Author's Notes: I didn't go in too much detail about the physical changes, it's not the most essential! Without further delay, here's chapter 2!

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Hermione and Ginny walked through the arrival gate at Heathrow, back from their summer holiday in Nice. This was finally it, they were back and they had changed and standing before her was Hermione's first challenge - facing her friends!

"I think that's them," Harry said, frowning deeply at the two girls coming through the arrival gate of Heathrow airport.

"Hermione! Ginny!" Mrs Weasley shouted, waving her hand at them. Hermione heard her name being called out and smiled back brightly.

"My parents are going to kill me, aren't they?" Ginny whispered out of the corner of her mouth, a nervous smile on her face.

Hermione didn't answer, but thought about her own parents' reaction instead and felt her throat suddenly run dry. Oh well, here it goes! But deep inside Hermione was trembling like a leaf. What if they simply died of shock?

They pushed their trolley towards the Weasley family, accompanied by Harry, and went to greet them .

"Oh my God, Hermione!" Harry cried out, seeing his best friend for the first time after two months. "And – and Ginny? Is that you?"

"What have you done to your hair!" Mrs Weasley squeaked, noticing the black streaks in her daughter's hair.

Oh crap! Hermione tried to keep a bright smile on her face but it was rapidly fading. Okay, so they had both changed over the summer. But, come on, it wasn't that drastic…was it?

Hermione now had long, thick, dark brown hair, a dark chestnut colour with blonde highlights. She had grown over the summer a little and filled out, but no one would have noticed if she hadn't been wearing a black mini-skirt and green halter neck. She had also gotten her bellybutton pierced, which no one failed to see.

Ginny, on the other hand, had cut her hair short. It came straight down just past her ears, framing her beautiful round face perfectly. She had also added a few black streaks over her already dark red colour. Hermione personally thought she looked terrific, especially since both of them had gotten golden tans after spending so many afternoons at the beach. However, Mrs Weasley seemed to have paled several shades whilst, Harry couldn't help but stare at her the same way he used to with Cho Chang and so many other pretty girls.

Okay, so maybe Ginny was showing off a lot of skin in her spaghetti strap, baby blue, short summer dress but at least she looked good in it! And thank God it covered Ginny's recent tattoo of a rose on the small of her back!

"I think you look gorgeous sweetheart," Mr Weasley told her, pulling his daughter into a hug. As soon as he spoke up, everyone then seemed to suddenly relax and Hermione's smile reappeared. She hugged Ron and he even winked at her, causing her smile to spread. He had grown a lot taller over the summer, but Hermione didn't feel too small due to her four-inch heel sandals.

Harry, however, still seemed under shock. "Oh Harry, you're not so bad yourself!" Hermione laughed before pulling him into a fierce hug.

In truth, Harry Potter didn't seem bad at all. He had grown yet again over the summer and gained some muscle. His black hair was messier than ever and he still hadn't changed his round glasses, which gave him a cute look.

"I missed you guys so much," she whispered in his ear discreetly. "You have no idea what Ginny and my cousins put me through!"

He laughed softly back and Hermione stepped away for him to meet Ginny. She knew there had always been a thing between them and now, maybe this year, Harry would finally ask her out.

"Sorry Gin, it's just that you look – wow!" Harry breathed out, gulping nervously.

Hermione winked discreetly at Ginny and she stuck her tongue out in return. Giggling furiously, she hugged Harry tightly before kissing him on the cheek. "It's good to see you too Harry!"

Hermione smiled with confidence as she watched Harry's reaction to the new Ginny. Both girls had spent quite a bit of money on buying clothes. Their make-up and beauty products had been gifts from Hermione's uncle who worked in a famous beauty company. However, even with the change and the fact that she suddenly cared a lot more about her looks, Hermione was still the same bookworm inside and had already studied all the seventh-year class books. She had even screamed and leapt for joy the previous week, when she had received her Head Girl badge. Nonetheless, she had made a promise to Ginny during the summer to be less of an insufferable know-it-all during her final year and definitely intended to keep it.

