Chapter 1
Hermoine woke up to an unbelievably bright day and she felt as if nothing could go wrong. The holidays had started out well and she counted down the days before her seventh year began. Today she would go shopping with her mother for the last things she could possibly need and then it would only be two days before term began and she would see Harry and Ron.
The town seemed boring now that she had something better to look forward too; she had after all received the news that she would be Head Girl that year and it had pleased her parents so much that her mother dragged her out for a whole new wardrobe.
"Over here Hermoine!" Her mother just entered what looked like a hairdresser and Hermoine's curiosity seemed to get the better of her.
Platform 9 ¾ hadn't changed in the slightest since she had last seen it the previous year. It was crowded with Hogwarts students, most of them overjoyed at seeing their friends again.
She looked around and grinned despite herself when she spotted a head of bright red hair. "RON!!" she shouted.
Ron Weasley turned just in time to catch an overjoyed Hermoine. His height and developed muscle stopped him from toppling over at the force of her jump on him.
"Oh Ron I'm so happy to see you! Where's Harry?" Hermoine poured him with questions and gave the answers herself while still being held supportively in the circle of his arms.
Ron however was already noticing the differences about her. She definitely seemed slimmer, better developed and more defined than he last saw her and he felt uncomfortable all of a sudden with his arms around her.
"Ron, are you okay?"
Ron hadn't even noticed his arms stiffen about Hermoine's shoulders and to avoid any uncomfortable explanations he decided that it was best to find Harry. "Huh...oh ya, 'course I'm fine. Hey lets go find Harry. I bet he'll be glad as hell to see you!"
Harry saw Ron making his way through the heavily crowded platform towards him. There seemed to be someone else beside him but he couldn't get a good enough view of the person. "Ron!"
"Hey Harry!"
Harry looked at the girl walking beside Ron and he could do nothing but gape. It was very obvious that she would be one of the prettiest girls at school. Her long, light russet hair had a glistening wavy bounce as she walked and there was certainly an unusual depth to her chocolate coloured eyes. He suddenly felt a pang of jealousy that the girl had attached herself to Ron, but the look on Ron's face puzzled him. It was as if his friend was on the verge of total and hysterical laughter.
As they got closer the girl smiled and ran towards him. Totally unprepared for her leap and reaction, Harry felt himself lose balance as she practically flew into him. They fell somewhere between his trunk and other luggage, but it didn't seem to worry the girl on top of him. When she raised herself and looked down at him her eyes were glowing with the pleasure of seeing him. And then he understood everything... "Hermoine?" he questioned.
She giggled slightly and started to raise herself off him, but not before Harry felt the well defined body on top of him. Ron reached down and offered Hermoine his hand while Harry gave him a puzzled look; which Ron returned with a shrug.
"I'm sorry Harry! I didn't think that you would lose your balance."
"Its fine Moine...it's just that you caught me by surprise. So how was your holiday, I see you made some changes."
He looked her up and down pointedly but there was nothing suggestive in his look.
"Oh this...! (Absently she twined a lock of her hair around her finger) My mom was overjoyed at my being named head girl and she dragged me through every makeover I ever heard of. It was fun though, but it wasn't my idea. To tell you the truth I feel kind of uncomfortable, people seem to stare at me wherever I go."
Ron and Harry exchanged looks of understanding. It was obvious why people would stare at her, especially the male population. Hermoine however didn't seem to realize her effect on them.
She looked at them and then at the platform around her. It was clearing up as the students made their way into the train. Some of the seventh years seemed to be watching the trio and she felt uncomfortable noticing that it was her they were focused on.
"Ron, Harry, lets get a compartment before we have nowhere left to sit."
H: "Good idea!"
"This will do!"
R: "What difference does it make Moine? One compartment looks the same as the next."
Hermoine stopped in mid stride and looked puzzled for a second before she shrugged.
"I don't know Ron...I think I picked the habit up from my mom during the holidays. We spent a lot of time together."
