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Chapter One Hello World, This is Me

Hermione sat one the Hogwarts express, her legs stuck out in front of her, he face expressionless staring out the window. A soft pitter patter of rain drops hitting against the glass window seemed very calming and relaxing, though she had no idea why.

Hermione was in her seventh year of Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardy, she was Head Girl and the top best student of the entire school, though she didn't give the slightest damn about that now, not at all.

She was very frusterated and depressed, she even concidered killing herself by slitting her veins, but thought better of it. What use would it be? Hermione, just last year, had defeated Lord Voldemort. She, alone, with no one else, she with her own wand had killed the Dark Lord.

But did she get praised and worshipped? Oh no! The glorious Harry Potter had taken her glory and he, sitting aside, watching people fight to their deaths, sacraficing their lives to die in battle and knowing they had fought for the light side, had waited for the exact moment.

When Hermione had said the faithful curse to kill Voldemort, Harry hexed her and picked up her wand, making it look like he had killed him. Hermione was unconcious and people thought she dead. She woke and gave a bloodcurling scream when she found herself in a heap of dead bodies about to be burned.

They saved her before the fire had spread and when she found out about the glorious Potter and his marvelous defeat of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named she protested and said that SHE had killed him, not Harry.

Who are people going to beleive? A small, weak, goody-two shoes mudblood? Or the big, strong, Boy-Who-Lived Harry Potter? They even threw her into St. Mungos and stated her being insane! She, of course, said a couple of smart words and was let off the hook.

But people despised her and shunned her from the world because they thought that she, smart Head Girl, the one with all the best grades and the one who gets all the attention from professors just went a bit too far and wanted to steal the fame and glory of poor, parentless Harry. The greedy self centered Granger! After what Harry had done for the world she STILL wanted to deprive him of his glory.

Now Hermione was sitting alone in a compartment, being completly depressed. Nobody would even stand being in the same room as her, and Ron couldn't even look at her. He of course, stood with his Harry, like a dog sat at his masters heals, waiting for orders.

Hermione was disgusted with all of them, the world seemed stupid and worthless to her. She thought nothing was beautiful, everything was ugly and useless in her eyes. But could you blame her? I mean, what would you do if you were framed by your best friend and everyone loves him and hates you? Yes, I thought so.

Hermione pulled out her CD player and listened to the music she now a days listened to. The only music that described her mood was gothic music and heavy metal. She put on not so loud and aggresive song, but one that pretty much fit her mood. (Placebo "The bitter end")

She bobbed her head in the rythim of the music and when the song ended, she put on a loud, heavy metal, aggresive and rather brutal song on full blast, practicly deafening herself, but she didn't care, thats how she listened to songs these days.

She suddenly had the urge to dance to the music, she stood up and sang with the song, practicly screaming the words as she couldn't hear herself over the music. She jumped around the compartment, shaking her head like a wild dog, her hair flying everywhere.

"I never would have guessed you were like that!!

Always wearing that one goddamn orange hat!!

Picking yer nose from behind your math book!

To fucking stupid to realise that I was watching you!

Curled up quietly in a old dusty nook

So lazy never tying yer fucking sneaker shoe!!

Lalalalalala and you had to go and do something like that!!

Lalalalalala took all my glory you fucking sneaky rat!

Lalalalalala seeing me there you just had to show yer ass to the world!" (a/n I made up that song cause I couldn't think of a song that would fit her situation, hehehe)

And she sang on, jumping up and down, he hair flying wildly over her face. She was not aware of a certain tall, blond Slytherin, standing in the doorway, leaning against the frame of her compartment door, listening to her a smirk plastered across his face.

Draco Malfoy was indeed listening to Hermione Granger's singing, and he had to admit, she had talent for such loud and strong songs. Her voice was stable and firm, and you could tell she could sing at any tones, no matter how low and hard they were. He noticed the song was blasted so loud, he wouldn't be surprised if she turned out deaf.

The blond was also interested in how this puney Griffindor know-it-all had grown and changed. She had filled out in all the right places, her hips were a teeny bit wider, but not that wide that it made her look like some kind of barrel or something, just enough to make her look, well, hot.

Her chest had risen a considerable amount and her waist was small and curved. She was wearing black, baggy jeans that were way to long and large for her wich were torn at the knees with a bulldog patch sown onto her butt pocket. A punk like belt with a sparkly british flag at the buckle.

She was wearing a small, tight, black shirt with ripped off sleeves that showed her stomach wich had a glittery snake navel ring. She had a black zippie hoodie tied around her waist and he saw it had a blood red zipper. Yes, Granger had gone PUNK style!

Her hair was smooth, but not at the moment as she was jumping up and down sending her hair flying everywhere, but as I was saying, it was smooth and silky. It was very dark, almost black but it was a simply a very dark brown and it was merely wavy and cascaded down her back, ending into bouncy curls.

Draco was in awe at how this girl had changed and how she could simply be looking so fucking GOOD! He quikly pushed those thought away, stupid mudblood Grager! The song finally ended, and though she still had unwanted energy pumping through her body, she took off her headphones and literally threw her CD player across the compartment to the bench on the other side.

She gasped and fell out off the bench she was standing on to land painfully on the ground when Draco cleared his throat uncertainly. She looked up at him and frowned. Out of all people Draco Malfoy had come to insult her some more, like she hadn't been since last year.

