Hey this is my first fic on here, so pleze dont be too hard on me! Yea,I kno this is like almost every other fic. Yea, the title is stupid, but hopefully the fic wont be too bad! I tried other fics on other sites, but I kinda lost touch with all of them, or in other words gave up. Im hoping this will be different, nd Im not sure how regularly I can post new chapters, but I will try my hardest. Im up-to-date with all the books and shtuff, Im just not sure if I will be following them. Dumbledore is kool, so he'll probably be in here, nd Lucius wont be in Azkaban. So I guess Im already not following the books. If the characters are a bit, different, than they should be in the book, Im probably well aware of it, I just needed them to be the way Im making them for this story. Otay, I think that's it, so here's the story.

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Hermione Granger was getting read for her 7th and final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She was in her room, brushing her hair after getting on her muggle clothes. Hermione hadn't changed all that much over the summer break. She found a potion to tame her unruly hair, so it now lay beautifully curly down to about 5" past her shoulders. She had also grown into her physical features; she now had a nicely rounded ass that wasn't to big, but it wasn't nonexistent either. Her breasts had grown over the summer so now they would attract attention to her, but not just for them. It would be quite an understatement to say she was "cute" because she had changed into nothing short of beautiful, although her changes were minor. The muggle clothes she was wearing were simple: simple blue jeans with a light blue shirt with silver flowers and fake jewels around the right side. Although this choice of clothes was not the most elegant, they complemented her and her body very well.

"Hermione, sweetheart, it's almost time to leave for the train!" Hermione's mother yelled up the stairs.

"Coming Mum, give me 2 more seconds," Hermione put her brush down in her trunk. She closed her trunk, making sure everything in there was perfectly organized, and that her Head Girl badge sat neatly on the top of the pile. "Okay Mum, lets go…" yelled Hermione as she ran down the stairs. Hermione and her parents piled into their car and headed off to the train station, a short 10 miles away.

When they had gotten to the train station, Hermione and her parents had said their good-byes outside of the platform, considering they were muggles and couldn't get into it anyway. Hermione had leaned against the wall between platforms 9 and 10, and then she casually slipped into the familiar train stop. As soon as she backed away from the wall, she was bombarded with 2 other people. They were frantically hugging her and saying things, which mixed together so all she got out of it was, "Mione, so much, vacation good?"

"Whoa, slow down; what's that now?" Hermione asked her 2 best friends Harry Potter and Ron Weasley.

"Mione we missed you so much!" Ron said, hugging her once more.

"Was you summer vacation good?" Harry asked, also giving her another hug.

"Yeah, it was great, and I missed you both too!" Hermione paused, taking a good look at her 2 best friends. They, like her, hadn't changed all that much over the summer, just enough to make them even more attractive than they used to be. Ron was now 6'3" and had hair about to his ears. Practicing Quidditch with Harry and helping his Mum with the harder outside chores had done him well. He was not insanely muscular now, but quite fit. Harry had the same adorable face, and his hair was exactly the same. But some how that had only added to his good looks. He was like Ron, 6'1" and muscular enough to look hott.

"And look at you both, you're going to be beating away the women with a stick!" Hermione added. She then laughed at the muggle reference to someone good looking. Although she thought it was funny, Harry and Ron didn't seem to get it. They looked at her oddly at first, but then shrugged it off and laughed with her.

"Cmon guys, we better get a compartment before they all fill up," Harry said to the others.

"Oh, I'm sorry guys, but I have to sit in the Heads Compartment during the train ride. I'm guessing neither of you are the Head Boy though…" She asked hopefully.

"Do you remember who you're talking to, Mione. Who in their right mind would make either of us Head Boy?" Harry kidded. They all walked onto the train together, but Hermione walked off to the back of the train towards the

Heads Compartment while Harry and Ron got into a compartment by the front of train with some fellow 7th year Gryffindor boys. She walked until she saw a sign on the front of a compartment that read, "Heads Compartment" and quickly opened the door.

She opened the door to revel a very standard looking compartment. The only differences with this one from the others was that it was a little bigger, the seats looked a bit nicer, and their was a portable trolley in there, much like the muggles vending machine. 'Humph! You'd think the Heads Compartment would be a bit nicer…' Hermione's thoughts trailed off as the compartment doorwas thrownopen to reveal none other than Draco Malfoy.