"Ron, Harry, Arthur, help the girls with the luggage," Mrs Weasley ordered sternly, leading them outside. She would obviously need time to adapt to the new girls. "The twins should be here any minute with the car."

"The twins are driving?" Hermione asked in horror.

"Complete nutters if you ask me!" Ron told her, lifting up one of the many suitcases. "Nearly killed us this summer when they took me and Harry out to Muggle London!"

"Don't worry, he's exaggerating," Harry informed the girls, who looked rather nervous. "Merlin, what the hell did you put in these suitcases?"

They didn't answer him and instead shared a knowing look.

"So how much stuff are you taking to Hogwarts?" Hermione asked Ginny, as they hang around in their room.

They had arrived at the Burrow safe and sound and the next day they were already heading back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The girls were packing their trunks whilst talking about their holiday and the year ahead of them.

"Everything!" Ginny exclaimed, tossing a whole bunch of outfits in her trunk. "Hermione, it's your seventh-year! It's your last year, they'll be loads of parties and you have to make the most of it! And remember you're Head Girl, everyone will look up to you."

"I wonder who got Head Boy?" Hermione asked out loud, remembering neither Harry nor Ron got the position. She had told everyone at dinner that she had made Head Girl and they had all congratulated her, although nobody knew who was Head Boy. The girls had done most of the talking at dinner. Hermione had told everyone about their adventures in Nice, in the South of France, leaving a few wild nights out of the conversation. She didn't want to shock the Weasley family even more; her appearance seemed to be quite enough for the day. Ginny informed the family that they had also gone to Valencia, in Spain for a couple of weeks and had really enjoyed it. Their holiday had been wicked and now that they were back, they missed Nice and Hermione's cousins terribly.

"Merlin, I can't believe we're back," Ginny sighed, sitting down on the bed. "Although, it's a good thing, as I was badly running out of money."

"Yeah, but aren't you going to miss it?" Hermione asked her, packing her new underwear in her trunk. "The nightclubs, the dancing, the beach--"

"The guys!" they both cried out before falling into a fit of giggles.

Hermione jumped on the bed next to Ginny and winked at her. "So are you going to tell me what finally happened between you and Paolo?"

Paolo was a very hot Italian guy Ginny had pulled a few times and had dated for the last few days.

Ginny rolled her eyes in response. "You already know about that! I broke it off! He's going back to Italy and I'm in England now. But he was so fit!"

Her face broke into a huge smile and Hermione suddenly threw a pillow in her face. "You're such a heartbreaker Ginevra!"

"Me?" she exclaimed innocently as she sat up. "At least I'm not the one who became a man-eater!"

"Are you jealous?" Hermione taunted her before Ginny hit her back in the face with the same pillow.

Yes, it was true! Ex-goody goody two shoes Granger had been with quite a few guys during her summer and they had only been for the night. She had lost her virginity to a sweet French guy, named Remy, who was also a close friend to her cousin. He was a perfect gentleman and during their last date, Remy had taken her to a small deserted golden beach for a late picnic. They had ended up sleeping together and Hermione had found it awkward, but then, she did as every other girl did discovering the pleasure of sex; she ditched Remy only to go on a wild goose chase meeting loads of other guys in nightclubs, bars or through her two cousins. They seemed to know every hot guy in Nice and Hermione had gone out with a couple of them. It hadn't seemed wrong to her at all, but then maybe it was the fact that she was abroad, far away from those who commonly knew her as bookworm Granger.

"Remember Blaise?" Ginny suddenly asked, resuming her packing. "I still can't believe how different he was when we met him in Valencia."

"Oh yeah," she agreed.

Blaise Zabini, one of the good-looking guys in Hogwarts, was definitely a great pull. One night in Valenica, the two girls had hung out at a Wizard club they had heard of at Hogwarts and Ginny had accidentally bumped into Blaise. They started talking and in the end all three of them had a really good time. As usual, having one too many drinks Hermione finished the night pulling Blaise on the dance floor, but nothing more. It was weird after all; he was still a Slytherin, and Malfoy's best friend.

