A/N: As of 5/9/05: I am slowly editing each chapter and re-posting it. Hopefully I catch all the mistakes, if not just tell me and I will correct it. I am also doing away with all the disclaimers and author's notes in each chapter so it's an easier read.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter and all related people and places belong to Warner Bros. Poor J.K. Rowling!
Chapter 1
Changes
"I have wandered far and wide,
For something real,
Something to die for,
But I have found you,
And you do not see,
All that is me,
All that is true,
I am more than you will see,
I am more than you will need,
I am more than you will see,
More than wanted,
As you float that flimsy surface,
You should know life lies beneath it,
And don't pretend that you feel what I feel, for you,
Living the illusion that I am real,
I am more than you will see,
I am more than you will need,
I am more than you will see,
More than wanted,
I am more than you will see,
I am more than you will need,
I am more than you will see,
More than wanted,
I know, I know, you like the way you feel, when I play,
I know, I know, you don't really hear what I say,
I know, I know, you are waiting for something to rain,
I know, I know, you wish you could be more than you say,
I am more than you will see,
I am more than you will need,
I am more than you will see,
More than wanted,
I am more than you will see,
I am more than you will need,
I am more than you will see,
More than wanted,
More than you'll love,
More than you'll hate,
More than you'll have,
More than wanted,
More than you'll need,
More than you'll dream,
More than you'll hold,
More than wanted,
More than you'll crave,
More than you'll cherish,
More than you'll have,
More than wanted."
Vanessa Carlton "More Than Wanted"
Hermione Granger was sitting in a library. This was not unusual at all except where the library was. It was on the third floor of the castle at the wizarding school Beauxbatons. Hermione, after an incident that only a few knew about, had been transffered to Beauxbaton where she had taken up her post of trying to be the top student in her class.
The move to France (or at least somewhere in France) was to protect Hermione who had, had a rough 5th year and had an unwanted encounter with some one she had trusted. But that was no more. Sure, she trusted her parents and some of her friends, but she used to be so niave, so trusting and, in her opinion, dumb.
When she had arrived at Beauxbatons it had taken her a while to settle in. Lots of the girls here were snobby, none more than a blonde twit with the name Angelina DeCoeur. Angelina was pretty, but not stunning like her cousin, Fleur Delacour. Hermione had found out they where cousins a week into school. Angelina liked to sit around bragging about her wonderful family and their fortune. No one really liked her and most avoided her.
But Hermione had made one friend, a girl by the name of Amanda James. She was a transfer too, but this time from America. Amanda was similair to Hermione, in that she to loved school and had wonderful grades.
Hermione pulled her long brown hair back into a pony tail. She was pouring over a book that was called "Le Pouveir". It was totally written in French and she was having a hard time with the translation. She shoved the book away from her momentarily. She had been working on this for three hours now and she had only translated about fifty pages.
Instead of struggling over the French book, she thought back to last year. It is strange how much can change in one year. Friends become distant, old enemies can become welcomed allies and people you couldn't stand before, become treasured friends. Hermione smiled as she thought about how she had thought Parvarti Patil was the most annoying girl in the whole world, but at the end of the year Hermione had actually been upset that she was leaving her behind.
And the bad part of the year where Harry started to withdrawl from her, until he ignored her completely. Now that had been terrible, but somehow it had forced Hermione to be out on her own. Yes, things had been crazy the last year. Beauxbaton had to be, well, not as exciting like Hogwarts had been those first few years. Hermione wiped a tear away. She was getting sentimental again.
She pulled "Le Pouveir" closer to her and started once again to try and translate the text. She looked up once in the next half an hour just to check her watch. She had be in her dorm by five to get ready for dinner. The next time she looked at her watch it was already ten to five and the sun outside was starting to set. Thats the problem with winter, Hermione thought to herself, not enough daylight.
When she got to the girls dorms she threw her heavy book bag onto her bed and sat down, she was waiting for Amanda to come bursting through the door. Amanda had spent almost the whole day with her boyfriend, Charles Bronkley. Hermione sighed she might as well put on her blue silk robe for dinner while she waited. She opened her chest of drawers and pulled the piece of blue conffection out and pulled it over her head. The one change that she had liked from Hogwarts was that it was warmer here.
Just then she heard the rush of wings and looked up as a large Screech Owl was just flying through her window. She recognized it immedaitely. It was Draco Malfoy's owl. The owls name was actaully Hoffer, which Hermione had some how found funny. Hoffer landed softly on her bed and began searching her discarded robes pockets for an owl treat. She turned towards her dresser, opened a drawer and tossed an owl treat to the persistant owl.
She walked over and took the letter from the owl as it sat quietly chewing the owl treat. She unrolled the parchment and read:
Dear Hermione,
Hello! How is your school life going? Mine, well let's just say school is a push over without some one like you to compete with on grades. Since I don't want to bring up any painful memories, I am not going to talk about anyone from the Gryffindore house. Pansy is being a royal pain in my arse. She thinks that I am going to marry her when I graduate. Ha! Like I would do that. And then there is my father, who thinks he can dictate my life to me and not have me argue. What a load of dung! I hope you are fairing better in life then I am now. So how is your friend Amanda? She actually sent me an owl yesterday telling me to get off my fat arse and owl you! Can you believe that? Well I am sorry this is kind of short and pointless too boot, but I must be going,
Tootles,
Draco A. Malfoy
Hermione smiled, thinking, 'what a nice letter'. She hadn't noticed, but Amanda was right. Draco hadn't owled her in almost three weeks. Well scratch that, he had owled her now. She smiled to herself again. Now what to write back?
