A/N: Here is the first revised Chapter
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"Hermione, what did you do to your hair?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," answered Hermione.
"But.... Its black," countered Ron.
"Oh, that, I did that like a long time ago."
"You mean the beginning of summer."
"It was brown last time I checked," said Harry
"And when was that ... three months ago?"
"Well... You... But... We tried to owl you.. But... um..."
"But what?"
"I, we... I mean ... forget it"
The group is silent for a moment.
"You seem a little depressed," stated Ron.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said putting on a fake smile and personality, "I'm just not in my normal mood today. I'm a little bit bitchy, sorry for the inconvenience."
"Um..." Harry was slightly taken aback; Hermione was acting really weird, "Ok, well... I like your outfit."
"No you don't, its black, you hate black, it reminds you of Voldemort."
"No I don't. Black's cool."
"So Herm," Ron asked, changing the subject, "what did you do all summer?" asked Ron.
"You would have known if you'd bothered to owl," replied an angry Hermione. 'I hate that name!' she thought.
"We said we tried. It's not like you tried either. Were you too busy with Viktor Krum to owl your two best friends?" Ron verbally attacked her.
"Forget this" she said and abruptly walked out of the compartment.
'What were they talking about; I "seem a little depressed"? I haven't changed one bit. I just died my hair. Big deal. What did they know? Nothing. They know nothing at all. They didn't even bother to write while I was with Viktor. Not that it mattered; I had my hands (and mouth) (AN: Kissing!!) full, with him,' Hermione thought, grinning mischievously.
"Are you about to play a trick on someone, Granger? Better wipe that look off your face; people might think you were planning something that's against the rules. Wouldn't want that on your permanent record now would you?"
"Fuck off, Malfoy."
"I see you've found some harsh language over the summer. And you used to be such a good girl." Draco's eyes danced down her body. 'Wow,' he thought, 'for a mudblood she sure has a tight bod.' His amused gaze returned to a less enthusiastic one.
He smiled, which caught her off guard. "By the way, I like your hair," he said, before entering the next compartment, leaving a speechless Hermione behind.
Hermione felt violated. Draco had looked at her as though he could see through her clothes, not exactly a feeling she liked, but then again... maybe she had changed over the summer. Draco sure had. He had barely insulted her.
It was Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts, along with the rest of her friends, and enemies. She had spent almost the entire summer with Viktor, without one letter from either of her best friends. Then the filthy bastard dumped her. He actually dumped her. That's when she died her hair, so it was really a new thing. She also got a bunch of new (black) clothes. She didn't know why though, they just seemed to fit her mood. Nothing was going her way anymore, well, she was still at the top of her class, but that wasn't really anything exciting. She had finished all of this year's books before getting home from Diagon Alley. All of the subjects seemed boring and useless, when was she going to use the ability to transfigure a chimpanzee into a recliner chair in real life? It all seemed like such a waste of time.
Now that they were returning to Hogwarts, Hermione felt even more depressed. Usually the castle cheered her, but it didn't this time. She knew that once they began attending class she would go back to being Miss "know-it-all" Granger. She didn't think any of the guys gave her a second glance, especially now that Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil had "blossomed". She didn't have huge anything, except maybe hips, but those weren't the "in" thing for guys. They just made it hard to find pants that didn't make her look like an elephant.
'Well here goes another year of "perfect-ness". I just hope...'
"Knut for you thoughts," asked a familiar voice.
"I have enough money, thank you."
Harry smiled, "Yea me too."
"Hey. Uh.. Ron and me are real sorry for what we said earlier. We got a little carried away. And we meant to write you, first the Dursley's wouldn't let me owl anything, then Ron would always try to add something on the bottom, and he was a bit angry with you. He wasn't too happy when you stayed with Krum all summer, over him."
"Its not my fault, Viktor asked me first! What's the deal with Ron anyways? Its not like I'm his girlfriend."
"Well..." said Harry, blushing a little bit, "He uh... he does seem to like you... ya know, as more than a friend."
"Oh sure that's just what I need, Ron wanting to be my boyfriend... Oh crap! Ron likes me as more than a friend! No way... Ron? Are you sure? But, were like, practically, siblings!"
"I thought you knew... it was kind of obvious."
"Well not to me!" snapped Hermione. "I have to go think about this."
"I... Hermione," said Harry as the compartment door swung shut, "Ah! Forget it."
'How can Ron like me? We practically live together. What am I thinking.. we do live together! We are like family! How am I ever going to face him now? He *likes* me? Oh no!' Frustrated, Hermione searched in her backpack for (what else) a book. 'This should take my mind off things...Learning to be an Animagus, Book 5.'
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Meanwhile, Harry had returned to Ron
"I think she might be mad at you"
"And why's that? All I did was ask her what she did all summer. Don't I have a right to know? I mean I am one of her best friends!"
"Well... you were a little..."
"A little what, Harry?"
"I... uh... You were being a little overprotective" Harry blushed, as Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil walked in.
"Overprotective? What are you talking about?"
"Uh... Pavarti, Lavender, come sit, please," Harry begged.
"Sure Harry," replied a confused (and rather flattered), Lavender.
"So what have you been up to all summer...," asked Harry, which lead into a lengthy, superficial conversation, taking Hermione off Ron's mind, for the moment.
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"Hermione, what did you do to your hair?" asked Ron.
