Hermione left her personal dorm room on the second of September to attend her classes. She strutted the hallways flipping her hair whenever she knew she caught the eye of a boy. She hadn't really talked to Harry and Ron the day before, it had been more fun for her to pretend to be looking for them in the train compartments and see the looks on the faces of everyone. When she sat down in front of them she felt as though they were purposely ignoring her. She knew it wasn't the case; they never had paid a lot of attention to her. Why should her growth spurt change it? "Hey Harry, Ron," She announced to them loudly making sure they would hear her. They both looked up and in unison replied, "Hey." They were unimpressed with her appearance. They hadn't even noticed the change in her hair, let alone her body shape. Something inside her dropped. She felt almost subconscious, but most of all hurt because her friends hadn't even noticed her miraculous change. Their first class that morning was Transfiguration with the Hufflepuffs. Hermione got 30 points for Gryffindor, and was still moping about her encounter with Harry and Ron. That night Hermione visited the Gryffindor common room to see Ginny. Her friend told her she looked fantastic, and they chatted about boys. Nine o'clock rolled around and it was time for Hermione to patrol the hallways. She wandered the entrance hall, and then started toward the dungeons. As she turned the first corner she hit something nearly rock solid, but soft, warm and inviting at the same time. She looked up into the cold eyes of Draco Malfoy. She pushed away from him, and straitened herself up. "Malfoy, what the hell are you doing out? You're supposed to be in your dorm." He looked at her, and the looked on his face when from a look of surprise, to a smirk. "I am Head boy. I can do whatever I want.. Whenever I want." He raised an eyebrow at her and brushed past her. She watched him walk by and all she could think was, "Damn, he is so fine." Draco was very impressed with the way Hermione looked. When he brushed by her he could feel some of her curves, and he ached with want. He knew he had to have her. He had to do whatever it took. But he knew it involved making him want him more.