"Oh, Malfoy! Why the hell did you decide to stand in my doorway and scared the shit out of me? Came, like many others before you, to insult stupid, useless mudblood Granger? Go ahead! I don't give a damn anymore! Oh look! It's that wench that tried to steal poor, parentless, less intelligent Potter's glory of defeating the Dark Lord! Let's all kick her ass and be done with it! But whats this? Kicking her ass won't do? Lets all despise her and make her life living hell! Yes, that will make her pay for the horrible horrible deed of saving the world from that nice sweet Voldemort! Let her rot in her grave, the Devils of Darkness will throw her into the deepest part of hell, let her decay in a boiling pot of the underworld! Hmphf!" she cried and crossed her arms over chest. It seems she needed to get that out of her system.

Draco was taken aback and said in a rather small voice.

"I w-was just going to ask you if I could sit here, it's just, well, um..." he sputtered and Hermione cracked into a smirk. Malfoy? Sputtering? I should get that on film...she thought and finally pulled herself up and sat down in her seat, stretching out her legs again, and leaving them spread out in front her again.

"Sure, whatever Malfoy. I am concluding they think your the Dark Lord's heir right?" she said with an arched eyebrow. Draco nodded but wasn't really listening to her, he was studying her face. She was very beautiful. She had milky pale skin that was clear and perfect. Her once light brown eyes had darkened and were matching her hair.

She had black mascara and heavy black eye shadow, giving her eyes a sexy kind of smokey look. She was wearing light brown lipstick wich clashed nicely to her oufit and complection. She didn't wear any cover up, her skin was naturaly smooth and radiant.

Draco was completly awed and Hermione knew it. SHE also took the oppertunity to study HIM. He no longer slicked back his white blond hair, wich was still white blond of course. She left it normal and a few stray locks fell into his face. His blue grey eyes ere still deep and mezmorizing as ever, his pale smooth skin clashing nicely to his outfit, wich wasn't so bad actually. (a/n Of course it wasn't BAD it's not even GOOD it's simply and ONLY hot n' sexy...*licks lips*)

He was wearing an oversized black t-shirt with a white dragon drawn in detail on the whole back of the shirt. He was wearing baggy dark jeans with a silver chain hanging from his pocket to his belt. Hermione had to admit, he looked real good. They would make a perfect couple, two punk kids wearing dark and oversized clothes.

Draco snapped out of it, this is mudblood Granger! He should be mean and nasty, but somewhere deep in his heart, he knew he shouldn't.

"So mudblood. I see you've lost your two boyfriends Potty and Weasel. Hmm, saw them having quite a good time without you actually." he said smoothly and he was expecting her to be angry or to start crying, but to his surprise, she laughed.

It was a bitter and cold laugh, from inside her throat.

"Well, that doesn't surprise me. Should they be worring about lil ol me? The mudblood bitch who stole perfect Potter's glory? Haha! Screw her!" she said and stared bitterly out the window. Draco was a bit shocked at what and how she said it. She had actually insulted her little Potty and his sidekick. He smirked devilishly to himself.

"I see you had a fight with Pot Head. What, did you see him with Weasley? Bit of a surprise to see them gay, not really though." he said in attempt to make her angry but failed miserably as she laughed again, this time a hearty laugh wich showed she really found it funny.

"No, it's not really a big surprise. I walked in on them two years ago while they were in detention. They were 'cleaning' as they had told me." she said and she couldn't beleive she had just told that to Malfoy. He laughed at this and shook his head, as if saying they were complete freaks, wich they are.

"Hey, I walked in on Crabbe and Goyle last summer in the guys toilet, oh my god, that was quite a disturbing picture." he said and they both laughed. Hermione, still laughing, covered her eyes with her hands.

"Argh, why did you have to go and tell me about Crabbe and Goyle screwing each other in a toilet? I'm trying to block out the rather disturbing mental images out of my head." she said and they laughed again.

"You're telling me. I SAW it with my two eyes." he said and shuddered. Hermione just realized she was having a good time with Malfoy, but who gives a damn? He is the only person since a year who she talked civily to, or at least close to civily.

Draco must have realized too, but he pushed it away. He better savor this moment, as he wasn't going to have a very NICE year, as everyone was scared shitless of him and his family. He shrugged and an idea popped into his head.

"Hey Gr-Hermione! I'll make you a deal." he said with a lets-get-down-to- buisness tone. Hermione raised her eyebrows in a questioning matter but nodded.

"Oye Ma-Draco" she said mocking his mistake in trying to call her by her first name. He smiled at her when she did this but continued with his propostition.

"How bout, you help me with something, and I help you make Potters and everyone elses life living hell as I see you're not the I-love-the-world- and-it-loves-me-too kind a person, deal?" he said and stuck out his hand to shake on it. Hermione looked at it suspiciously at it for a moment then met his eyes.

"What do you need my help for? And what do you mean you'll help in making their lives living hell?" she questioned him, and he sighed, dropping his hand.

"I can't tell you what I need help with right now, but I did notice the world sudden;y hates you and I think you need some nasty lessons from me." he said and stuck out his hand again. Hermione smirked but still didn't shake his hand.

"You mean you'll teach me how to be nasty? I can already do that." she said and crossed her arms over her chest. Draco sighed with frusteration.

"Goddamnit Granger! You can't be just 'nasty' you have to be nastily organized! Always know how to snarl out a smooth come back! It's not as easy as it seems!" he said with exasperation. Hermione looked doubtfull but shook his hand anyway.

"Deal Malfoy"

"Deal Granger"

a/n Woo hoo! How was that? Did ya talk to the guy living across the road yet? Haha! If I stole this plot from anyone, then I give you the permission to mail me and give me peice of your mind. I'm really really sorry if I did, you can always yell at me and tell me to burn in hell, I won't mind if you do. You, after all, have the right to. Okay, I'm done with my ranting! See ya people later!

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