She sat down and crossed her legs gracefully. Harry stared at her, never knowing that a girl could be that graceful in sitting down. While Ron admired her legs, which were revealed for a moment before she changed position and tucked her feet under her. "I still can't get rid of that habit either. Look you guys...if I do anything completely out of character please tell me. Like nudge me in class or kick me maybe."
R: "Don't be ridiculous Moine! We can't kick you."
"Oh alright...then at least whisper if you can."
H: "No problem, but are you really that uncomfortable?"
"I wasn't at home, but now that everyone is staring at me I'm having second thoughts."
H: "Don't bother about everyone else, if you like the change then stick with it."
R: "Did you even consider the fact that people are staring since you look bloody good?"
Harry almost kicked Ron for being so imbecilely blunt, but then he noticed Hermoine's eyes widen at the realization. Then all of a sudden she began to laugh."
R: "what's so funny?"
"I never even considered it Ron!"
They were so excited to hear each other's holiday experiences that they lost track of time and when Hermoine looked at her watch she jumped up with a gasp.
"We have to change now! We'll be at school soon."
She grabbed her robe and started to unbutton her blouse.
H: "Um...Moine...STOP!!!"
Hermoine turned around so quickly that her bra was exposed to them for a few seconds before she grabbed her blouse and closed it.
"Aren't you changing?"
Harry looked at Ron, whose face was blending with his hair colour and took action. H: "Come on Ron...we'll find an empty compartment to change in!"
They walked out and only after they closed the compartment door behind them did she realize that she would have undressed in front of them if Harry hadn't stopped her. Suddenly she was no longer able to control herself and burst out laughing.
Hermoine was in the process of removing her skirt when she heard the compartment door slide open. Cursing to herself she turned around in a fury to shout at Ron who had forgotten to knock, but what she truly saw made her blood run cold.
Malfoy stood in the doorway with his two cronies staring at her from behind his back. The look Malfoy directed at her was one she would have liked to avoid but couldn't. His eyes were cold and heartless; they appeared bottomless, as he looked her up and down. The only expression he carried was one of surprise. Hermoine quickly turned and grabbed her robe to cover herself from Crabbe and Goyle's insistent glares of lust and nothing else. Malfoy however was quicker than her, he turned on his two baffle brained companions and his glare was all it took to send them scurrying down the hallway.
He closed the door and muttered a spell that locked it. When he turned around to look at Hermoine she was backed up in the corner of the compartment holding tightly onto her robe.
"Get dressed Granger!"
Hermoine shook her head and tried to step further away from him.
"Don't be pathetic I expect better from you. Now get dressed and don't act the coy girl with me. It doesn't make a difference anyway, I've seen a lot more."
He leaned back against the door and waited.
Fuming internally Hermoine was trying to think why he wasn't attacking or hexing her. He certainly wasn't looking at her with lust in his eyes and he didn't even seem interested in studying her. 'What am I thinking of? This is Malfoy; he'd rather die than look appraisingly at a mudblood. And since when do I need his appraisal anyway.'
With surprising confidence she lowered the robe from about her and put it on. The process seemed slower than she expected, but she was calm throughout it and didn't even care what Malfoy saw. After all he would never be interested and she wasn't going to lower her standards to that level.
Draco however was thanking his luck that Granger couldn't see his face. Her figure seemed to call out to him and he almost reached out to touch her creamy skin.
Since the defeat of Voldemort and his parents' death he couldn't care less what people thought of him. The hate for mudbloods that had been berried deep within him had vanished, but he found that he still hated the golden trio.
Finally with her robe on, Hermoine turned and faced Malfoy. "Alright! What do you want?"
His answer however washed over her. If she hadn't noticed him before, she would have sooner or later. He was clearly taller than either Harry or Ron and she already had to tilt her head when talking to them. Even while he was leaning against the compartment door with his school robes on, it was easy to notice the muscle in his chest and arms where the robes tightened. Hermoine also noticed in her detailed examination that his usually slicked back, blonde hair now hung in his eyes and reached his shoulders in length. He was definitely hard to miss.