"Nothing," answered Hermione.
"But.... Its black," countered Ron.
"Oh, that, I did that like a long time ago."
"You mean the beginning of summer."
"It was brown last time I checked," said Harry
"And when was that ... three months ago?"
"Well... You... But... We tried to owl you.. But... um..."
"But what?"
"I, we... I mean ... forget it"
The group is silent for a moment.
"You seem a little depressed," stated Ron.
"Oh I'm sorry," she said putting on a fake smile and personality, "I'm just not in my normal mood today. I'm a little bit bitchy, sorry for the inconvenience."
"Um..." Harry was slightly taken aback; Hermione was acting really weird, "Ok, well... I like your outfit."
"No you don't, its black, you hate black, it reminds you of Voldemort."
"No I don't. Black's cool."
"So Herm," Ron asked, changing the subject, "what did you do all summer?" asked Ron.
"You would have known if you'd bothered to owl," replied an angry Hermione. 'I hate that name!' she thought.
"We said we tried. It's not like you tried either. Were you too busy with Viktor Krum to owl your two best friends?" Ron verbally attacked her.
"Forget this" she said and abruptly walked out of the compartment.
'What were they talking about; I "seem a little depressed"? I haven't changed one bit. I just died my hair. Big deal. What did they know? Nothing. They know nothing at all. They didn't even bother to write while I was with Viktor. Not that it mattered; I had my hands (and mouth) (AN: Kissing!!) full, with him,' Hermione thought, grinning mischievously.
"Are you about to play a trick on someone, Granger? Better wipe that look off your face; people might think you were planning something that's against the rules. Wouldn't want that on your permanent record now would you?"
"Fuck off, Malfoy."
"I see you've found some harsh language over the summer. And you used to be such a good girl." Draco's eyes danced down her body. 'Wow,' he thought, 'for a mudblood she sure has a tight bod.' His amused gaze returned to a less enthusiastic one.
He smiled, which caught her off guard. "By the way, I like your hair," he said, before entering the next compartment, leaving a speechless Hermione behind.
Hermione felt violated. Draco had looked at her as though he could see through her clothes, not exactly a feeling she liked, but then again... maybe she had changed over the summer. Draco sure had. He had barely insulted her.
It was Hermione's 6th year at Hogwarts, along with the rest of her friends, and enemies. She had spent almost the entire summer with Viktor, without one letter from either of her best friends. Then the filthy bastard dumped her. He actually dumped her. That's when she died her hair, so it was really a new thing. She also got a bunch of new (black) clothes. She didn't know why though, they just seemed to fit her mood. Nothing was going her way anymore, well, she was still at the top of her class, but that wasn't really anything exciting. She had finished all of this year's books before getting home from Diagon Alley. All of the subjects seemed boring and useless, when was she going to use the ability to transfigure a chimpanzee into a recliner chair in real life? It all seemed like such a waste of time.
Now that they were returning to Hogwarts, Hermione felt even more depressed. Usually the castle cheered her, but it didn't this time. She knew that once they began attending class she would go back to being Miss "know-it-all" Granger. She didn't think any of the guys gave her a second glance, especially now that Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil had "blossomed". She didn't have huge anything, except maybe hips, but those weren't the "in" thing for guys. They just made it hard to find pants that didn't make her look like an elephant.
'Well here goes another year of "perfect-ness". I just hope...'
"Knut for you thoughts," asked a familiar voice.
"I have enough money, thank you."
Harry smiled, "Yea me too."
"Hey. Uh.. Ron and me are real sorry for what we said earlier. We got a little carried away. And we meant to write you, first the Dursley's wouldn't let me owl anything, then Ron would always try to add something on the bottom, and he was a bit angry with you. He wasn't too happy when you stayed with Krum all summer, over him."
"Its not my fault, Viktor asked me first! What's the deal with Ron anyways? Its not like I'm his girlfriend."
"Well..." said Harry, blushing a little bit, "He uh... he does seem to like you... ya know, as more than a friend."
"Oh sure that's just what I need, Ron wanting to be my boyfriend... Oh crap! Ron likes me as more than a friend! No way... Ron? Are you sure? But, were like, practically, siblings!"
"I thought you knew... it was kind of obvious."
"Well not to me!" snapped Hermione. "I have to go think about this."
"I... Hermione," said Harry as the compartment door swung shut, "Ah! Forget it."
'How can Ron like me? We practically live together. What am I thinking.. we do live together! We are like family! How am I ever going to face him now? He *likes* me? Oh no!' Frustrated, Hermione searched in her backpack for (what else) a book. 'This should take my mind off things...Learning to be an Animagus, Book 5.'
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Meanwhile, Harry had returned to Ron
"I think she might be mad at you"
"And why's that? All I did was ask her what she did all summer. Don't I have a right to know? I mean I am one of her best friends!"
"Well... you were a little..."
"A little what, Harry?"
"I... uh... You were being a little overprotective" Harry blushed, as Lavender Brown and Pavarti Patil walked in.
"Overprotective? What are you talking about?"
"Uh... Pavarti, Lavender, come sit, please," Harry begged.
"Sure Harry," replied a confused (and rather flattered), Lavender.
"So what have you been up to all summer...," asked Harry, which lead into a lengthy, superficial conversation, taking Hermione off Ron's mind, for the moment.
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