~*Rising Temptations*~
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Summary: This is a Hermione/Draco, Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Ginny fic but mainly
evolved around Hermione and Draco. They're in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but this
year something different is happening. Idea based on Temptation Island.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling gets the pleasure of owning Harry Potter. I'm just a person.
Chapter 4 - The arrival:
The morning sun pierced through Hermione Granger's window, a wake-up call for the
unfortunate girl. She groaned and draped her arm over her eyes, trying to block it out.
"Bloody sun," she grumbled.
Shakily, she stood up and stumbled over to her wall calendar. That's when she
realized today is the day. Today's the day Hermione goes to Ron's house. Realizing
this, she grinned and flopped down onto her bed. Except she didn't realize that
Crookshanks, her orange cat, was on it so she quickly jerked up with a squeal. She
then walked slowly to her bath room and closed the door. Pulling off her P.J's, she
turned on the shower and waited for the water to become hot. When she saw steam
rising on top of the shower curtain, Hermione stepped in. The hot, but not burning
water enveloped her. For a brief second everything in her mind slipped away leaving
her with nothing but the feeling of warmness sliding down her body. After she'd
washed her hair, she stepped out and toweled herself dry. Wrapping a small towel
around her hand dried hair, she opened her bathroom door as clouds of hot steam
tumbled out. Taking a deep breath she trudged into her walk-in closet and flicked on
the light. If only Ginny was here to help her decide what to wear. She used one arm to
lazily flip through her pants and stopped at a pair of Mavi jeans. She took it off the
hanger and pulled in on.
'Hmm, see? This isn't that hard. Just decide what shirt to wear now.'
Hermione looked outside and immediately decided that it was a pretty hot day.
'Maybe something sleeveless'
She picked out all of her sleeveless articles and spread them out on her bed and on the
ground. Crookshanks circled slowly around a halter top and then chose to take a nap
on it. Hermione then separated them into 'warm colors', 'cool colors', and 'neutral
colors'. She did a quick 'eeny-meeny-miney-mo' and hung up all the neutrals. Then
she thought of another random way to pick. Hermione closed her eyes and spun
around in one spot with her right arm out and a finger pointed. She stopped and
opened her eyes. After the dizziness stopped, she saw herself pointing to her baby
blue pillow. Smiling at her genius idea, she hung up all the warm colors and some
cool colors, leaving just the blues. She bit on her lip and glanced at her wall clock.
Just a mere hour or so before she was expected to arrive.
'Hurry up Herms, picking clothes never took you this long before.'
But she knew exactly why she had to choose carefully. Usually she just dressed for
the sake of having clothing on her, today however, she was dressing to impress. This
led Hermione to think of Harry. Wonderful Harry. Wonderful, cute, amazing Harry
Potter.
'Arg! Snap out of it Hermione Granger! Get a grip.'
Frowning, she bent back down and examined each article of clothing, fingering the
fabric while thinking, 'I have to keep in mind not to look too flashy, or else I might
have problems with Ron.'
Finally in the end, Hermione chose a tank top with thin straps that had a tie-dye
design of light and dark blue. It rose a bit above her perfectly flat stomach, showing
off her belly button piercing she got the nerve to get earlier this summer. She then
quickly tidied up her room and ran to the bathroom to work with her hair. First she
tugged off the towel that still held her hair threw it on the tile ground. She then shook
out her hair and brushed it out slowly. When that was done, she brought out her hair
dryer and plugged it in. The loud noise of the appliance filled her ears and she
unprofessionally dried her hair. After awhile, Hermione turned it off and ran her
fingers through her almost dried hair.
Then suddenly, a voice behind her yelled, "Boo!"
"Ahh!" Hermione jumped back, startled.
That's when the red-headed girl stepped out from behind the shower curtain with a
huge grin on her face.
"Gosh Ginny, you nearly caused me a heart attack!"
"Well your hair dryer was so loud I couldn't get your attention so I just HAD to scare
you."
"Well what are you doing here anyways? I'll be at your house in about half an hour."
"Don't you remember me telling you I'll be here today to help you with your make up
before you arrive?"
"Uh, oh yea, of course I remember," Hermione managed to say. Ginny probably told
her when she was too busy thinking about Harry.
"Well anyways. I'm here now. Let's get started on Operation Drop dead gorgeous," Ginny smirked.
Hermione smiled weakly and thought, 'Oh boy.'
They walked into Hermione's room and Ginny instructed her to sit. Ginny dumped all
the makeup they bought onto the bed and rummaged through them. Expertly, she
applied everything from foundation to lip liner to a tad of body glitter. The whole
works. When she was done, Ginny stepped back, admired her work, and rubbed her
hands together in glee. Hermione cautiously walked towards the bathroom, not
knowing just what to expect. When she reached the mirror, all she could do was gasp.
"Who am I?" She wondered aloud.
It was true that she couldn't believe it was herself she was looking at. She wasn't little
miss perfect, straight A+, bookworm Hermione Granger anymore. Well sure she was
still Hermione Granger, but now, she was like Ginny said, drop dead gorgeous. The
mere thought of it made her insides flitter.