"He was such a good kisser," Hermione said out loud, as she remembered that particular night. She secretly hoped to meet him again soon at Hogwarts.

"Too bad he's friends with Malfoy," Ginny stated, shrinking the contents of her trunk. She had no more space left but lots more clothes to put in. "You thought about the revenge plan yet?"

"Actually I haven't thought about the git for a while, but I'll figure something out," Hermione informed her friend, her large chocolate eyes glittering dangerously.

"Don't you think it's about time you came up with something?" Ginny said seriously.

"Don't you think it's about time you showed your tattoo to your mum?" Hermione retorted.

"Point taken."

They heard a knock on the door and then Ron walked in. Hmm, he had certainly become fit over the summer, but then again, maybe Hermione still had feelings for him. Ron informed Ginny that their mother was looking for her and so she left, leaving him alone with Hermione.

"Hermione, can we talk?" he asked her, looking around the room nervously.

Actually, she wouldn't object if they did a bit more than talking…

"Sure Ron, what's up?" she asked him, patting a seat next to her on the bed. He went to sit by her and flashed her a smile. Hermione couldn't help but blush. She had always loved his smile and she couldn't help noticing his body.

"You guys seemed to have had an incredible summer," he began, looking at all the new clothes and photos strewn across the floor.

"Oh come on, you and Harry also had a good time, especially with Fred and George taking you out a lot," she commented, pushing back her long, curly hair from her face and putting on her sweetest smile.

"Yeah I guess, but I missed you."

Oh yeah?

"I bet you did!" she teased him, giving his arm a playful squeeze. Nice and firm… but then Hermione started feeling Ron's uneasiness. What was wrong with him? Surely he wasn't about to ask her out again?

"No," Ron continued, putting a hand on her shoulder. "I really missed you."

Now he was going to kiss her, Hermione could feel it, but she preferred having her own way and moved forward to crash her lips on his, surprising him. She kissed him feverishly, loving every second of it as she sat in his lap. Not knowing what to do, Ron went with the flow and put his hands on her hips. They continued kissing roughly for a few minutes and then Hermione could feel it was turning on Ron. She moaned against his mouth as his tongue flicked against hers. Since when had Ron learned to kiss like that, she wondered, but it didn't matter because he quickly broke the kiss and asked her the ultimate question.

"Hermione, I think I made a mistake when I broke up with you," he admitted, as she continued to nibble his left ear. "I still love you, will you be my girlfriend again?"

Hermione stopped abruptly when she heard him. Oh bummer! She knew that if she told him a straight 'no', it would break his innocent heart. Yes, she had liked Ron and he was a really sweet guy, but she didn't want to be his girlfriend! Hermione had changed, she was only starting to have fun and she didn't want to be tied down to someone so quickly.

"Ron I'm so sorry, but I don't really want a boyfriend at the moment," she answered truthfully. "I like my freedom."

He looked hurt, but he seemed to understand and dropped the subject. Although she felt horny and a little disappointed things didn't go further, Hermione remembered that Ron was her best friend and she couldn't use him like every other guy. That would just complicate things beyond belief and besides, Ginny would kill her – literally. So they talked a bit more, mostly about Hogwarts, remembering the old days, when suddenly Ginny came back in. Ron left right after and it was all girls again.

"Time for bed!" Ginny announced, grabbing her pyjamas.

"Already? Its only 11:30!" Hermione whined chucking the last of her belongings into her trunk.

"Yes, Hermione! We have to get up early, remember?" Ginny replied, changing into a pair of silk pajamas. "Besides, you don't want to be late when meeting the Head Boy. I'm sure he's dying to meet you."

Hermione was late.

Damn!

Waving a last goodbye at Mrs Weasley, she ran onto the train and looked for the Head compartment. The school letter had been very clear that she was to meet the Head Boy and then patrol up and down the train but somehow she was already late! Why on earth she had let Ginny convince her to not change into her Hogwarts uniform straight away, she didn't know. However, now she was forced to run down the corridor in her knee length jean skirt and heels! As she passed by other students, most of them looked at her puzzled and almost intrigued. Okay, so maybe it was because Hermione was wearing a black tank top, which showed off her cleavage and mid drift, which she never used to wear, but frankly she couldn't care less.

