Phoenix: Just a short little Tom/Hermione story. I may make it longer, but I may not, so don't expect anything. It's better that way. Don't own Harry Potter Books/Movies, or anything within them.
Hermione Jane Granger shot up in bed. Today was the day she was going to go to Hogwarts, and she wasn't going to be late. She hopped out of bed, and skipped to her closet. Her last year at Hogwarts...Hermione could only dream of how wonderful it would be. Not only was she the Head Girl, but, she was also best friends with Harry Potter: The Boy Who Killed Lord Voldemort.
Yes, Harry had succeeded in destroying all the horcruxes, and the dark wizard himself. Not alone, of course. Hermione had been beside him the whole way, and had helped him a great deal. The whole world knew, and would no longer look down upon 'the little mudblood', but would look up upon the girl who saved them from death, or a fate much worse than so.
Smiling, the seventeen year old took out a trunk and began packing her things. This year, she would have authority over the whole school. Everything was perfect now. The war was over, Harry and Ginny were together happily, Ron had got through his stage of insecurity, and Hermione had a new timeturner. Laughing, she finished packing, and went to take a shower.
Hermione heaved her trunk into the back of the car, and went to sit in the passenger seat. She couldn't wait to get to Hogwarts. She would finally get to see Harry, and Ron, Ginny, and Lavender, and, of course, her books. The wonderful rows and rows of endless books, each with their own unique smell and bindings. She'd sit there for hours and hours and read with no interruptions, alone in her very own Head Girl room.
The teenage witch was jerked out of her reverie when her dad started the car. Reaching forward, Hermione turned on the radio and waved back at her mom. Too bad she couldn't come, but she had to stay home with the new baby, Braden. Well, it wasn't like her mom was missing out on anything, anyway. Hermione alone went into the train station, as her parents only drove her there.
Hermione sighed loudly and turned up the volume to the radio. She really did think too much. Letting her mind absorb the music, she drifted off into a peaceful slumber, dreaming of the wonderful year she was going to have...
"Hermione...Hermione...Hermione! We're here. Wake up. Your friends are probably waiting."
Hermione's eyes snapped open at the sound of her dad's voice. Bloody hell. The ride had seemed, like, five minutes long. With one last look at the radio (her music!), she kissed her dad goodbye and got her trunk out of the car. Really, how was she going to survive without muggle machines. She had grown an attachment to her music over the summer, and it was hard to let it go. Maybe she could find a spell for magical earphones, or something...She could only hope.
Turning from her dad and opening the train station doors, Hermione hummed a little tune to herself. Platform 1...2...3...4...gift shop...5...6...7...8...9..AH! There it was! The cement wall to Platform 9 and three quarters. Hermione stepped through, and straightened her shirt and hair. Looking through the crowd, she quickly spotted Ron and Harry. It wasn't that hard, seeing as Ron's hair was pretty hard to miss, and Harry was surrounded by a group of fans.
Hermione pushed past a few drooling girls, and made her way up to her two best friends...Ron, and...
"BLOODY HELL!" she exclaimed as she approached them.
Was it even possible to grow that much over summer? The both of them seemed almost a foot taller, and WHOA! Those muscles! Her two best friends were all grown up...and she hadn't been their to watch them. Laughing to herself a little, Hermione looked up to their faces.
"You are both so tall! Look at you! You don't even look seventeen!"
She looked at Harry questionably as he took a look at her and jumped.
"Hermione! You've...grown, too...Oh, god! You're bloody-"
"Hot!" Ron finished off for him.
Hermione blushed furiously and looked away. She hadn't changed that much...well...okay...maybe she had, but that was a bit straightforward. She took a glance at the nearest puddle and compared herself to what she used to be. Overall, her hair had changed the most. It had went from a large mass of tangled straw, to a head full of beautiful, soft ringlets. Besides that, her body had also changed. Hermione now had curves, in all the right places, and she wasn't afraid to show them off. She wasn't a slut, no, but she just wasn't afraid to wear a bikini or show her belly button once in a while.
Smirking back at Ron, she said, "How...straightforward of you, Ron." she laughed at his light blush, "You guys look great yourselves! Oh, but, what I really want to know is...how did you do on your OWLs?"
Harry laughed and looked at her, "Typical, Hermione. We did pretty much the same as last year...Oh! But I got an O in Potions!"
Hermione smiled and congratulated him, "One step closer to being an auror! So, tell me, are either of you Head Boy, or, do you know who I'm stuck with?"
"Oh, well, I...sorry to say this, but...I heard it was Malfoy..." Ron hung his head solemnly, and tried to suppress his anger.
Hermione gasped and felt a trickle of fear well up inside of her, "What? But he was a Death Eater! How was he able to come back?"
"Well," Harry grumbled, "Professer McGonnagal (did I spell that right?) told me that technically he didn't kill anyone, so he's still entitled to his rights..."
"NO!" Hermione cried hopelessly, "I swear. The Ministry will be the death of me."
"Don't worry, Hermione. If he so much as looks at you the wrong way, tell us and we'll-"
"Pummel his face in." Ron grinned.