D: "You're staring Granger!"
Hermoine drew herself up and opened her mouth to reply but Malfoy shrugged it off and continued. "Never mind your remarks! McGonagall sent me to fetch you, you're supposed to be in the last compartment in the last cart for the council meeting."
He turned to leave, but Hermoine regained her composure enough to realize that he had just spoken to her without snide remarks or rude comments. H: "What's the matter with you Malfoy. Are you just going to leave like that...no mudblood and no bullying? Are you turning over a new leaf or just feeling lost without your cronies?"
Draco turned and looked her over. Involuntarily Hermoine wanted to step backwards but she held her ground and looked him straight in the eyes. This of course was a mistake since those ice-blue eyes regarded her with an emptiness that frightened her. Suddenly she was very afraid of him and regretted saying anything at all.
"Don't worry Granger...I haven't forgotten our past conduct and I don't intend to. But we are late for the council meeting and I think that you as Head Girl should be present."
Hermoine was shocked speechless, and try though she might she couldn't find anything to say. She looked at him and noticed that he was serious and definitely in no mood for hexing or any of his usual nonsense. She could have sworn that he looked older and even the way he acted showed a maturity she never expected to see in him of all people. H: "Lets go!" she straightened herself and stepped forward.
M: "I'm glad you've come to that decision."
Again Hermoine stared at him shocked. His mockery was back but it didn't sound as offensive as it had so many times before. She argued with herself mentally before putting it away as a hearing mistake.
M: "You really should get out of that habit Granger, it doesn't suit you to stare." He walked out without looking back at her.
Hermoine cursed herself silently for being caught staring again and rushed out of the compartment to catch up to him. It was more difficult than she expected since he covered a great deal of distance in the short time. His strides were long yet he didn't seem to rush; rather he looked like he was flowing languidly and with his robes flaring out behind him he was a sight that made every girl they passed stares. Even his atrocious reputation wasn't enough to keep the female Hogwarts students away from him.
Tada, first chapter please review!!
Hermoine woke up to an unbelievably bright day and she felt as if nothing could go wrong. The holidays had started out well and she counted down the days before her seventh year began. Today she would go shopping with her mother for the last things she could possibly need and then it would only be two days before term began and she would see Harry and Ron.
The town seemed boring now that she had something better to look forward too; she had after all received the news that she would be Head Girl that year and it had pleased her parents so much that her mother dragged her out for a whole new wardrobe.
"Over here Hermoine!" Her mother just entered what looked like a hairdresser and Hermoine's curiosity seemed to get the better of her.
Platform 9 ¾ hadn't changed in the slightest since she had last seen it the previous year. It was crowded with Hogwarts students, most of them overjoyed at seeing their friends again.
She looked around and grinned despite herself when she spotted a head of bright red hair. "RON!!" she shouted.
Ron Weasley turned just in time to catch an overjoyed Hermoine. His height and developed muscle stopped him from toppling over at the force of her jump on him.
"Oh Ron I'm so happy to see you! Where's Harry?" Hermoine poured him with questions and gave the answers herself while still being held supportively in the circle of his arms.
Ron however was already noticing the differences about her. She definitely seemed slimmer, better developed and more defined than he last saw her and he felt uncomfortable all of a sudden with his arms around her.
"Ron, are you okay?"
Ron hadn't even noticed his arms stiffen about Hermoine's shoulders and to avoid any uncomfortable explanations he decided that it was best to find Harry. "Huh...oh ya, 'course I'm fine. Hey lets go find Harry. I bet he'll be glad as hell to see you!"
Harry saw Ron making his way through the heavily crowded platform towards him. There seemed to be someone else beside him but he couldn't get a good enough view of the person. "Ron!"
"Hey Harry!"
Harry looked at the girl walking beside Ron and he could do nothing but gape. It was very obvious that she would be one of the prettiest girls at school. Her long, light russet hair had a glistening wavy bounce as she walked and there was certainly an unusual depth to her chocolate coloured eyes. He suddenly felt a pang of jealousy that the girl had attached herself to Ron, but the look on Ron's face puzzled him. It was as if his friend was on the verge of total and hysterical laughter.