She was late and she'd be damned if she disappointed the teachers on her first day! Disappoint the teachers? Oh no, hadn't she promised not to worry about that? Sighing deeply, Hermione switched her thoughts to the new Head Boy and wondered if he was possibly good-looking. Maybe she could hook up with him, especially if they were living together. Otherwise, she hoped he wouldn't be too arsy if and when Hermione would invite guys over to her room.

But as she opened the compartment door, her jaw suddenly dropped to the floor!

Damn it! Damn Dumbledore! Damn HIM! She knew it! She just knew it! Out of all the smart and intelligent students in her year, that old nutter candy-lover Dumbledore just had to pick –

"Draco Malfoy!" Hermione greeted through gritted teeth, crossing her arms over her chest.

Breathe Hermione, breathe! Now was not the time to get angry! She had dealt with arrogant pricks all summer, so Malfoy should be a piece of cake for her! No problem, right?

"Granger, what a pleasant surprise!" he drawled, sneering from his seat. His first comment already made Hermione want to rip his head off, but instead she kept a calm and serene composure. She looked Malfoy straight in the eye, trying to find some witty comeback but instead, for the first time ever, she saw beyond his trademark smirk and her chocolate eyes fell upon his body.

Bloody hell! Malfoy's body! How on earth did he get such a nice body? Even Quidditch couldn't do that many wonders! There was only one solution. Albino boy had been working out over the summer! Hermione couldn't help but stare at his lean muscles and broad shoulders through his white oxford shirt. For half a second, she wished she could see under his shirt, but quickly slapped the thought out of her mind. She looked back at his face and then realised that the insufferable prat hadn't gelled his hair back as he usually did, but instead it fell down in his face. Wow, that made him much better-looking – no actually, he actually looked kind of hot!

WHAT? What did she just say? Malfoy – hot? Malfoy was the most foul, stuck-up bastard she had ever met! There was no way in hell she could even think of touching him, especially after he had insulted her!

Realising she was still in the doorway, Hermione stepped inside the compartment and sat opposite Malfoy, smirking back.

"How in Merlin's name did you make Head Boy?" she said coldly, staring right into his steel gray eyes.

"I worked for it Granger," he answered just as coolly.

Hermione snorted and crossed her long legs in front of him. Without realising, she showed off more of her tanned skin and gave him a glimpse underneath her skirt. Hermione did it all very innocently, whilst looking out of the window, but suddenly noticed in the glass reflection, that Malfoy's eyes were on her. He also seemed to have realised the changes in Hermione and couldn't help but stare at her.

Eewww! Malfoy was a pervert!

"Like what you see?" she commented, lifting a brow at him.

Draco instantly snapped out of it and didn't say anything in return. Hermione bite back a smile and glanced out of the window again instead. Gotcha, you sleazy git!

Hermione: 1 Draco: 0

"I see that you've changed," he stated in return, looking her up and down in the same manner he had done last time they had met. "Did I have anything to do with it?"

Uh oh! Hermione hadn't thought he would say that!

"Oh right," she responded defiantly. "Yes, it's quite intriguing how developed your interest in beauty and fashion is considering your supposedly het!"

Malfoy's eyes suddenly flared up. "Why you little –"

But before he could finish his sentence, the compartment door opened and Blaise stepped inside.

"Hey Draco, I was looking for you everywhere. So who's Head –" However, he stopped short as he noticed the Gryffindor.

"Hermione!" he quickly exclaimed.

"Blaise!" she greeted him in return, pulling him into a quick hug.

As usual his gorgeous blue eyes sparkled brightly against his tanned skin and his dark hair was spiked up. He looked stunning and Hermione's eyes lingered on him longer than necessary.

"Merlin, you look good!" he told her, ignoring Malfoy's look of pure shock. "You made Head Girl?"

"Yeah, you proud of me?" she flirted, closing up on him.

