Dear Diary,
Last night I kissed Draco! Then he kissed me back! We sort of fought, but he said we could talk after we get unstuck. I think he might like me. I really like him. He makes me feel good. I wonder if it's just a crush. I haven't really known him that long, the real him. We always have a good time together. I feel like such a stupid girly girl when I write in my diary. I think I sort of like it.
Hermione Granger
The rest of the school week was pretty uneventful. Hermione and Draco managed to get through all right. Hermione never quite got enough study time and Draco longed for quidditch. Saturday was the first Hogsemeade trip of the year, but Draco and Hermione opted not to go. Hermione managed to transfigure a little TV that worked on magic, so she and Draco watched Pirates of the Caribbean. Draco liked it all right, but thought it was odd that muggles were so afraid of ghosts.
That evening, they joined the Slytherin table for dinner. Hermione had become well acquainted with Draco's housemates. Crabbe and Goyle weren't as stupid as everyone made out, just a bit slow. Surprisingly they were taking advanced Ancient Runes and Hermione enjoyed talking to them about it. Pansy was all right too. Definitely not stupid, but she preferred lipstick to homework. Hermione wouldn't really bother with anyone accept Blaise. He was Draco's closest mate. Hermione found his shy, smart, and kind character even more appealing than his dark good looks. If Hermione had to compare him to anybody it would be Harry. Blaise had the jet-black hair (Long enough to fall in his eyes), the green eyes (You could see them better because he didn't wear glasses), and the seekers body (He was Draco's sub in and co-captain).
"How was the trip?" asked Draco as he sat down, pulling Hermione onto his lap.
"Oh yes," said Hermione grabbing some potatoes off the plate in front of her, "You must tell us."
"The Weasley joke shop was by far the most crowded," said Blaise, "But heir new products are amazing."
"Absolutely brilliant." Said Crabbe.
"Oh Hermione," said Pansy, reaching into her bag, "I brought you something," She handed Hermione a book and a bag of Honkeyduke's chocolate.
"Thanks Pansy, I," Hermione looked at the book, "Oh no."
"Oh yes," said Pansy, "You could learn a lot from that book. Every witch in Hogwarts has one and as a sane person I cannot let you go on without one."
Draco grabbed the book and read the title, "The Beauty of Magic; a complete witch's guide to looking your best" He laughed, and laughed, and laughed some more, until Hermione hit him in the head.
"Idiot," she called him.
After dinner, the heads went to the Gryffindor common room for a visit. Hermione sat on the couch between Draco and Ginny. Harry and Ron sat at a table that was positioned in front of Draco. While the guys were immersed in a game of chess Hermione chatted with Ginny.
"So, do you have one of those new beauty books?" asked Hermione.
"Yes I do, everyone does," said Ginny, "Oh my God! You do have one don't you? I should have picked one up for you. I'm so sorry, I"
"Pansy got me one Gin, calm down." Said Hermione, "I was just wondering why she would get me one. We're not good friends or anything. Do I look so horrible?" Hermione asked Ginny, "I know I don't spend enough time on makeup and stuff, but I didn't think I looked that bad."
I suppose it is now the time when I must describe Hermione's appearance. She is 5'6" and weighs 135 pounds. Her hair is long and more wavy than bushy. She has nice curves; a C cup and proportional hips. Her large brown eyes sparkle and all that jazz. She is pretty, but wears baggy clothes and usually lets her robe hide her figure.
"No Hermione! Not at all!" said Ginny, "Pansy probably sees what I see; a pretty young woman who hides her good looks."
"I don't mean to," said Hermione.
"I know," said Ginny with a smile, "Just read the book. You might even find it interesting."
Hermione and Ginny then watched Draco beat Harry three times in a row. This pleased Draco to no ends. After leaving the common room, Hermione and Draco reviewed their plan for tomorrow's prefect meeting. Then they went to bed. Draco decided to read while Hermione wrote in her diary.
Dear Diary,
I've considered myself to be friends with Draco ever since this summer, but I really didn't know that much about him or his family. I learned recently that Voldemort murdered his father when he broke into Azkaban the night of the final battle. His mom was so grief stricken that she committed suicide. Today there was an article in the paper about the remaining Deatheaters. One was just caught, so there are four in Azkaban and two who are in hiding. I know Bellatrix is in Azkaban, but I'm not about anyone else.
Hermione Granger
When Hermione was sure Draco was asleep she whispered, "Accio book bag" and pulled out her new book.
"You're not really reading that, are you?" said Draco with his eyes still closed.
"Yes, I am," said Hermione.
"Why?" asked Draco as he opened his eyes.
"If you must know, Ginny told me I hide my good looks and no one else can tell how pretty I am. And I sort of agree with her, I guess." Said Hermione.
"I don't" said Draco.
"You're calling me ugly?" asked Hermione.
"No, I just think Ginny's wrong,"
Hermione looked at him in a totally confused way.
Draco whispered in her ear, "I can tell how beautiful you are. I noticed way back in the fourth year. Only idiots like Weasley and Potter could miss something so obvious."
"Hermione gave Draco a big hug, "Thank you"
After that, Draco went back to sleep and Hermione read the whole book.
