Hermione waited patiently on Platform Nine and Three Quarters that on September 4, waiting for her two best friends, ready for another school year. With exasperation Hermione tapped her foot and spotted a certain redheaded someone near her mother, asking her where she was. Hermione fought back a laugh as Ron stared at her mother's cell phone and led her father near the scene.
"Ron! You prat, I was over here saying goodbye to my dad! You're harassing my mum!" She exclaimed with a chuckle. Harry laughed with Hermione and Ron blushed crimson, matching his hair.
Hermione said her one last goodbye to her mum and dad and followed her two best friends to the waiting Hogwarts Express.
Harry, Ron, Hermione found an empty compartment to themselves and got themselves comfortable. For some strange reason, Ron was still blushing. Hermione chose to ignore this and began rummaging through her new books, and disappeared behind Potions You Have the Power To make and How To Make Them.
It was no mystery why Ron was staring at her. Hermione changed. Alot. Hermione was wearing flared jeans and a blood red T-shirt. Her hair was in loose curls without any frizz and her figure was much more shaped. Maybe because of the lack of baggy clothes, but this was something much more different than the old Hermione.
Just then Ginny stormed into the compartment, her cheeks flushed. "Hermione, all the prefects and the Head Girl has to be up in the front compartment!" Just then Ginny noticed the Hermione she was talking to and blurted out "Who are you and what did you do with Hermione?" she demanded. Hermione laughed and waved her hand.
"Ginny, I never changed. Its me!" Hermione exclaimed. Ginny eyed her with one eyebrow up and led the way out of the compartment. Ginny and Hermione walked in silence until Ginny finally said what she was trying to say without insulting her.
"Hermione what happened to you? You used to be so 'manly'!" Ginny explained with bothering to sugarcoat it. Hermione said, "What do you mean'manly'?"
Ginny said, "You know what I mean!"
Hermione just smiled. "I dunno. I thought it was just time to change. Do you like what I did to my hair?" Hermione added eagerly, anticipating Ginny's opinion. Ginny looked at Hermione's hair, impressed.
"I love it!" she exclaimed. "What did you do with it?"
Hermione said, " I found a spell to cure frizz in Beauty Tips for the Teenage Witch. Ginny shook her head.
"Same old Hermione, " she muttered so Hermione couldn't hear.
"Well Ron certainly noticed!" Ginny smirked.
"Huh?" said Hermione gaping at Ginny. "What do you mean?"
Hermione didn't want to hear the rest of it. She had to admit, she liked Ron as more than just a friend, but she didn't want things to get weird between them.
Ginny said, "You know. The way he was blushing when he saw you."
Hermione stared at Ginny. She knew she was right. She contented herself with a "whatever" and finally reached the compartment.
Hermione stared. Malfoy was Head Boy. And although Hermione would rather die than admit it, Hermione was staring for a reason other than the shock of Malfoy becoming Head Boy. The little voice inside her conscience knew that Malfoy was bound to be Head Boy. Hermione shook her head and stopped gaping at Malfoy.
Malfoy caught her before she looked away though. "What is it, Granger, did I get especially sexy over the summer?" Malfoy said in his usual drawl. Malfoy couldn't have said any truer words. Malfoy shot up to 6'2 and developed muscles. His hair was loose and long around his face and his gray eyes looked beautiful against his pale skin.
Hermione retorted angrily. "Shut the hell up Malfoy! You are so damn arrogant!"
The prefects tapped their feet impatiently, waiting for this mini reunion to end. Hermione's hazel eyes swept through the prefects, meeting the eyes of the seventh year boys gaping at her. Hermione blushed when she noticed this and took them through the long lecture.
By the time this was done most of the prefects were asleep.
"For such a pretty girl she sure does have a boring attitude," said a Hufflepuff seventh year and his friend cackled as they left the Heads to their compartments.
Hermione was heading out when Malfoy drawled, "Not so fast Granger. We have to say in the Heads compartments. Against my power, of course." He added contemptuously. "I can't stand to be in the same room as filthy mudbloods for more than five minutes!"
Hermione chuckled. "Well you certainly seem to not mind," she said noticing where Malfoy's eyes were.
Malfoy smirked. "No doubt you changed. But if you think I think you're hot than you must be sick!"
Hermione just shook her head and turned to her book that she was reading intently before. Malfoy turned to a book titled, Ways to Know that Hot Chick Likes You.
'He's despicable,' Hermione thought savagely eyeing the book and giggling. Malfoy turned his gray eyes to Hermione and smirked.