Disclaimer: If I owned Harry Potter, I'd be rich. I'm not rich. Perhaps I shall write a book that will get me rich. Oh, right. Therefore, I do not own Harry Potter.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Hermione decided to take a bath. It was, after all, only 5 in the morning, and she had plenty of time to freshen up before school.
Might as well look presentable in front of that no good, two-timing, backstabbing, son of a mother lover, she thought angrily.
Hermione turned the nozzle to the hottest temperature and waited until the bathtub was full of water and bath bubbles, and got in. Hermione sighed in pleasure as the hot, steaming water engulfed her petite body.
Heaven on earth to boil away my troubles, She thought. She took a few deep breaths and closed her eyes. After a while, she fell asleep, only to be startled awake by her mother pounding on the door.
"HERMIONE! You'll be late if you don't get ready now! It's already 8:00!"
Hermione heard this and her eyes popped open.
Ah shoot... she thought as she practically flew out of the bathtub and into her bedroom, a little wrinkly and towel-clad.
Her hair was a little wet and her fingers were a little numb, but she put on her clothes as quickly as possible. After yanking on her favorite pair of fitting, jeans and pulling on a black halter lined with white lace, Hermione dragged herself down the stairs into the kitchen.
After a quick couple of bites of scrambled eggs, Hermione trudged back up the stairs and put on some lip-gloss and eye liner, and then shouted to no one in particular that she was ready to go.
By the time Hermione got to the train station, it was 2 minutes to 9 and the Hogwarts Express was about to leave.
Hermione sprinted to the entrance and shouted a 'Goodbye Mum! Goodbye Dad! I love you!' to her parents while pushing her cart through barricades of people.
Thirty seconds to nine, an out of breath Hermione had gotten on the train with everything put away and found Ron and Harry.
"Harry! Ronald! It's great to see you! Wow, you two have...changed..." Ron slightly scowled at Hermione's habit of calling him by his full name, but brushed it off.
Both of her best friends were no longer scrawny, but very well built.
Their toned abs were slightly visible under their muscle shirts and their arms were nicely built.
Harry no longer had glasses, but contacts. Sirius had gotten them for him as a birthday gift. His godfather joked that if Harry didn't get contacts soon, they'd be lodged in his eyes from all the bludgers going at his face. And now his eyes complemented his jet-black hair more than ever.
Ron was no longer pale, but brushed with a nice tan, and he wasn't a redhead anymore. His mum had bewitched his hair to make him a brunette. It made him look, for lack of a more descriptive depiction, seriously hot.
They both were undeniably even cuter than before, but Hermione couldn't say that, not in front of her two best friends...
But Ron and Harry noticed they weren't the only ones that changed over the summer.
"Hah, we've gone through some changes," Ron laughed, blushing his ears tomato red.
"So how are you two going to play quidditch?" Hermione inquired, "I mean, isn't your...bulk going to be a problem?"
"Nah. Don't worry about that. We worked out for Malfoy. If he knows any better, which he probably doesn't, he'd stay away. But anyway, I practiced with Ron this summer. We're faster than we've ever been!" Harry said excitedly.
"Well, it's nice to see you've taken a liking to your changes," Hermione told them sincerely.
"Yeah, we have. And by the way Hermione, you look different this year," Ron commented.
Hermione raised an eyebrow. "Different?"
"I-I mean, n-not that it's bad or anything, it's good, really! I just mean that-that," Ron stuttered, "Hey look the food trolley!"
"Yeah, you look great Hermione." Harry agreed, laughing at Ron.
Hermione started snickering at hearing their matured voices.
Harry and Ron were a bit baffled as to why Hermione was laughing, but they shrugged it off and both gave her giant bear hugs at the same time. From there, Hermione went from giggling, to choking.
Quidditch does a boy good... Hermione thought, unconsciously enjoying being in the arms of her two - adorable - best friends.
The three finished their hugs and sat down in their compartment. Watching the scenery pass by, Hermione soon fell asleep, head leaning on the window. Once again, Draco dreams filled her every thought that lingered in her mind.
This time, when Hermione woke up, she wasn't alone, as expected, but she was quite surprised when she saw-
"MALFOY!" Hermione shrieked, backing into her seat. Draco Malfoy stood right in front of her, staring at every part of her body, as if her were trying to grope her with his mind without physically doing anything.
"Where the hell are Harry and Ron? And why the hell are you here? God, Malfoy, you bloody scared me halfway to America!" Hermione shouted.
Draco smirked and leered down at her saying, "Only half? Well, at any rate, I'm a bit glad you didn't get all the way there. Would've been a waste," he replied, eyeing her up and down.
Hermione was ENRAGED! She had half the mind to slap the dolt.
...Except she decided to punch him square in the nose.
Satisfied, she sat back with a content look on her face, giving a speechless, nose-holding Draco a one-of-a-kind Hermione Granger smirk.
A/N: I'm sorry if this isn't too great. As mentioned before, I'm not a great writer, so I hope you didn't hate this too badly. Reviews would be great, thanks!
7/28/06 Edit: I hope this is better than it was before. I'm trying to make it less...bad. Yeah. My vocabulary's dying. Danggit. Just in time for the SAT's too. Please review! Thank you very much!
