A/N: Hey. This is my first HP story, so excuse all the mistakes please. I'm running a poll on which character Hermione should become … involved with. I'm open to anyone really, except females. I don't do slash, and I don't do smut either, so I'm sorry, but this'll be quite a clean story. Apart from swear words of course.

 Please read this, and review. I love reviews – they make me feel wanted. I hate flames. There's no point in telling me my story is rubbish, when I already know it is. If you really have to say something bad, please give me some advice on how to improve my writing style.

I usually write for Princess Diaries, so if you're interested in the lives of Princess Mia and Michael Moscovitz, then check out my other 3 stories please. As I said before, I'm not exactly sure who to use as the male in this story, and I'll go with whomever you guys want. I'm not particularly fussy so just leave your choice in a review and I'll get right on it. Enjoy!

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It was a cold windy day on September the 1st, 1997. As a young lady by the name of Hermione Granger trudged into Kings Cross Station, a particularly strong burst of wind blew her hat off. A tall, black haired boy jumped up from where he was lounging on a bench and rushed after the hat, finally catching it near a bin. He made his way back to the young lady who was watching him with an amused smile on her face.

"Thanks Harry. That's my favourite hat you know." She said as soon as the young man had got close enough to hear her.

"No problem 'Mione-- 'Mione?" he asked, stunned.

You see, "Little 'Mione" had grown. She'd grown a lot.

With silky honey coloured curls, big brown eyes and a perfect smile, Hermione Granger was truly a great beauty. She wore little make up and wore form fitting clothes, which heightened her attractiveness, yet kept her dignity. 'No sense in dressing like Pansy' she thought, whenever she saw herself in a mirror.

Not that Hermione had really noticed any of this. To her, she was just plain old Hermione Anne Granger, one third of the Golden Trio, one of the best young witches Hogwarts has ever seen, and one of Harry Potter's best friends. Never anything on her own, she was always 'one' of something, and this disappointed her. Little did she know this would all change in her final year.

The past 6 years had gone by in one big blur. They had been good, but nothing memorable had stuck out, apart from the defeat of Lord Voldemort last year. Joining the school has a little child with an enormous thirst for knowledge, progressing onto getting her first boyfriend, having her first true kiss, (with Krum in her 4th year in the gardens, but whatever) to the events of last year. Se had stood by Harry's side as he delivered the final killing curse, pouring all his energy and hate into those two little words that would free the wizarding world from destruction and devastation.

So much had happened, but it still felt like only yesterday se was helping Neville Longbottom find his missing toad on the Hogwarts Express.

So, as she stood there in front of Harry, remembering all these things, with various emotions flashing in her eyes yet still oozing confidence, charisma and a sharp tongue, (all those fights with Malfoy had taught her to be careful with what she said. Nine times out of ten, she won their battles with her quick wit and determination) what could poor Harry say except

"Wow."

She laughed. A rich golden laugh that sent chills up Harry's spine, and tingles through his arms and hands. He grinned at her, a lop-sided grin that made her smile even wider. Oh, how she had missed her best friend.

"Hello to you too Mr Potter!" she playfully smacked him on the arm and continued speaking. "Come on, it's quarter to eleven and we haven't even got through the Barrier yet!!" She dragged her trolley over to the Barrier in Kings Cross Station and pushed him through, following him straight after.

So they set about finding Ron, which was pretty easy, as no one could miss the little huddle of redheads languishing by the train.

"Hey Ron." Harry greeted his other best friend, while Hermione god dragged off by a giggling Ginny Weasley.

"I'll see you guys later!" she yelled over her shoulder as she was pulled around a corner and right into The Patil Twins.

"Whoa Harry, you've … grown." Ron exclaimed.

It was true. Young Harry Potter had grown. He'd shot up to a staggering 6 foot 2 inches tall, and his jet black hair was as unruly as ever. 6 years of going to Hogwarts had brought a little colour into his skin, yet he was still as skinny as ever. Even though he was not a young man, he still lived at the Dursleys who believed keeping their own son stocked up with greasy foods, and piles of clothes he would only wear maybe once, twice if you were lucky, was way more important then feeding the-boy-who-lived. This resulted in nightly sneaking down to the kitchen, wand in hand, to steal some much needed food.

"Yeah, but I feel little tired. Living with the Dursleys is never a picnic. Mainly because Dudley always eats the food before it's had a chance to rest. Sometimes, he grabs the crisps as Aunt Petunia is coming through the front door. I seriously think he'd eat his own hand if Aunt Petunia didn't keep so many chocolates and lollypops in the house." Ron snorted at this.

He'd met Dudley a few years back, and had thought it was amazing that anyone could fit that many sweets into their mouth.

"Did you see Hermione? Our little girl has grown up!" Ron said, sounding a lot like his mother. To him, Hermione was as lose to him as Ginny was. It was like he had 2 sisters instead of one. "Oh look, there's Lavender, gotta go!" he muttered, giving Harry a slap on the back and rushing off to his girlfriend.

Ron had been dating Lavender Brown, the girl of two colours, since the beginning of 6th year. No longer the tall, gangly awkward boy with the shock of red hair sticking out the top of his head. Ron had matured into a man of skill, determination and natural grace. 11 years of Quiddich practice with Fred and George had paid off, as Mr Ron Weasley was now the Captain and keeper of the Gryffindor Quiddich team – and pretty good at it too. His hair had toned down slightly, but still hurt people's eyes when they looked directly at it, and he was as tall as ever. But 6 weeks of eating moderately and working on his Quiddich skills had given him a more toned look. This all worked together, and made 'ikkle Ronnikins' the perfect guy for many young ladies. Ron picked Lavender though – Actually, Lavender picked Ron, but he never likes to admit that – and they've been happy ever since.

So, Ron rushed off to his girlfriend, leaving Harry alone with his thoughts. Hermione has grown up. He thought, sneaking a peak over to where Hermione was gesturing wildly with the Patil Twins and Ginny looking on excitedly. He sighed, and with one smooth move, he loaded his trunk onto the back of the train. Leaving the spot he'd been standing on for the last 5 minutes, he went over to see how Hermione was doing. Before he reached them however, he saw the familiar platinum blonde hair making it's way over to the group of girls. Rushing over, he heard

"Well, well, well. Little Mudblood's become quite hot. Who would have thought it, eh?" Accompanied with his usual smirk no doubt.

Hermione's blood boiled at these words. It was bad enough he called her a mudblood, but to check her out then call her Hot! She was not a piece of meat. So Hermione did the only thing she could think of.

She Slapped Draco Malfoy.

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