The next morning, when Hermione woke up, she felt like a different person. She wanted to look good. When she got dressed, she made a few alterations to her uniform. Her skirt got a few inches shorter and her robe a few sized smaller. Her blouse was unbuttoned two buttons and her tie hung loosely around her neck.
She took a bit longer in front of the mirror than usual. She applied some brown eyeliner, a little mascara, and some shiny lip-gloss. She also did a charm that would make her lipstick stay on all day, even through meals. She wore her hair down and charmed it to be a little wavier.
Every guy in Hogwarts noticed the difference. Hermione's long legs looked longer, her curves fuller, and her face glowed. Draco was on the receiving end of many envious stares that morning.
"Hi guys," Hermione greeted her friends at the breakfast table.
"Oh Merlin," said Ron, "What happened to you?"
Hermione glared at him.
"What he means is," said Harry, "You look wonderful,"
"Thank you," said Hermione.
Ron was staring at Hermione. Ginny came up and sat down next to Hermione and Draco.
"Good morning Hermione," she said.
Ron stared at her.
"What?" Asked Ginny, "I always knew she was pretty."
"Then how come you never told us?" asked Ron.
"Because you're a moron," said Ginny, "A moron with a girlfriend."
Hermione got many compliments during her morning classes. She felt good, but couldn't help but wonder why Draco hadn't said anything about her new look. In fact, he had been rather quiet today.
During lunch they sat with the Slytherins. Pansy kept going on and on about how great Hermione looked and giving herself a lot of credit for it. Crabbe and Goyle complimented her and then asked for advice on a charms project. All through lunch Hermione felt eyes on her and every time she looked up, Blaise was staring pointedly at his food. Draco stayed silent, but the few times Hermione looked at him he was scowling.
The rest of the day was uneventful, yet tiring. They had the first prefects meeting of the year and it was very boring. A room of younger students all bickering about how the patrol schedules were unfair.
"But I have a date that night…"
"But that is when I study…"
"I don't have time to patrol…"
The two heads returned to their dormitory with slight headaches.
"Draco what is up with you?" asked Hermione who had been bursting to ask him that all day.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
"You've barley said a world all day and have been glaring at everyone. What's wrong?"
"I don't have a clue what you're talking about."
At that moment an owl pecked on the window in their bedroom. Draco charmed it open and the bird gave Hermione a small note.
"What does it say?" asked Draco being very nosy.
"Are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" she asked.
"No" said Draco.
"Fine," she said handing Draco the note, "Then my reply will be yes."
Draco read the note. It was from Blaise who apparently wanted to go on a date with Hermione.
"No you can't," said Draco who was sitting on the couch with Hermione's feet on his lap.
"Oh," said Hermione, "And why can't I?"
"Because," said Draco, "He only likes you because of your new looks. That's why he didn't ask you out before."
"I don't care," said Hermione, "I want to go on a date."
"Oh come on," said Draco, "He's ugly!"
"You're stupid," said Hermione. She grabbed her bag off the floor and was searching for a quill, when Draco spoke up.
"Look," he said, "I really like you as more than a friend and I want to date you after this curse comes off. Please don't date Blaise?"
"Okay" said Hermione.
Draco stares at her, "Wow, that was easy!"
"Oh shut up,"
"No, really," said Draco, "I would have expected that you'd still want to date Blaise. He is a good guy."
"So are you," said Hermione.
"So you don't like him?" asked Draco.
"Of course not," said Hermione, "I like you."
"That's good to know," said Draco.
"I need a shower," said Hermione.
"Yeah," said Draco, "I suppose we can't put it off any longer."
"So…" Hermione blushed, "How exactly are we going to go about this?"
"How about swimsuits in the bathtub?" said Draco.
"Sounds good,"
They went into the bathroom and Draco transfigured his clothes into swimming trunks. Hermione transfigured her clothes into a one-piece bathing suit.
"Oh come on," said Draco, "You're not going to get clean in that. Besides I've already seen you in your knickers."
"You said you had your eyes closed!" shrieked Hermione.
Draco transfigured her suit into a bikini, wrapped his arms around her waist, and jumped into their huge bathtub. It was a very relaxing bath for the both of them. Hermione particularly enjoyed Draco washing her hair. Afterwards they changed into pajamas and sat down at the bench to do some homework. After only a few minutes there was a knock on the door. A second later and the two heads were seated on a couch facing a very grim looking Dumbledore.
"I'm afraid I have some very bad news, but first I have a confession to make," said the Headmaster, "I was the one who put you under this spell."
"You son of a…" Hermione slapped her hand over Draco's mouth.
"Why?" asked Hermione.
"I thought it might be a good idea to promote inner-house friendships," said Dumbledore, "What do you think?"
"I think you're a cold hearted son of a…" Hermione slapped her hand over Draco's mouth again.
"I think there should be at least ten feet between the participants," said Hermione, "I don't put people who absolutely hate each other together. We don't want any bloodshed."
"Well I suppose you would like me to remove it now?"
"Yes, I'd think you better you son of a…" once again Hermione's hand muffled the end of Draco's sentence.
"Yes please."
"Now, Miss Granger, if you could excuse us, I have something I must discuss with Mr. Malfoy in private"
Hermione went into her bedroom and started to reflect on her time stuck to Draco.
After a few minutes, Draco wandered in, looking almost dazed.
"What did he say?" asked Hermione.
Draco looked at her incredulously, "My father is alive."