Unexpected Changes
Disclaimer: nothing here belongs to me because Harry Potter and Inc belong to J.K. Rowling. Look at me wailing because I don't own Draco Malfoy's tight ass (all though I like him better when he's a bad boy)
Summary: Watch out; step back, because Hermione's back at Hogwarts for her 7th year. Scream in horror and run away because the new Hermione's (slightly) more evil than before. Watch in wonder as our new-and-improved Hermione deals with everyday problems in her own way. Some chapters rated M, most rated T.
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Chapter 3:
Hermione jumped out of the carriage before helping Ginny out with a flourish of her hand. Ginny giggled and took her hand before jumping down. She giggled even harder when she saw the boys arrive, bending over each other as they gasped for air. Ginny and Hermione turned their backs on them as they walked into the Entrance Hall, seemingly deaf for the cries of, "Wait! Wait for us!"
Ron and Harry looked with anticipation at their plates as Hermione and Ginny rolled their eyes. "Guys, you know the food appears after the sorting, right?" Hermione dryly said as she picked some linen off of her blouse. Her eyes drifted away as the familiar conversation of Quidditch took place. She knew she should pay attention sorting, but even she was just human. She vaguely clapped when her table did while she looked at the other tables. Which meant the Slytherin table, focusing on Draco Malfoy. His grey eyes looked at the table while he tapped his fingers in boredom. He nodded blankly while Pansy Parkinson chattered to him inanely before looking up, connecting his eyes with her. His eyes widened before narrowing and looking away. She frowned her brow as she thought what that had meant.
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After leading the First Years to their dormitories, she exhaustedly went to her own Head Room. This was where the Head Boy and Girl shared a common room with their own rooms branching off. As she stood before a large portrait of a small girl sitting down in the grass, her hair floating in the gentle breeze, she held her breath as she imagined what it could look like. She whispered the password Evolution to the portrait and looked curiously as the portrait swung open. She clapped her hands to her mouth at the sight before her. Like the Gryffindor Common Room, it was big and spacious, with a fire at the center and two chairs around it. But it also had bookshelves and two desks. Not to mention the two enormous windows with green curtain, which could open to a balcony that surveyed the Quidditch field. Most of the wood was dark, while the walls were painted a goldfish yellow. And in one of the squishy armchairs was Draco, making the perfect picture with a book in his lap and some tea. He looked up before smiling gently and gesturing to the other armchair. Hermione took a breath (she had been in need of one) and warily inched her way to the armchair. She plopped herself into the armchair and summoned some tea.
Draco coughed politely and held up a tray of sweets, which Hermione gracefully accepted.
He smiled a smile that didn't reach his eyes before saying, "The train incident never happened. Do not approach me anymore"
Hermione's suddenly nerveless fingers let her teacup fall to the floor. "What?" she asked blankly.
Draco stood up angrily and shouted, "I don't have a weakness, mudblood! Shut up and leave me alone!" He stormed away, throwing his teacup angrily in the fireplace.
Her shocked eyes followed his path to his own bedroom, her eyes filling with tears as she dropped to the ground, yelling, "Nooooo!"
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Hermione's eyes opened suddenly, and in a whip, she was sitting up. Her breathing was harsh and she put a hand on her chest to stop the fast beating of her heart.
"It… it was only a dream," she muttered, running her hand through her hair. She rubbed her eyes and grabbed her alarm clock, groaning as she saw the time. 5 o'clock. And today was the first of September. She punched her pillow and let her head fall back.
She sighed. "I'm never going to get back to sleep" she muttered disappointingly and swept back her baby blue covers. Her feet touched the cold floor and she almost yelped, but after a few searching moments, her toes found her slippers and she welcomingly shoved her feet into them. Her feet made soft pitter-patter noises as she walked down the hallway, past her bathroom, past her parent's room, and down the stairs. Her pupils had become large and she could now see a bit better in the darkness, but she still gripped her hand on the wooden banister. One, two, three, four, she silently counted off, jumping the ninth step which always tended to creak, and down the next 5 steps.
Once her feet told her that she was on the ground, she carefully let go of the banister before inching her way to the kitchen. There she flicked on a light, and opened a cupboard over her head to get the tea. She carefully filled the water boiler before turning it on, then getting a mug and dropping a "Lady Gray" tea bag in it.
She then grabbed a chair and sat in it, mulling things over… like her dream. It had been such a weird dream. First of all, when ever remembered her dreams, and when she did, it was something absurd, like Hermione falling into some jello. Thos feeling she had felt so real… the betrayal, the pain, and that underlying current of something foreign… she didn't know how to put it in words. But why dream of Draco Malfoy? She didn't get it. She was in love with Ron! It must have been something bad in the mushrooms from last night…
Hermione almost didn't hear the water boiler shut itself off. She absent-mindedly poured the hot water in her mug and put the teabag in the garbage. She sat again and let the mug rest in her hands as she thought some more about her dreams. 'I just have this ominous feeling about tomorrow… I mean today,' she thought to herself. She shrugged, as if trying to clear the air, and slowly started sipping her tea, mentally rolling things over concerning last year.
'Last year had been so hectic. The horcruxes, Dumbledore's death… I can't help but wonder if Dumbledore is really dead. No one has found his body and Snape is no where to be found. He can't really be dead, can he? I mean… he's always known to keep a few tricks hidden up his sleeve. Let's just be thankful he specifically instructed Harry to continue his education. And Snape? Could he actually have killed the only person dear to him?' Hermione sighed and put her mug in the sink, mentally reminding herself to clean it up tomorrow.
Her feet now walked a little slower, dragged a little more as she went upstairs to her bedroom. 'Tea always helps' she thought satisfied as she let herself fall on her bed, too weary to pull the covers over her. Her eyelids dropped fast as she rolled over, a small smile playing on her face as she fell asleep, dreaming sweet nothings
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AN: Wahahaahaa! I am so evil. I reread my chapters and then noticed it was becoming one of those smooch romantic things. I don't want it to move fast… I want them to battle themselves first.