Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from this story they all belong to J.K Rowling who is a genius.

A/N: Hello! This is my first fanfic ever so please be gentle and don't send me flames! I'm a H/Hr supporter all the way. Enjoy!

The sun gently kiss Hermione through the silk curtains of her bed room window. She stirred tiredly and listened to the tranquil sound of the birds singing harmonized duets. She stretched and looked at her calendar, which read: September 1. A smile curled on her lips as the thought of her friends occupied her mind. Not to long from now she'd be in the presence of Harry and Ron, her two best friends whom she'd met during her first year at Hogwarts. Hermione stifled a yawn and trudged over to her bathroom to prepare herself for her 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

Chapter 1: We Meet Again

King's Cross station was packed with muggles as usual and Hermione made her way through the crowd with her trunk. She got a glimpse of the clock; the train would be leaving in ten minutes. With one last glance around platforms 9 and 10 for Ron and Harry, Hermione walked casually between both platforms onto platform 9¾. Hogwarts Express was being boarded by all the years, which could be easily identified. She saw many 1st years talking to prefects and the occasional goofball that would frighten them about The Sorting Ceremony, Quidditch, The Forbidden Forest, and Mr. Filch. She giggled and shook her head in disbelief. Hermione stood up proudly and boarded the train in pure arrogance. After all she was Head Girl. She was acting like this purposely to show off. It was not in her nature to do so but considering it was her last year she thought she'd have some fun. Hermione stopped half way through the train when she heard voices familiar to her ears.

"Have you seen her?"

"Not at all,"

"You don't suppose she thinks she's to good for us since she's Head Girl?"

"I don't think so. I mean I am—"

"Absolutely ludicrous!"

He was interrupted by Hermione who was standing at the entrance, hands on her hips looking fearsome.

"Hermione!" they declared in unison.

Ron and Harry got up and went to her. Hermione dropped her hands to her side and laughed. All three of them embraced each other to show how much they missed everyone of them.

"How could you say that I'd forgotten you guys!? You hurt my feelings," she said sarcastically.

They all sat, Ron next to Harry and Hermione in front, and began to discuss their summer. Hermione told them how she had spent a horrible summer babysitting. Ron and Harry spent their summer together so naturally Ron was doing all the talking.

"..So then we went to Hogsmeade and.."

While Ron was going on to tell all about how Fred and George started their practical joke business, Harry's attention was on Hermione.

She was listening intently and asking all types of questions. She was already changed into her robes, as were they but her figure was still visible. Hermione had become a woman over the summer of their 6th year and not just physically. She was not as subconscious of herself and was more of a free spirit. Harry remembered during their 6th year he was eavesdropping as she was spinning in the pouring rain looking blissful. Also she had been late to class and her excuse was not convincing. Luckily it was not potions she was late for.

Her feminine features were haunting Harry worse than dementors. She was gorgeous. As she was sitting, legs crossed, Harry stole a glance at her shapely calves. His head was full of thoughts of her that he tried so desperately to shake away. No way! She's your best friend! Her voluptuous body was not the only thing he saw, her face was absolutely spell-bounding. Her hair was less frizzy and tied back neatly in a bun, her plump lips glistened with a touch of lip gloss, her eyes beautifully fitted for her mysterious elegance, and all her other features that had Harry's mind in the clouds. He was exceptionally glad they would be sharing their own rooms together.

Harry stole a glance at her and caught her eyes. It seemed like an eternity, but in the next second she turned back to Ron, her cheeks turning crimson. Hermione felt her cheeks burning and everything Ron was saying seemed so distant. His piercing green eyes hypnotized her and made her feel weak and vulnerable. Sure, she liked Harry, what girl at Hogwarts didn't? Even ghosts fell with his charm. But she felt there was something else between them. Everything he did and everything he was made her want to be his. His bravery a unique sense of courage and kindness. She noticed his noble heart the day he and Ron saved her from the troll. Hermione was neither blind nor naïve, she noticed his physical change as well. Although he hair was still unruly and his emerald eyes still mesmerizing, he was more of a man. He was taller for one, 6'1 and muscular and Hermione was first to notice unless Ron took some interest that they were not aware of.

Ron's voice was no longer carrying on senselessly. He yawned and stood up.

"Hey I think we're here! Let's go!"

The two stood and followed Ron. Harry and Hermione met at the doorway. Harry took a step back.

"Ladies first,"

"Thanks," Hermione said.

She paused then turned and added, "Hey, by the way, do you know who Head Boy is?"

"Yeah,"

The grin plastered on his face made her heart stop.

"Me,"

~*End of Chapter 1*~

A/N: R/R please!! Hope you enjoyed it!!!