Chapter 1, The Dream
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters Jk Rowling does so on with the story
Hermione's eyes fluttered open she was drenched in sweet, breathing heavily. She tried to remember what she had just awoken from, the dream she had just encountered. She clutched her temples massaging them gently with the tips of her fingers. She had been running, running from him. She remembered steel gray eyes, gray eyes with the slightest hint of blue, eyes that could stare a hole into you if you let them. She had been chased. But she couldn't remember why.
Hermione pulled her legs over the side of the bed and absentmindely rubbed her chocolate brown eyes. She looked around her and stretched her arms in a yawn.
It was definetly to early to be up, Hermione thought as she saw the muggle clock she had placed on her trunk in front of her large queen bed in her own room. Hermione crawled out of bed anyway and made her way to the bathroom that she shared with Draco Malfoy, the headboy. "This is going to be a long day," She commented outloud.
Hermione stared into the mirror looking at the reflection before her. Her once bushy hair was now long and sleek. Her once gangly legs were now long and curvy to fit her body. She had changed very much over the summer, the summer before 6th year, the year that Hermione was headgirl.
She took a long shower and let the water wash over her body, feeling the day old dirt fall away. "A new start, a new day," She thought.
Hermione had been in the bathroom a long time before she heard Draco banging on the door. She finally clambered out into the common room that she and the headboy also shared, wearing only a slinky white tanktop and tight jeans.She then grabbed a book that she had left laying on the coffee table the previous evening.
Draco stepped out of the bathroom an hour later looking very....what was the word Hermione was looking for, sexy? His sleek blonde hair spiked up and just a towel strapped over his waist. Hermione gasped and the noise startled Draco and his grip on his towel loosend.Hermione stared as if her life depended on it and Draco quickly grasped the towel harder and hurried off to his room, he by accident ran into the door for he was gaping at Hermione's amount of stomach that her tanktop didn't cover. Hermione muffeled giggles as he stepped into his room grasping his head. "Dang that boy gets more fine every year mmhm," thought Hermione shaking her head telling herself not to think those thoughts.
She walked out of the room, after she had pulled her robes over her head, and down the halls and stares into the great hall for breakfast. She easily found seats next to Ron Weasley and Harry Potter her two best friends.
She piled sausage links and biscuits onto her plate hungrily. She grabbed a fork and shoved the food into her mouth, talking at the same time.
"Hungry Mione?" Ron laughed. Hermione just nodded and continued eating.
"She acts as if she is starved," Harry said also laughing.
"Guys shut up!" Hermione said as she wiped her mouth on a napkin, "I didn't eat dinner last night and we have a long day to get through! That essay in Flitwick's class and that potion we have to brew in Snape's!"
"Calm down!" Ron assured her mumbling something about copying in Flitwick's class and watching her in potions.
"Where are you going to go in life Ron if you always copy off of me?" Hermione questioned launching into her long arguement about copying.
Ron just smacked his head while Harry spat out pumpkin juice laughing. After Breakfast the three ran off to their first class of the day, Transfiguration with Minerva Mcgonagall.
A/N So, How'd you like it? Should I continue? Tell me what should happen next in your reviews!
Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter characters Jk Rowling does so on with the story
Hermione's eyes fluttered open she was drenched in sweet, breathing heavily. She tried to remember what she had just awoken from, the dream she had just encountered. She clutched her temples massaging them gently with the tips of her fingers. She had been running, running from him. She remembered steel gray eyes, gray eyes with the slightest hint of blue, eyes that could stare a hole into you if you let them. She had been chased. But she couldn't remember why.
Hermione pulled her legs over the side of the bed and absentmindely rubbed her chocolate brown eyes. She looked around her and stretched her arms in a yawn.
It was definetly to early to be up, Hermione thought as she saw the muggle clock she had placed on her trunk in front of her large queen bed in her own room. Hermione crawled out of bed anyway and made her way to the bathroom that she shared with Draco Malfoy, the headboy. "This is going to be a long day," She commented outloud.
Hermione stared into the mirror looking at the reflection before her. Her once bushy hair was now long and sleek. Her once gangly legs were now long and curvy to fit her body. She had changed very much over the summer, the summer before 6th year, the year that Hermione was headgirl.
She took a long shower and let the water wash over her body, feeling the day old dirt fall away. "A new start, a new day," She thought.
Hermione had been in the bathroom a long time before she heard Draco banging on the door. She finally clambered out into the common room that she and the headboy also shared, wearing only a slinky white tanktop and tight jeans.She then grabbed a book that she had left laying on the coffee table the previous evening.
Draco stepped out of the bathroom an hour later looking very....what was the word Hermione was looking for, sexy? His sleek blonde hair spiked up and just a towel strapped over his waist. Hermione gasped and the noise startled Draco and his grip on his towel loosend.Hermione stared as if her life depended on it and Draco quickly grasped the towel harder and hurried off to his room, he by accident ran into the door for he was gaping at Hermione's amount of stomach that her tanktop didn't cover. Hermione muffeled giggles as he stepped into his room grasping his head. "Dang that boy gets more fine every year mmhm," thought Hermione shaking her head telling herself not to think those thoughts.
She walked out of the room, after she had pulled her robes over her head, and down the halls and stares into the great hall for breakfast. She easily found seats next to Ron Weasley and Harry Potter her two best friends.
She piled sausage links and biscuits onto her plate hungrily. She grabbed a fork and shoved the food into her mouth, talking at the same time.
"Hungry Mione?" Ron laughed. Hermione just nodded and continued eating.
"She acts as if she is starved," Harry said also laughing.
"Guys shut up!" Hermione said as she wiped her mouth on a napkin, "I didn't eat dinner last night and we have a long day to get through! That essay in Flitwick's class and that potion we have to brew in Snape's!"
"Calm down!" Ron assured her mumbling something about copying in Flitwick's class and watching her in potions.
"Where are you going to go in life Ron if you always copy off of me?" Hermione questioned launching into her long arguement about copying.
Ron just smacked his head while Harry spat out pumpkin juice laughing. After Breakfast the three ran off to their first class of the day, Transfiguration with Minerva Mcgonagall.
A/N So, How'd you like it? Should I continue? Tell me what should happen next in your reviews!