As they got closer the girl smiled and ran towards him. Totally unprepared for her leap and reaction, Harry felt himself lose balance as she practically flew into him. They fell somewhere between his trunk and other luggage, but it didn't seem to worry the girl on top of him. When she raised herself and looked down at him her eyes were glowing with the pleasure of seeing him. And then he understood everything... "Hermoine?" he questioned.
She giggled slightly and started to raise herself off him, but not before Harry felt the well defined body on top of him. Ron reached down and offered Hermoine his hand while Harry gave him a puzzled look; which Ron returned with a shrug.
"I'm sorry Harry! I didn't think that you would lose your balance."
"Its fine Moine...it's just that you caught me by surprise. So how was your holiday, I see you made some changes."
He looked her up and down pointedly but there was nothing suggestive in his look.
"Oh this...! (Absently she twined a lock of her hair around her finger) My mom was overjoyed at my being named head girl and she dragged me through every makeover I ever heard of. It was fun though, but it wasn't my idea. To tell you the truth I feel kind of uncomfortable, people seem to stare at me wherever I go."
Ron and Harry exchanged looks of understanding. It was obvious why people would stare at her, especially the male population. Hermoine however didn't seem to realize her effect on them.
She looked at them and then at the platform around her. It was clearing up as the students made their way into the train. Some of the seventh years seemed to be watching the trio and she felt uncomfortable noticing that it was her they were focused on.
"Ron, Harry, lets get a compartment before we have nowhere left to sit."
H: "Good idea!"
"This will do!"
R: "What difference does it make Moine? One compartment looks the same as the next."
Hermoine stopped in mid stride and looked puzzled for a second before she shrugged.
"I don't know Ron...I think I picked the habit up from my mom during the holidays. We spent a lot of time together."
She sat down and crossed her legs gracefully. Harry stared at her, never knowing that a girl could be that graceful in sitting down. While Ron admired her legs, which were revealed for a moment before she changed position and tucked her feet under her. "I still can't get rid of that habit either. Look you guys...if I do anything completely out of character please tell me. Like nudge me in class or kick me maybe."
R: "Don't be ridiculous Moine! We can't kick you."
"Oh alright...then at least whisper if you can."
H: "No problem, but are you really that uncomfortable?"
"I wasn't at home, but now that everyone is staring at me I'm having second thoughts."
H: "Don't bother about everyone else, if you like the change then stick with it."
R: "Did you even consider the fact that people are staring since you look bloody good?"
Harry almost kicked Ron for being so imbecilely blunt, but then he noticed Hermoine's eyes widen at the realization. Then all of a sudden she began to laugh."
R: "what's so funny?"
"I never even considered it Ron!"
They were so excited to hear each other's holiday experiences that they lost track of time and when Hermoine looked at her watch she jumped up with a gasp.
"We have to change now! We'll be at school soon."
She grabbed her robe and started to unbutton her blouse.
H: "Um...Moine...STOP!!!"
Hermoine turned around so quickly that her bra was exposed to them for a few seconds before she grabbed her blouse and closed it.
"Aren't you changing?"
Harry looked at Ron, whose face was blending with his hair colour and took action. H: "Come on Ron...we'll find an empty compartment to change in!"
They walked out and only after they closed the compartment door behind them did she realize that she would have undressed in front of them if Harry hadn't stopped her. Suddenly she was no longer able to control herself and burst out laughing.
Hermoine was in the process of removing her skirt when she heard the compartment door slide open. Cursing to herself she turned around in a fury to shout at Ron who had forgotten to knock, but what she truly saw made her blood run cold.