Smiling at this, the three of them headed off into the train.
"Oh, I'll be back, you guys," Hermione said as she remembered her duty," I just have to meet with the Headmistress, and the other Head for a second.
Quickly, Hermione made her way throught the many students, and into the back carriage of the train. Sure enough, Malfoy awaited her in the little compartment, along with a rather busy-looking Professer McGonnagal.
"Good afternoon Miss Granger." greeted the Headmistress, "Now. Let's get down to business. As you both know, the prefects will be leading the first years to their common rooms, so there's no need to worry about that. Your common room, your shared common room, is located on the first floor, behind the portrait of the black german shepherd. The password is 'Happy Bunny,' but you may change it at any time, and you have yet to set the passwords to each of your rooms.
"After the feast, the two of you should immediately begin planning anything like a party for Halloween. I know it is two months away," she replied to Malfoy's confused stare,"but any uncertainties with the law must be passed by the Ministry.
"Also, I want the two of you to know that you are not in total command over the school. The teachers are, as am I. You do have the privellage to take away house points, but do not get carried away. Any inappropriate behavior, and I shall know of it. You may be the Heads, but you still can be punished. Now...enjoy your last year at Hogwarts."
With that, Professer McGonnagal turned, and walked briskly out of the carriage. Hermione turned to follow, but was held back by a very cold hand upon her wrist.
"Now, now, now." she heard Malfoy say, "leaving without a word to your fellow Head."
Hermione whipped around, and twisted his wrist, causing him to squeel in pain, "Malfoy. The war is over, and I have to stand a whole ten months with you, so do not test my patience. Your side lost, proving our side to be much stronger. That includes," she twisted his arm even further, "me."
I'm not even going to give you a first chance here, Malfoy. I've seen many deaths and one more will not make a difference on me. My outlook in life has changed, and I'm not afraid to take risks."
Glaring murderously at Draco Malfoy, she brought her foot up, and cracked his elbow backwards. Frowning at his girl scream, she walked out of the compartment and slammed the door shut. With a grin, and an evil cackle, Hermione began to look in the compartments. Finding Ron and Harry nearly right away, she walked in and sat down.
"Hello!" she grinned happily.
"Whoa," noted Harry, "your awfully cheery. What did you do? Punch Malfoy?"
"No." Hermione said doubtfully, "I kicked him!"
The looks on her two best friends' faces were priceless, "You...kicked..him?" Ron stammered.
"Yep. I kicked his arm backwards. You should have heard him scream! It was-"
"Ooooooh," Harry butted in, "So that's what that was. I though Parvati had broken a nail."
The three of them laughed and took out their badges. There was no need to change, as, this year, they could go casual. Hermione carefully pinned her Head Girl badge on, and watched Harry and Ron struggle with theirs. Harry was, again Quidditch Captain, and Ron was a prefect for the second time. Wondering briefly if the three of them would have enough time for each other, she began picking out some candy from the candy cart, which had just arrived. She wasn't very hungry, so she only picked a few chocloate frogs, but, seeing as Harry and Ron were busy with their badges, she picked out some things for them, too.
"So," Hermione said as she fixed Ron's badge, "where's Ginny?"
"Thanks," said Harry as Hermione passed him some jelly beans, "Ginny? I don't know. I thought she was with the other prefects, but the meetings over and I still haven't seen her..."
"Oh!" Ron exclaimed, "Right. I was supposed to tell you two that she was helping out Professer McGonnagal. I guess I forgot..." he chuckled lightly.
"Oh Merlin!" Hermione suddenly cried, "I just remembered somethin, too! We have councellors this year. You know, the ones that help us pick our jobs and stuff! I was supposed to tell you!"
"What?" Harry said disbelievingly, "But I already know that I want to be an auror!"
"Hm," Ron considered, "Well, I think I'll be needing one! I never even thought of life after Hogwarts!"
The Golden Trio chuckled, and began talking of life after school. They would be fully grown up, and would have to get jobs in less than a year. Personally, Hermione didn't know what she was going to be. An auror didn't seem that appealing, as none of the bad people in the world were going to be nearly as hard to kill as Lord Voldemort was. Hermione wanted a challenge, and she was going to get one!
That was when her mind turned back to her timeturner. She was supposed to set it, so, if anyone else got a hand on it, it would only work for her. Rummaging through her bag, she pulled out the small hourglass, and took it out of its velvet case.
"You got another one?" Harry asked
"Oh." Hermione looked up at Harry, "Yes. The other one could only go back a few hours. This one can go back as far as you like. In my case, I have to go back nearly a day each time I use it. All of my classes are overlapped."
"But then, you'll be almost nineteen when you leave school"
"Well, who cares anyway? Only the three of us will know. Ron. Chew with your mouth closed." Hermione looked down at her timeturner, "Hermione Jane Granger. Used for school purposes. Locations wishing to use the timeturner in are all within the school grounds of Hogwarts. Location is..."
Phoenix: Well, that's chapter one. Don't worry! Hermione will meet Tom soon enough! Review if you want! Thanks for reading!