"So? What do you think? Am I good or am I good?" A voice beside her questioned.
"Oh you're good all right," Hermione replied still staring at her reflection.
"Well come on! We got to go. Everyone will be waiting."
Hermione nodded and with one last glance, she left after the Weasley girl. When they
got to Hermione's fireplace, Ginny pulled out a small brown drawstring bag from her
pocket.
"Floo powder," she explained.
Ginny reached in and pulled out a clenched fist. Hermione watched her as she threw
in the chalk white powder and stepped into the fire shouting, "The Weasley
household!"
Hermione picked up the bag and did the same, enunciating each word carefully. The
fire surrounded her and then suddenly she was thrown out. Luckily she was quite
experienced with Floo powder and landed gracefully on her two feet. Dusting off her
jeans and checking her hair, Hermione looked around. There in front of her were all
the Weasleys and of course, Harry.
"Oh my! Hermione! My, my look how grown up you look now!" Mrs. Weasley
rushed over and gave her a big hug.
"Welcome Hermione. Glad to see you," a polite but beaming Mr. Weasley said next.
"Hello Hermione. Boy do you look hot, er, I mean nice," Fred said while blushing.
George just smirked and nodded at her. Then Ron and Harry came over. Hermione's
heart skipped a beat as she looked into the warm, emerald eyes of the one she longed
for.
"Wow, I mean, well," Harry smiled, "It's so great to see you. You look great!"
This time it was Hermione who blushed.
"Aww Harry, it nice to see you too!"
Then she turned to Ron who had turned redder than his hair.
"H-h-hi, H-h-hermione," he stuttered and turned even redder, if that was possible.
"H-h-hello to you too, R-r-ron," she joked.
Harry started laughing at beet red friend and winked at Hermione. Her heart was
pounding so fast now that she could barely hear her surroundings. Harry had winked
at her! Then Ginny came over, glanced at her brother and grinned. She gave Hermione
a look that seemed to say 'I told you so'.
"Come on Hermione, take your stuff and put it in my room where you'll be staying.
Follow me."
Hermione bent down to get her trunk, but instead Harry picked it up and smiled at her.
She smiled back and whispered thanks. Ron glared at Harry and followed along.
'Not a bad start. But I bet things are going to get mighty interesting soon.' Hermione
thought as she climbed the stairs up to Ginny's room. The room that she'll be staying
in for the rest of the summer.
Ok, I'm really in need of reviews right now, PLEASE REVIEW!!!!! That's all I need
to say. Thank you so much to the people who have reviewed. You have no idea how
helpful you are. This chappy is for you guys!
Summary: This is a Hermione/Draco, Ron/Lavender, and Harry/Ginny fic but mainly
evolved around Hermione and Draco. They're in their 7th year at Hogwarts, but this
year something different is happening. Idea based on Temptation Island.
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling gets the pleasure of owning Harry Potter. I'm just a person.
Chapter 4 - The arrival:
The morning sun pierced through Hermione Granger's window, a wake-up call for the
unfortunate girl. She groaned and draped her arm over her eyes, trying to block it out.
"Bloody sun," she grumbled.
Shakily, she stood up and stumbled over to her wall calendar. That's when she
realized today is the day. Today's the day Hermione goes to Ron's house. Realizing
this, she grinned and flopped down onto her bed. Except she didn't realize that
Crookshanks, her orange cat, was on it so she quickly jerked up with a squeal. She
then walked slowly to her bath room and closed the door. Pulling off her P.J's, she
turned on the shower and waited for the water to become hot. When she saw steam
rising on top of the shower curtain, Hermione stepped in. The hot, but not burning
water enveloped her. For a brief second everything in her mind slipped away leaving
her with nothing but the feeling of warmness sliding down her body. After she'd
washed her hair, she stepped out and toweled herself dry. Wrapping a small towel
around her hand dried hair, she opened her bathroom door as clouds of hot steam
tumbled out. Taking a deep breath she trudged into her walk-in closet and flicked on
the light. If only Ginny was here to help her decide what to wear. She used one arm to
lazily flip through her pants and stopped at a pair of Mavi jeans. She took it off the
hanger and pulled in on.
'Hmm, see? This isn't that hard. Just decide what shirt to wear now.'
Hermione looked outside and immediately decided that it was a pretty hot day.
'Maybe something sleeveless'
She picked out all of her sleeveless articles and spread them out on her bed and on the
ground. Crookshanks circled slowly around a halter top and then chose to take a nap
on it. Hermione then separated them into 'warm colors', 'cool colors', and 'neutral
colors'. She did a quick 'eeny-meeny-miney-mo' and hung up all the neutrals. Then
she thought of another random way to pick. Hermione closed her eyes and spun
around in one spot with her right arm out and a finger pointed. She stopped and
opened her eyes. After the dizziness stopped, she saw herself pointing to her baby
blue pillow. Smiling at her genius idea, she hung up all the warm colors and some
cool colors, leaving just the blues. She bit on her lip and glanced at her wall clock.