Malfoy stood in the doorway with his two cronies staring at her from behind his back. The look Malfoy directed at her was one she would have liked to avoid but couldn't. His eyes were cold and heartless; they appeared bottomless, as he looked her up and down. The only expression he carried was one of surprise. Hermoine quickly turned and grabbed her robe to cover herself from Crabbe and Goyle's insistent glares of lust and nothing else. Malfoy however was quicker than her, he turned on his two baffle brained companions and his glare was all it took to send them scurrying down the hallway.
He closed the door and muttered a spell that locked it. When he turned around to look at Hermoine she was backed up in the corner of the compartment holding tightly onto her robe.
"Get dressed Granger!"
Hermoine shook her head and tried to step further away from him.
"Don't be pathetic I expect better from you. Now get dressed and don't act the coy girl with me. It doesn't make a difference anyway, I've seen a lot more."
He leaned back against the door and waited.
Fuming internally Hermoine was trying to think why he wasn't attacking or hexing her. He certainly wasn't looking at her with lust in his eyes and he didn't even seem interested in studying her. 'What am I thinking of? This is Malfoy; he'd rather die than look appraisingly at a mudblood. And since when do I need his appraisal anyway.'
With surprising confidence she lowered the robe from about her and put it on. The process seemed slower than she expected, but she was calm throughout it and didn't even care what Malfoy saw. After all he would never be interested and she wasn't going to lower her standards to that level.
Draco however was thanking his luck that Granger couldn't see his face. Her figure seemed to call out to him and he almost reached out to touch her creamy skin.
Since the defeat of Voldemort and his parents' death he couldn't care less what people thought of him. The hate for mudbloods that had been berried deep within him had vanished, but he found that he still hated the golden trio.
Finally with her robe on, Hermoine turned and faced Malfoy. "Alright! What do you want?"
His answer however washed over her. If she hadn't noticed him before, she would have sooner or later. He was clearly taller than either Harry or Ron and she already had to tilt her head when talking to them. Even while he was leaning against the compartment door with his school robes on, it was easy to notice the muscle in his chest and arms where the robes tightened. Hermoine also noticed in her detailed examination that his usually slicked back, blonde hair now hung in his eyes and reached his shoulders in length. He was definitely hard to miss.
D: "You're staring Granger!"
Hermoine drew herself up and opened her mouth to reply but Malfoy shrugged it off and continued. "Never mind your remarks! McGonagall sent me to fetch you, you're supposed to be in the last compartment in the last cart for the council meeting."
He turned to leave, but Hermoine regained her composure enough to realize that he had just spoken to her without snide remarks or rude comments. H: "What's the matter with you Malfoy. Are you just going to leave like that...no mudblood and no bullying? Are you turning over a new leaf or just feeling lost without your cronies?"
Draco turned and looked her over. Involuntarily Hermoine wanted to step backwards but she held her ground and looked him straight in the eyes. This of course was a mistake since those ice-blue eyes regarded her with an emptiness that frightened her. Suddenly she was very afraid of him and regretted saying anything at all.
"Don't worry Granger...I haven't forgotten our past conduct and I don't intend to. But we are late for the council meeting and I think that you as Head Girl should be present."
Hermoine was shocked speechless, and try though she might she couldn't find anything to say. She looked at him and noticed that he was serious and definitely in no mood for hexing or any of his usual nonsense. She could have sworn that he looked older and even the way he acted showed a maturity she never expected to see in him of all people. H: "Lets go!" she straightened herself and stepped forward.
M: "I'm glad you've come to that decision."
Again Hermoine stared at him shocked. His mockery was back but it didn't sound as offensive as it had so many times before. She argued with herself mentally before putting it away as a hearing mistake.
M: "You really should get out of that habit Granger, it doesn't suit you to stare." He walked out without looking back at her.
Hermoine cursed herself silently for being caught staring again and rushed out of the compartment to catch up to him. It was more difficult than she expected since he covered a great deal of distance in the short time. His strides were long yet he didn't seem to rush; rather he looked like he was flowing languidly and with his robes flaring out behind him he was a sight that made every girl they passed stares. Even his atrocious reputation wasn't enough to keep the female Hogwarts students away from him.
Tada, first chapter please review!!