"Of course I am. Plus, now that you get your own room, I'll be over all the time," he winked and Malfoy's jaw literally dropped to the ground. Seeing the ferret's reaction couldn't make Hermione any happier and she quickly decided to make the most of it.

"Dear Lord, is it me or is it hot in here?" she said brightly, stepping to the window and slowly stood on her tiptoes to pull it down, giving the two Slytherins a better view of her ass and mid drift.

"Let me get that for you," Blaise offered and opened the window, allowing the fresh air in. Of course, as he did so, he closed up on Hermione and she purposely pressed her body against him, smiling sweetly.

Malfoy's eyes were positively on fire.

"Blaise, can we talk?" he interrupted loudly and pulled his best mate away from Hermione and outside into the corridor before he could answer.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she heard him shout to the dark-haired boy, once the door was shut. Hermione couldn't help but grin madly.

Hermione: 2 Draco: 0

This was definitely going to be fun!

Ten minutes later, Malfoy was back and he looked extremely pissed off. Served him right, snotty prick! Hermione pretended not to notice him as she continued to read her Muggle book.

"I think it's time we patrolled." he ordered to her, slipping in his black cloak.

"Do you mind if we do it later, we've still got more than three hours to go," she told him, not lifting her eyes from her book. "It's not like the brats are going to go anywhere!"

Draco paled at her words and looked as if he was about to choke. "Excuse me?"

"Alright, alright!" Hermione gave up seeing his face. She put her book down and picked up her own cloak with her Head Badge securely fastened. "Geez, I never knew this Head business was such a big deal to you Malfoy!" she told him, patting him on the shoulder. "But whatever, let's go."

He looked back at her as if she were crazy before following her out of the compartment and down the corridor. They made their way through the different compartments, insulting each other and arguing endlessly as they checked people's names off and made sure they were behaving. Fortunately, Hermione met a few cute guys and openly flirted with them. It kept her mind off the blond-haired asshole, but a shadow of annoyance seemed to cross Malfoy's face as he noticed her increase in popularity. As they walked down the corridor to the next compartment, Hermione recognised Ron's deep booming voice and sure enough, as she opened the carriage door, there sat most of the seventh-year Gryffindors. Harry and Ron were sitting on one side with Ginny and Lavender whilst Parvati, Dean and Seamus sat opposite them.

"Oh this keeps getting better and better!" Malfoy muttered behind her.

"Hey guys!" Hermione greeted them, posing in the doorway.

"Hermione!" Dean exclaimed, seeing her in a skirt. "You look fantastic!"

Hermione didn't notice Malfoy roll his eyes behind her. "Thanks," she said politely and noticed Ginny winking at her. Seamus was sitting opposite her, trying to catch Ginny's eye, but she kept ignoring him.

"Malfoy is Head Boy!" Ron exclaimed in a state of shock.

"Yes, can you believe it? I'm gonna have to live with the prat for the rest of the year!" Hermione whined, not caring if Malfoy was standing right behind her.

"Stop whining and deal with it bitch!" he snapped at her, making Hermione turn around in fury.

"Malfoy, shut the fuck up and check their names off the list," she shouted at him.

"I don't take orders from you Granger!" he said dangerously, glaring back in her dark chocolate eyes.

Hermione wanted to punch his face out, but instead she took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a few seconds.

"We'll be right back!" she told her friends, faking a bright smile and shutting the door behind her.

Malfoy had already left for the next compartment but Hermione stopped him.

"Why do you always have to be such an ass?" she asked him.

"Because I can be and your blood is filthy," he stated defiantly, cocking an eyebrow at her.

That little piece of – but then Hermione remembered something Blaise had told her in Valencia and a sly grin appeared on her lips. "Oh come on Malfoy! We both know you don't believe in that pureblood racism anymore. I think sleeping with Anna Kingsley over the summer, a Muggle-born, made it clear to both of us."

Turning on her heel triumphantly, Hermione entered the next compartment, a cunning look on her face. For the third time that day, she had left the arrogant git speechless.

Hermione: 3 Malfoy: 0

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