Chapter 2.
Kings Cross.
It didn't take long for the taxi to arrive at the station. Hermione wasted no time in getting a trolley from her trunk, and casually entering the barrier between platforms 9 and 10. Her face broke into a grin the second she was through, seeing all the familiar faces of her fellow Hogwarts students.
After saying a few quick hellos and stowing her luggage on the train, Hermione decided to wait until she found Harry and Ron before getting on the Hogwarts Express. But instead, someone found her.
"Well, hel-lo", a slow drawl came from behind her. Hermione turned to find a tall, incredibly hot blond guy smirking at her. She immediately recognized him as Draco Malfoy, the Slytherin fuckwit who had made her life hell for the past 5 years. Pureblood to the core, Malfoy insisted on calling her 'mudblood' whenever he could. However, this had occurred so often that it had absolutely no effect on Hermione anymore.
"Since when do mudbloods have arse's that good?" he continued, looking her up and down.
"Since when do Malfoy's stoop to looking?" Hermione retorted tartly. Malfoy's smirk flickered, but only for a second.
"Hey, mudblood aside, any male is going to notice a behind like that. Not too mention the… rest… of you", Malfoy said, running a finger down her arm as he eyed her chest appreciatively.
Stepping back abruptly, Hermione wiped her arm as though it had been rolled in dog shit. Which, in her opinion, it had been.
"Fuck off Malfoy. Go fine some Slytherin slag to get you off… you know they're the only one's who will", she said, turning on her heel and walking away.
"Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave!" Malfoy shouted after her, the trademark smirk still plastered on his face.
"Ooh, Hermione", he muttered under his breath. "I think I've found my first fuck of the year".
Meanwhile, Hermione was still fuming over Malfoy's behavior. Who did he think he was? You don't just treat a person like crap for 5 years, only to come on to them the minute they finally hit puberty.
"Sleazy prick", she muttered. But she couldn't seem to get the blush off her cheeks. But why would she be blushing, unless…
Malfoy had looked hot. His blonde hair fell into his icy blue eyes in the sexiest way. And even though his black, button-up shirt, she could see how firm and defined his chest was. And, though she'd never mention it in the crude was Malfoy had, she thought his arse looked pretty damned good too, especially in the dark blue jeans he wore. And-
"STOP!" she told herself loudly, causing several nervous-looking first years to jump quickly away from her.
"Ok, Hermione", she said, much more quietly this time. "Snap the hell out of it. This is Malfoy we're talking about. Sleazy, arrogant, dickhead Malfoy, biggest bastard in Slytherin history. Finding him attractive is completely insane!"
But, deep in the back of her mind, Hermione knew that Malfoy was hot. Really, really hot.
"Mione? Is that you?" came a familiar voice from behind her. She turned to find Harry and Ron, grinning widely. Her heart leapt. God, she was glad to see them.
"Oh my God you guys! I've missed you so much!" she exclaimed, grabbing both of them in a huge hug.
"We missed you too", Ron said. Hermione noticed that both him and Harry were looking her up and down, though not in the sleazy way Malfoy had.
"Wow, Hermione… you look… so… wow", Harry said, laughing when he realized how ridiculous he sounded. Ron still had yet to say anything and was simply staring at her, open-mouthed.
"Harry!" came another voice, female this time. Behind them stood a pretty redheaded girl, wearing jeans and black hoodie covered in miscellaneous badges.
"Emma, hey!" Harry replied, running towards the girl and giving her a tight hug. He then led her over to Hermione and Ron.
"Who's this?" Hermione asked, smiling politely at the stranger.
"I'm Emma. I've just started at Hogwarts, but I've known Harry for a while. We went to muggle primary school together, before I moved to Australia. I got back in contact with him this summer", Emma said, smiling at Harry. He smiled back.
"She's… she's sort of my… girlfriend", Harry said, looking embarrassed and happy at the same time. A blush slowly spread across his cheeks.
"He's so cute when he blushes!" Emma joked, pinching Harry on the cheek.
"Ow, that hurt!" Harry said grinning as Emma kissed it better.
"You're such a wimp", she said.
"But I'm your favourite wimp", Harry replied, smiling lopsidedly.
The two left to find a compartment, leaving Hermione and Ron standing alone.
"They make a cute couple don't they?" Hermione said to Ron as they watched the two enter the train.
Ron looked as though he was trying to speak but couldn't seem to form words.
"I… um… you…um…" he stammered. Hermione giggled, enjoying the fact that Ron was so engrossed in the 'new her' to be coherent.
"I'm… I'm gonna go catch… up with Harry", he finally managed to spit out, before rushing off towards the train.
Hermione laughed to herself, before realizing that the train was about to leave. As she boarded, she remembered she had yet to tell Harry and Ron that she was Head Girl. She also had no idea who the Head Boy. What with that and Ron acting like English was his second language, at least the train ride wouldn't be boring.