Disclaimer: Sorry about that last chapter, I didn't have one. The characters in this do not belong to me and are J.K. Rowling's creations. Yadda, Yadda, Yadda.

Author's Note: So this is merely my second chapter. I have a good hunk of the story written already as the idea came to me one day and sat around in my cluttered brain. When realizing that I better get it out, I typed it up and then kept coming back. So, I will not leave you hanging with an incomplete story. Also, this story will be rather long because I love details. Hermione does not come into her powers until the next chapter (or maybe the chapter after?) either. This chapter is pretty short too…. 5 pages. :-D. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

Hermione was awakened from her reverie when the compartment door creakily slid open. Draco Malfoy surveyed the compartment as Hermione looked at him lazily. She turned to Harry and Ron to start up a conversation that could annoy the tall, slimy scumbag that was leaning against the thin wall with a smirk plastered on his pale face. Harry and Ron were glaring at him and she could see in Ron's eyes that one wrong move from the ferret would be a definite death sentence. Even with that pleasant thought in mind Hermione's eyes began to wander over his lean yummy body and she knew that getting him out of there would be beneficial to everyone, not only Ron. Draco, still surveying the compartment decided to break the short moment of silence.

"Well, if it isn't the queen of all that is holy, the wonder-boy and the pauper." He sneered, expecting rage from the quickly reddening Weasley boy. Hermione knew that the bastard had come in solely to upset Ron and Harry and had been awaiting his snarky comment.

"Somehow I wonder, Malfoy, how you always end up by us? Could there be something more here than the original abject hate? I –" she was cut short.

"What are you—"but she smirked his smirk and interrupted him.

"I think that Malfoy has a crush!" His smirk turned to a scowl but upon realizing that, he masked his emotions and spoke to her.

"I do not like you, Mudblood." He was getting angry.

"See now," Hermione replied back, "I was thinking more along the lines of you having feelings for Harry or Ron but…" she drawled, "seeing as you were so quick to declare your unlike towards me, I think I may have stumbled on something." She licked her lips seductively and winked. "Does whittle Malfoy need a kiss?" Malfoy stepped back into the hall and glared at her.

"I don't need filth touching me or my reputation." He replied with a superior tone, "I –" but yet again Hermione cut him short.

"Don't you hang with Pansy?" With that statement he looked her in the eye and stomped out of the compartment.

"You'll get yours Granger!"

"I already did." She replied softly with downtrodden eyes. She quickly changed her expression to a victorious one and turned to a beaming Harry and a grinning Ron, "I'm getting better with my remarks!"

Draco stormed down the hall disgusted with his choice of words. 'You'll get yours?' he wondered, "Where the hell did I get that from?" He began to pace in an empty compartment as he planned a way to get Granger back for flustering him.

How dare she accuse him of having feelings for someone like her! Draco was raving, the mudblood had accused him of having feelings for her! He couldn't get over it! She was short, and had little breasts (from what he could tell) and her hair was just slightly less bushy then it had been the years prior. Her face had thinned a little and her eyes hadn't sparkled when she talked. He realized that she had seemed a little…. Put out and not just by him… she was also a know it all, a mudblood and to top it all off her best friends were Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, the boy wonder and the boy- who- can't- do- anything- but-wonder. He sneered at the thought of Granger and her perfect life. 'Hmmm,' he thought, 'I have to do something to ruin her.'

He thought some more. And then—

She could never resist him. He'd show her who had the crush. 'Yes!' he thought joyously to himself, 'And if that fails, which it won't, I'll just up the tormenting a little. It always pisses her off to no end. She won't have room in the brain of hers for thoughts of her own when I'm done with her! He laughed as he sat down in his compartment.

'Oh you'll get yours Granger. You'll get yours!'

Hermione was beginning to believe that this year would be a good one. Harry and Ron seemed to be genuinely concerned with her well being and she loved being fawned over by the two of them. And they hadn't even gotten off the train! She didn't let it get out of hand, though, and had eventually told them to stop. Then off she had gone to a meeting. As luck would have it she was Head Girl, though she supposed it was more hard work than luck.

