By Rowena
Prologue.
She coughed while she cried, choking on air. Trying to catch her breath, and keep her hands from shaking. Showing how much she wanted him back would just make her look desperate, wouldn't it?
"I just want it to go away. GO AWAY!" she screamed at herself. If anyone heard her, they'd think she had gone mad. But she had, and would stay that way until she had him back.
Chapter 1: So This Is Seventeen
Hermione awoke, flustered, but awake. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and took in a deep breath. At this time in the morning, it was a wonder she could sit up. She swung her legs over the side if her bed and lifted herself up slowly. Nothing a long shower couldn't fix, she thought, directing her dizzy walking towards the bathroom.
Forty-five minutes later, the girl felt like she could leave the warm utopia of her shower and wrapped a towel around herself, then trudged towards her closet of newfound glory. Pulling open the oak doors she tried to find an outfit that would help her stand out. So people saw the new her. She reached in and pulled out some baggy, black, low rider Dickies with a white studded belt. Hermione pulled them on quickly and searched for the classy, low cut, drapey green top, one would think of for wearing to a club. It pulled in all shades of green and made the hazel in her eyes pop.
She went back into the bathroom and opened the drawer that help her makeup now, pulling out only eyeliner, mascara, and clear gloss. She surrounded her whole eye in liner, giving her a dark, smoky, rocker chick look. Which she had basically become this summer. Adding mascara, she gave herself long luscious lashes and the gloss set her fair skin up perfectly. Hurriedly she used a fair amount of bobby pins and pulled her hair up into a faux mohawk, with her darkened chocolate hair colour, she felt she was ready to take on the world.
She grabbed her bags and headed downstairs, her mom would be ready to take her to Kings Cross for the last time.
"And screaming; are we, we are, are we, we are the waiting-" Draco slapped off his alarm. He groaned and pulled himself out of bed reluctantly. Noticing the time he hurried into the bathroom and took a short shower, ridding himself of the strange dream he had experienced. He got out and towel dried his hair quickly, using a small amount of gel to mess it up, in an organized sort of way. It was no longer long and gelled back tight to his scalp like it had been the past few year, it was shorter, falling just to his eyes, ruffly and dangerous looking. He also had acquired some black streaks, which ironically suited him well, he listened to rock music now and showed it. He put on some slim fitting Dickies and a short sleeved, button-up, black, collared shirt that outlined his new, muscular figure. Then he added a red tie to his neck and pulled on a pair of black Converse ankle highs. He rushed downstairs and apparated to the station along with his bags of necessities for the coming year.
Hermione reached the station early, typical. Her mom helped her pull her things out of the back of the car and kissed her goodbye. She trudged over to the 9 ¾ sign, and started to run. She broke though the barrier easily, and smiled. Back at Hogwarts, for the last time. Deciding she would place her bags on the train now, and look for her friends before boarding, she headed towards the end of the train and threw her bags on. Her dark eyes scanned the crowd…ah! Harry and Ron seemed to be looking for her as well, she quickly found her way through the crowd over to near the barrier. She stood in front of them, waiting for them to notice.
"Yes?" Ron asked, obviously annoyed.
"Uh Ron…I think that's…" Harry whispered in his ear.
"Hermione!" Ginny yelled, coming up between the two boys and giving her friend a hug.
"Hermione?!" Harry and Ron yelled together.
"You look great hun" Ginny said examining her hair and belt.
"Guess what guys?!" Hermione asked excitedly. "I'm head girl!"
Harry gave her a hug. "Good job Hermione."
Ron, still unsure about how she looked now, shook her hand.
"Um, lets go find a compartment guys.." Hermione said breaking the silence.
Draco pulled his bags onto the back of the train and looked around. No new faces he could see yet. He spun around in the other direction. From the back he saw a beautiful brunette talking to- wait, why was she talking the THEM?! He started walking towards her when the whistle blew for everyone to get on the train. He turned around and slowly walked to the train, no point in finding himself a separate compartment, it would only be filled with his stupid gits Crabbe and Goyle, and maybe Pansy. None of which he could stand. Directly heading to the heads compartment, he bumped into several students, his head flooded with questions about who this girl could be. New, maybe. But she seemed vaguely familiar. Upon entering the heads compartment he found the same girl, again, not seeing her face. She was reading a book.
"Ahem." He cleared his throat in attempt to catch her attention, but she was too absorbed in her book. "Hello?" he asked, for once unsure about himself.
She looked up from her book and frowned. Her eyes searched him and then relaxed. "Malfoy?"
"Uh, you know my name?" he was confused now.
The girl smirked. "I should, for the past six years you've made my life a living –"
She was cut off by the opening of the door. She put down her put and stared eagerly at Professer Mcgonagal. "Miss Granger, Mr. Malfoy. I would like both of you to know that I am very proud of the two of you." She rambled on, but all Draco could do was frown in confusion, open mouthed at the beautiful brunette in front of him. THIS was Hermione?!