A/N--- Hermione is probably the most out of context (OOC) person in this story. I decided to do this just for fun. Sorry to all you Hermione luvers. Right this is going to eventually evolve into a...hrmm?....Draco/Hermione..probably just for Sushi ;(aka chrissy) and this chappie is for Janice.. :D

"Harry, can I ask you a question?" Hermione asked, flopping down beside Harry at the Gryffindor Table in the Great Hall.
"You just did" he teased. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"Yah, of course, whats the question?"
" Are you a virgin?" Asked Hermione as blunt as she could put it. Harry turned a pale red and Ron, across the table, snorted.
"Damn Hermione, he'd better be...Him and Ginny better not have done anything..NATURAL...." Ron glared at Harry, who was shifting uncomfortably in his seat.
"Hermione, can we discuss my love life..some other time?" Harry asked nodding his head towards the muttering Ron across from him.
Ron looked up at Hermione and asked
"Why do you ask?" Hermione simply shrugged and said
"us three are the only virgins in this damn school. Well, at least Gryffindor"
Ron snorted and said,
"I'm sure Neville is..." though that wasn't a very reassuring thought, Ron just looked down towards his warm porridge. Hermione looked at Ron, and turned away, giggling. Ron looked at Hermione as realization sunk in...
"NEVILLE?! WITH WHO?!"Ron roared, causing the whole hall to look at him. He at least had the decency to blush before taking it down a few notches and whispering,
"Who, Damn it!" Hermione just rolled her eyes and said dramatically,
"Luna, Who else Ronnikins?" She knew he hated the name, so to tease, she used it often. Ron shot her an evil look, and his face turned slack,
"not Neville...No, not Neville..." Harry bit back a laugh that was forcing its way out of his mouth, Hermione looked at Harry's red face and back to Ron and burst out laughing.
"Oh you two, I just think that we are all seventeen, except for Ron. You're 18" she pointed out
"Yah, I almost forgot how old I was, thanks Hermione!" He said sarcastically, still reeling from the Neville and Luna news.
Hermione grabbed a bit of food and threw it on her plate, and thought about the origin on the conversation. Hermione knew that there were no virgins in Gryffindor. She imay be a book worm, but you can hear a lot in the library. Even with all the girls in her year in her dormitory always bragging. Hermione really never gave a care about anything before besides her school work, and the usual Voldemort stuff. It sounded so odd, Voldemort stuff. You could say his name now, Harry still hadn't defeated Voldemort, yet everyone knew that he was back. It was quite a shock these days. Harry had fought against Voldemort in his sixth year, and there were a few deaths. Ron's oldest brother, Bill died. As well as Remus Lupin. Harry took this harder than expected, he felt awful, having no-one tied to his parents any-more, but him and Ginny had found eachother. It was fantastic, Ginny showed Harry something that he desperately needed. Love. Hermione still got goose-bumps at the whole thing, it was basically a fairy- tale.
Hermione sighed, thinking about her love life. Or lack of one. She hadn't had one boy-friend ever, and it was never a big deal, until she realized she was 17 and a virgin to kissing. Hermione shook her head, and bid a good-bye to the boys and Ginny, who had sat down beside Harry.
Hermione grabbed a piece of toast and her books and walked slowly to the library just taking in the whole school. It was a beautiful school, especially in Summer, walking udner the arches with the Sun shining full- heartedly down on her.
Hermione decided to change her course,and walked across the fresh green grass and sat down by a tree looking out on the lake. She thought of how peaceful it was on the surface, but how it can be raging hard underneath, because of the Squid. Hermione pulled out a muggle book her parent's had sent her. She leaned against the tree and looked up towards the sun and closed her eyes, just letting the sun shine down on her.
" Ahh..what do we have here? A mudblood. With a book?. Shock." Hermione opened one eye and sighed
"Ahh what do we have here. A death-eater picking on a mudlbood. Shock." Malfoy snorted.
"Go away, Malfoy. I am not in the mood to trade insults today." Hermione said, leaning back on the tree and closing her eyes again. When she didn't hear anything else she opened her eyes and saw Malfoy still standing there.
Hermione sighed, yet again. Malfoy plopped down beside her and said
"You know, sighing is very unattractive." Hermione snorted in a laughing way and looked at Draco.
"What the hell do you want?" She said, scooting farther away from him and picking up her book.
"What? Can't a guy sit down by the lake, without getting picked on?"
"Yes. but you're not some normal guy. You wouldn't be caught dead sitting with a mudblood, as you so elequontely put it. So how about I save you a bit of trouble, and I leave. Though I don't know why I should. I was here first."
With that Hermione collected her books, jumped up and left a confused Draco behind.
Draco wasn't used to girls running away from him, granted it was Granger. He had always had girls flocking to him, even if he was cruel to them. Perfect example; Pansy Parkinson. He'd tell her to go away and shrug her off, yet she'd still come crawling back. It was definitely odd having ANY girls walking away from him. He was half Veela after all!
He jumped up to investigate more.
Hermione had sat down, pulled out her book, and had begun to read. Though, she couldn't concentrate.
'Malfoy. Who does he think he is.'
Hermione shook her long, now soft and wavy, chocolate hair. Hermione had finally grown into herself. She had deep brown eyes and creamy skin. She stood a slightly tall, 5'9. She had given up the sleak-eazy hair serum. Instead, Hermione had grown fond of her curly hair. And now, just when she had liked it, it had turned into a wavy sort of hair, and even changed from dark brown, to a nice chocolate! Hermione had given up all the hundreds of classes, she had an easy day now. All she did was advanced everything now.
"Granger. I am not used to girls, mudbloods or not, walking away from me." Hermione looked up at Draco and laughed.
"Draco, such a conceited ass-hole. Typical Malfoy. Malfoy, get lost. Bugger off. Daft bugger. I can stand the veela charm." Hermione looked into Draco's eyes, and saw his lips form a perfect "O", and his eyebrows raise. Hermione laughed and said
"What? I am the top student in the school. I can definitely tell a veela when I see one." Draco narrowed his eyes at Hermione and nodded, as in recognition of just how smart she was. Hermione closed her eyes and layed down on the grass, silently willing Draco to leave. Hermione heard the soft footsteps, muffled by the grass, retreat. Hermione sighed and opened her eyes and picked up her book.
'Now, where was I?'