McGonagall had had a few stern words to say to the prefects and the new head boy and girl, but she hadn't stayed long. After she had finished her lecture, the prefects began their rounds and Hermione decided to bask in the alone time she was finally getting. It seemed that Draco Malfoy had other ideas. She had been watching him cautiously throughout the meeting and he had noticed. He had also watched her throughout the meeting but inconspicuously. Then their eyes briefly met.

"Denial's the first step to admitting you are crushing." She said with a chuckle.

"Granger." He replied with a smirk, "You are absolutely right." Hermione was temporarily shocked. "So right in fact that I think you should be the first to know that I am indeed 'crushing' on you!" She looked at him startled. He began to move towards her and corner her. She looked up at him slowly as he took her face in his hands and lowered his face to hers. Just as their lips were about to meet, Hermione stuck out her tongue and licked his cheek leaving a trail of drool up his face.

She began to laugh, though it never met her eyes, as she scurried out of the room. "DAMN YOU GRANGER!" Malfoy cursed as she scuttled away.

The teachers, making conversation with one another, looked over the crowd of students filling the gargantuan great hall. They searched with their eyes through the mass of kids delighting in all of their changes. Dumbledore was engaged in a particularly interesting conversation with the new defense against the dark arts teacher, Professor Arnold Wadley, when the new head girl caught his eye. His customary twinkly eyes were dark as he watched her take her seat. The aura she exuded made him sense a change, a big one, one that was not only in her past, but in her future too.

Once the students had been seated and quieted down Dumbledore stood. He introduced the new teacher to the students and proceeded to explain what behavior was acceptable and which would not be tolerated. He went over the rules briefly and then with a final bow stated happily, "Let the sorting begin!"

McGonagall stepped up to him with the sorting hat and the four legged stool. As she set the hat down it began its honorary chant. Hermione faded out rather quickly and watched two ghosts that were sauntering around the tables. She also eyed Malfoy, who was not even pretending to listen to the sorting hat's song. She sighed and perked up to hear the last stanzas of the song:

"….with a witch who is quite great
as this year will bring surprises many
that no one shall anticipate
So join me in this sorting tune
As I begin to choose
Which house you will now become
Don't be frightened, you can't lose!"

"Banner, Jodie" McGonagall bellowed.

The sorting passed by quickly and dinner arrived just in time. Hermione had thought Ron was going to pass out due to the lack of food. By 9:00 everyone was happily filled and the students were dismissed to their dorms.

Harry and Ron followed Hermione obediently to their dorms in the Gryffindor tower. Harry noticed that Hermione was a bit off and he sensed something different with her. He watched her calmly enter the room as he turned to wait for Ron who was happily muttering something about the apple pie he had eaten earlier. Harry snickered to himself and said the password (Avalon) and he and Ron walked in to find Hermione, standing stock still, in a doorway in the common room. Harry and Ron walked over to the door and peered over her petite shoulders.

"Merlin!" Ron said, flabbergasted.

"Minee, you lucky duck! Are you fully appreciating this room!? Look at this place!" Hermione smiled her second real smile of the day, (her first was when she saw Harry and Ron at the train station), and exhaled loudly.

"I know guys! I am so happy I took the head girl position!" Hermione was enthralled with her new room. Then again who wouldn't be. It was amazing. A circle bed sat in the center of the room with black satin sheets. The walls were a deep burgundy and were lined with deep cherry wood bookshelves, filled with more books than Hermione could see fit. Harry noted this too and turned to Ron.

"Oh great, now we'll never see her!" Ron didn't hear the comment and still stood gob smacked admiring the room. Hermione, on the other hand did hear, and proceeded to give Harry a glare that made him chortle.

Hermione was so excited to sleep in her new bed that she didn't allow herself to be too put off by Harry's comment (although she did kick him and Ron out). She changed into her pajamas and snuggled silently into her covers. She promptly fell asleep.

"Why, Merlin why? Why this muggle-born child? What has she done to deserve this?"

"My love, have you not watched her with me? Have you not seen the power she holds in her pinky toe alone? She is strong. I believe she has the power to unite. She's the one, love, I know she's the one."

"If you believe, darling, then I shall believe too."

"My darling, in all my years, you have never ceased to amaze me."

A/N – So there is your second chapter. Encourage me or discourage me, whatever strikes your fancy. I do wish to get some reviews.

Xo,
Your favorite Unspotted Giraffe