Reaching down the spine
Hermione walked down the boulevard quietly- she wasn't one to make a big deal of things. It was a long road from her muggle home to Diagon Alley. Cars zoomed past her. All Hermione could think about was the one bastard who had made her life a wonderful hell.
Hermione reached the Leaky Cauldron, the smell of beer drifted into her nose. From 6th year Hermione had grown huge breasts. Her legs were long and lean and her hair had turned glossy brown with streaks of blonde. Not only was Hermione now beautiful, she was completely unrecognizable. Only one person knew what she looked like, and that person was Draco Malfoy.
Hermione walked into Diagon Alley into Flourish and Blotts. A boy approached her, Harry Potter, still weak and small. Harry looked at Hermione not knowing who she was. She was wearing a tight short leather skirt, and a top with scooped down to her bellybutton and showed much of her chest. Harry left looking intimidated.
"Hey, can you please come with me hot stuff?" said a familiar voice called. Hermione looked around it was Draco. He was now kind and believed in being true and decent.
" Hey, I didn't know you were coming." Hermione replied. Draco took her hand and pulled her to the door, but Hermione insisted on staying.
"I need to do this," Hermione protested, " I need to get this book." Draco began to pull harder and Hermione eventually let go. Their bodies crashed into one another. In silence they pulled apart from one another.
"You have changed from the summer Granger, you have changed." Draco leaped out the doors and into the crowded streets, leaving Hermione alone. This was not what she wanted. Though she would never say she needed Draco, she craved for him. His touch, his mouth, his body all made her feel loved, they made her feel…… in love…. But no, it couldn't be, it couldn't, so it never would.
Hermione got her book, and she left Flourish and Blotts, she went home to her room, and fell asleep. Her dreams were filled of memories of the summer.
The moon was full and Hermione lay in her bed weeping, her parents had died, Ron had died the world was a mess, and then Draco came. He crept into her room he thrived on her. Hermione was distressed she needed someone immediately and that someone so happened to be Draco.
Hermione got up and pushed Draco up against the wall.
" You I blame you!"
Hermione pressed her body up against his. Draco put his hands up Hermione's' shirt, his lean fingers tickling around her stomach and back. It seemed to sudden, her shirt was off, his shirt was off. They were tentangled in a passionate kiss. They fell to the floor, all their clothes scattered about the room.
Draco felt her body; he moved his hands up and down the curves of her body. Hermione lay there, memorized. Then all of a sudden he left. Before they felt that spur of passion he left her thereon the floor, crying.