every time she moved. Finishing off the outfit were a pair of short black leather boots with only a one inch heel.

Ginny fidgeted nervously behind Hermione waiting with bated breath for her reaction and it was beginning to scare her that she hadn't said anything yet. "Um Herms? Are you ok? You do like it don't you?"

Hermione cleared her throat and turned around revealing there were tears in her eyes. "Sorry Gin I just didn't trust my voice yet. I'm trying not to mess up my makeup. I love it. For a moment I didn't even believe it was really me. Thank you. You have no idea how much I appreciate this."

Trying to cover tears of her own Ginny approached her closest female friend and put her arm around her. "Are you ready to face the crowd? I really hope so, because I am starving!"

Hermione laughed and squeezed her friend, "You really are a Weasley aren't you? Alright let's go, we're only about 20 minutes late." She turned to get one last glimpse of herself in the mirror and then headed out the door.

The walk to the Great Hall seemed to take forever with all the pterodactyls she had flapping around in her stomach. When they got to the doors she began to chicken out. "Ginny I don't know if I can do this. I'm a little scared."

"What are you afraid of? The hordes of men that are going to be chasing you down trying to get a piece of Granger pie?"

"Oh good grief! That isn't it. I just...oh never mind. Let's just do it and get it over with. Like ripping off a band aid right?"

"What's a band aid?" asked a once again confused Ginny.

"Forget it. Let's move!"

They walked in through the doors and Hermione refused to look at anyone. She just kept walking to her table with her head held high. She thought she was home free until she got to the table and saw the looks on Harry and Ron's faces. Harry had turned pink in the face and Ron had paused with a fork full of food halfway to his mouth. She was determined to act normal so she smiled at them both and began filling her plate. "Good morning. What hi-jinks are you two up to today?"

Ron spoke first and she wished he hadn't. "HOLY SHIT ON A STICK HERMIONE!!! WHAT DID YOU DO TO YOURSELF!!??

She winced at the volume he had spoken at and then attempted to unsuccessfully hide herself behind the book she had brought with her. It was too late, the noise in the dining hall died down and everyone turned to look at the Gryffindor table in curiosity. Embarrassment suffused her system and then it turned into outrage. "Why don't you shout a little louder Ron? I don't think they heard you in CHINA!" There was a rumble of laughter at that letting her know that everyone was paying attention. She knew she was beet red in the face which only served to make her even more angry. She heard a few cat calls and a "Way to go Granger!", but she didn't know who had said it.

Finally Harry spoke, "I think you look beautiful Hermione. You should keep the look. Although I may have to beat off a few dogs with a stick." He grinned at her to make her feel more at ease and it did help. The tension went out of her shoulders and she was able to smile back at him.

"Thanks Harry. I have to say I like the new look as well and I have Ginny to thank for it."

Ginny beamed at her and was going to say something before Ron opened his trap once again...

"Ginny, you did this to you? What are you trying to do, get every guy in the school all over her? She has ME. She didn't need to go and do this to herself." That did it...

Hermione stood up and loomed over him. "Shut your fracking mouth Weasley!!! What I wear, where I go, and who I see, is MY business. I have told you time and time again that I am not interested in you in that fashion, but for some reason it won't penetrate to your brain. Now I am going to tell you this one last time. There is no You and Me, except as friends and you are walking a thin line on that one at the moment. Now get bloody used to it!"

She flopped herself back down in her seat and proceeded to eat her eggs as though nothing had transpired. Everyone else went about there business except for Ron, who stormed out of the Great Hall. It was at that moment she happened to look across the room and notice Draco Malfoy staring at her. It wasn't the first time she had caught him looking at her. It's just that in the past the look was usually riddled with hatred. Ever since the new term had started she began noticing changes in the way he acted toward her as well as his fellow Slytherins. He always sat so far away from them now, even Pansy wasn't fawning over him as usual. It wasn't for a lack of trying though. Hermione had witnessed the girl attempting to sit with him and he didn't seem to want anything to do with her. Then she began to catch him looking at her, but he would look away as soon as she caught his gaze. She didn't see hatred in his face anymore, instead it looked more like curiosity. What the devil would he be curious about me for? Earlier this week had been the strangest incident of all. She had been walking back from a study session in the library with an armload of books and scrolls, praying that her arms would hold out til she made it back to her room. When she turned a corner she saw Crabbe, Goyle and Malfoy standing in the hallway talking. She tried to pretend they weren't there, but she couldn't help hear their conversation.

"Come on Malfoy", Crabbe said. "You never hang out with us anymore."

"Yeah, you're always in your room." said Goyle. "Come back to the dorms, I got a bottle of fire whiskey hidden in my trunk. We can try and polish that off."

She heard Crabbe snicker and looked up to see he had noticed her. "Actually Goyle I got a better idea. Why don't we play Avalanche with the mudblood here." He then stepped in front of her to block her path.

Oh, why did this have to happen right now?, she thought to herself.

Goyle looked puzzled. "How do you play Avalanche Crabbe?"

"Like this!" He then proceeded to knock all of her books and scrolls on the floor, making a huge mess. He and Goyle began laughing uproariously at what they thought was a clever little trick.

"Ten points from Slytherin Crabbe."

"For what Granger, knocking your precious books to the floor?"

She smirked at him before answering, "No, for the shame you must cause your mother every time she looks at you and has to recall the day she vomited you forth."

She heard a snort and she thought it came from Malfoy, but she couldn't tell.

Crabbe glared at her. "You had better watch your mouth you filthy little mudblood or els-

She had her wand pointed one inch from his nose before he could finish. "I wouldn't finish that sentence if I were you. Now I suggest you move your slow, useless carcass out of this hallway before I do something to make sure you don't permeate the Earth with any children who also look like the wrong end of a blast ended sckrewt."

She kept her wand trained on Crabbe and Goyle til they were out of sight, she then turned around to begin picking up the mess they made when she bumped right into Malfoy. She had completely forgotten about him, because he had been so silent. He was standing there with all of her books and scrolls in his hands, holding them out for her to take. What the fudge??? She warily reached out to take them from him, wondering the whole time what the gag was.

"Um, thank you...You're not going to knock them back out of my hands now are you?"

He just gave her a sort of half-smile and then started walking in the direction Crabbe and Goyle had stormed off in. Ooookkk, apparently Malfoy has finally lost what few marbles he had. She had then proceeded to head back to her room.

She hadn't had anymore interactions with him since then. Coming back from her musings she noticed that he was still looking at her, and this time he wasn't looking away. She raised her eyebrow at him and he smirked at her. What he is trying to do? Is he trying to stare me down and see if I will look away first? Hah! That's what he thinks! Nobody beats me at staring contests sucker! It was at that moment that movement to his side caught her attention and noticed Pansy slip something into his drink while he wasn't paying attention. Huh? Warning bells started going off in her head and she went to get up from the bench to head over there when she noticed Pansy discretely flick her wand in his direction. Malfoy began to cough and reach for his drink. Oh no! What did that sneaky bitch slip in there! She ran in the direction of the Slytherin table trying to get there in time, but she saw him drinking from the cup and shouted , "No Malfoy! Don't drink that!" By the time Hermione got the words out she was at the table, but he had just finished the drink and was setting down the glass. Her shouting had caught his attention and he turned to face her.

When stormy colored eyes met cinnamon, everything changed.