Just a mere hour or so before she was expected to arrive.
'Hurry up Herms, picking clothes never took you this long before.'
But she knew exactly why she had to choose carefully. Usually she just dressed for
the sake of having clothing on her, today however, she was dressing to impress. This
led Hermione to think of Harry. Wonderful Harry. Wonderful, cute, amazing Harry
Potter.
'Arg! Snap out of it Hermione Granger! Get a grip.'
Frowning, she bent back down and examined each article of clothing, fingering the
fabric while thinking, 'I have to keep in mind not to look too flashy, or else I might
have problems with Ron.'
Finally in the end, Hermione chose a tank top with thin straps that had a tie-dye
design of light and dark blue. It rose a bit above her perfectly flat stomach, showing
off her belly button piercing she got the nerve to get earlier this summer. She then
quickly tidied up her room and ran to the bathroom to work with her hair. First she
tugged off the towel that still held her hair threw it on the tile ground. She then shook
out her hair and brushed it out slowly. When that was done, she brought out her hair
dryer and plugged it in. The loud noise of the appliance filled her ears and she
unprofessionally dried her hair. After awhile, Hermione turned it off and ran her
fingers through her almost dried hair.
Then suddenly, a voice behind her yelled, "Boo!"
"Ahh!" Hermione jumped back, startled.
That's when the red-headed girl stepped out from behind the shower curtain with a
huge grin on her face.
"Gosh Ginny, you nearly caused me a heart attack!"
"Well your hair dryer was so loud I couldn't get your attention so I just HAD to scare
you."
"Well what are you doing here anyways? I'll be at your house in about half an hour."
"Don't you remember me telling you I'll be here today to help you with your make up
before you arrive?"
"Uh, oh yea, of course I remember," Hermione managed to say. Ginny probably told
her when she was too busy thinking about Harry.
"Well anyways. I'm here now. Let's get started on Operation Drop dead gorgeous," Ginny smirked.
Hermione smiled weakly and thought, 'Oh boy.'
They walked into Hermione's room and Ginny instructed her to sit. Ginny dumped all
the makeup they bought onto the bed and rummaged through them. Expertly, she
applied everything from foundation to lip liner to a tad of body glitter. The whole
works. When she was done, Ginny stepped back, admired her work, and rubbed her
hands together in glee. Hermione cautiously walked towards the bathroom, not
knowing just what to expect. When she reached the mirror, all she could do was gasp.
"Who am I?" She wondered aloud.
It was true that she couldn't believe it was herself she was looking at. She wasn't little
miss perfect, straight A+, bookworm Hermione Granger anymore. Well sure she was
still Hermione Granger, but now, she was like Ginny said, drop dead gorgeous. The
mere thought of it made her insides flitter.
"So? What do you think? Am I good or am I good?" A voice beside her questioned.
"Oh you're good all right," Hermione replied still staring at her reflection.
"Well come on! We got to go. Everyone will be waiting."
Hermione nodded and with one last glance, she left after the Weasley girl. When they
got to Hermione's fireplace, Ginny pulled out a small brown drawstring bag from her
pocket.
"Floo powder," she explained.
Ginny reached in and pulled out a clenched fist. Hermione watched her as she threw
in the chalk white powder and stepped into the fire shouting, "The Weasley
household!"
Hermione picked up the bag and did the same, enunciating each word carefully. The
fire surrounded her and then suddenly she was thrown out. Luckily she was quite
experienced with Floo powder and landed gracefully on her two feet. Dusting off her
jeans and checking her hair, Hermione looked around. There in front of her were all
the Weasleys and of course, Harry.
"Oh my! Hermione! My, my look how grown up you look now!" Mrs. Weasley
rushed over and gave her a big hug.
"Welcome Hermione. Glad to see you," a polite but beaming Mr. Weasley said next.
"Hello Hermione. Boy do you look hot, er, I mean nice," Fred said while blushing.
George just smirked and nodded at her. Then Ron and Harry came over. Hermione's
heart skipped a beat as she looked into the warm, emerald eyes of the one she longed
for.
"Wow, I mean, well," Harry smiled, "It's so great to see you. You look great!"
This time it was Hermione who blushed.
"Aww Harry, it nice to see you too!"
Then she turned to Ron who had turned redder than his hair.
"H-h-hi, H-h-hermione," he stuttered and turned even redder, if that was possible.
"H-h-hello to you too, R-r-ron," she joked.
Harry started laughing at beet red friend and winked at Hermione. Her heart was
pounding so fast now that she could barely hear her surroundings. Harry had winked
at her! Then Ginny came over, glanced at her brother and grinned. She gave Hermione
a look that seemed to say 'I told you so'.
"Come on Hermione, take your stuff and put it in my room where you'll be staying.
Follow me."
Hermione bent down to get her trunk, but instead Harry picked it up and smiled at her.
She smiled back and whispered thanks. Ron glared at Harry and followed along.
'Not a bad start. But I bet things are going to get mighty interesting soon.' Hermione
thought as she climbed the stairs up to Ginny's room. The room that she'll be staying
in for the rest of the summer.