Chapter 3: The memories

          Hermione looked around the great hall and couldn't believe how good she felt. The minute she had got on the train people came up to her and told her how good she looked. It only took a couple of hours before she was asked out by Blaise. He belonged to Slytherin but he was also one of the hottest guys around. She also noticed how that stupid git, Draco, was so shocked that he didn't have any good remarks to say to her. 'Well he deserves it after last year,' Hermione thought to herself as she remembers those memories of Malfoy and what they had last year.' She also liked how Ron was looking at her now. He was one of her best friends but she couldn't help but notice how cute puberty changed him. He was no longer the tall, skinny, shy guy he once was, but a hot boy-next-door type.

          She walked in hand-in-hand with Blaise and talked to more people than she had in the last five years. After dinner she went up to Gryffindor tower and her and her bunkmates had a little make over party. They actually asked her for advice. Usually when Lavender and the rest of the girls did this, she was in bed reading a book. It was nice to not be the outsider looking in. But she also still had that sense of insecurity where she used to be that bookworm she really was. 'But what's better? To be the smart, just friends with boys type of girl, or the hot girl every boy wanted? At that question, she decided it was all for the best

          Ron's POV:

          "What is up with her? She is totally hot now but I wonder what brought on the change," Ron was asking Harry as they got into bed.

          "I have no idea," was all Harry said.

          "But you're right Ron, she's totally hot," Dean Thomas added in. Ron got a little red as he said this.

          "So do you still like her Ron?" Harry asked.

          "Yeah, she's hot and smart now," Seamus Finnigan said.

          "Hmmm… you're right. I think I like her even more now," Ron said.

          Draco's POV:

          "So Blaise, got you're hands on the mudblood huh?" Draco asked as they settled down in their dormitories.

          "Even if she is a mudblood, she's still hot."

          "Yeah, you're right but she's still a mudblood."

          "Well you know I have to have the best girls first….. Hit it and quit it huh Draco?" Blaise said with a devilish grin.

          "You're right there," was all Draco said as he turned off the lights. As Draco lay in bed though, memories flooded back to him. Last year with Hermione………

          Last year, (Draco's memory)

"What are you doing Draco," Hermione asked playfully. He had climbed up to her room through the window and they walked around the lake together under the moon light.

"Just wanted to see you." He looked at her and pulled her hair away from her face. He leaned in for the kiss. It was short and sweet, just the way he knew Hermione liked it. "I wish I could see you without sneaking around," Draco whispered as they sat down near the lake.

          "You know we can't Draco," Hermione answered.

          "I love you Hermione."

          "I love you to Draco." And they had sat there until the sun came up.

          Draco woke up and remembered his dream, well not a dream, more like a memory. Yes, the memory from last year. 'Why did I ever cheat on her?' Draco asked himself. He went down stairs and saw Blaise and Hermione sitting together. He remembered what Blaise said last night and immediately was filled with anger. 'Well she can take care of herself. I hate mudbloods anyway,' Draco reassured himself. But in his heart he knew he was lying.