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"Mom! Come on! Let's Go!"

"Alright Hermione! Why are you so anxious to go anyway? Its only 8 o'clock."

"I'm just really excited to go back to school. Plus, I'm prefect. I have to get on the train early. "

"Alright then, go wait in the car."

Hermione dashed out of her house with her hair swinging. Hermione had changed a lot. Her hair is now wavy with a beautiful chestnut color complemented by golden hi-lights. It flows down past her shoulders down to her mid-back. She shot up about five inches, making her 5'6" and her figure filled out in all the right places that got a lot of attention from muggle boys. Wearing a white tank top, short jean skirt that reached mid-thigh, and white keds didn't help hide her blossoming figure. This was all topped off with a light layer of lip gloss on her succulent-looking lips.

The trip to King's Cross was uneventful, unlike the years before when she arrived at the station with only two minutes to spare. She laughed at the memories, remembering the first time she met Harry and Ron.

'Oh, how adorable he was, with his hair all over the place, his emerald green eyes sparkling with innocence, and chocolate all over his face. I wish he would look at me the way I do. I love him. '

As she stepped onto platform 9 3/4, she noticed there were many men there, roughly thirty or fourty. They were looking at her suspiciously as if they were deciding if she was a criminal or not. Hermione dropped her eyes from their gaze and continued on towards the back of the train.

She hugged her mom and after a few minutes of saying goodbyes and promises to write, she boarded the train and sat in the usual compartment the trio, as she, Ron, and Harry, were called, sat. She was in the middle of Hogwarts: A History when a man she didn't realize opened the compartment door. When Hermione looked at the doorway, prepared to chastise the person who interrupted her reading, dropped her book in shock. He was handsome. No other word could describe him. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt that showed off his muscular figure. In addition, he wore slightly baggy blue jeans, and black shoes. His hair was very messy and his eyes were green. He looked to be about 6'4" and was tanned very nicely.

'Who is this guy? Transfer student? No. Dumbledore would have told us."

"Hello," Hermione greeted. "I'm Hermione Granger. What's your name?"

He looked slightly confused, which Hermione noticed curiously, then smiled warmly when he extended his hand and said,

"Pleasure to meet you Miss Granger. My name is Harry Potter."

Her jaw dropped to the floor.

"Harry?" she whispered. "Harry!"

She launched her self out of her seat and gave him a bear hug, which he gave back with the same enthusiasm.

"Hey Hermione."

She noticed his voice got much deeper, which made her knees go weak. She noticed how perfectly their bodies match, how they seemed to be made for each other. She looked up and was lost in his beautiful green orbs.

"How was your summer?"

Hermione just stared at him with wide eyes.

"Hermione? Hermione!"

Hermione jerked out of her stupor.

"Huh? Wha?"

"I thought I lost you there for a sec" Harry said with a wink.

Hermione blushed a brilliant red.

"So, how was your summer?" Harry asked.

"Mine was good. Didn't do much except go to my mom and dad's office and help out. Yours?"

"Mine was what was expected in the beginning."

"Dursleys being themselves again?"

"Yeah."

"But you must've done something. You got so.... Big!"

Harry chuckled.

"I was just getting to that. Albus came a week after I came back from school and asked me if I wanted to go into a training regiment designed to enhance my fighting techniques. And for once, I got three satisfying meals a day."

"Dumbledore taught you himself?"

Harry shifted his eyes away.

"Not really. Him and I got into a row after he told me. Some other guy did it."

"Whats his name?"

"Michael Potter."

"Is he.."

"Yeah. Except he came from America and he's thirty years old"

"Oh."

An awkward silence.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked.

"I don't know. I thought I saw him on the train with some blonde girl I didn't recognize."

Then the door burst open.

A familiar red head ran in breathlessly.

"Sorry guys. I was occupied with stuff."

Harry and Hermione shared a look.

"What kind of things?" Harry asked.

Ron's ears turned red.

"Oh you know. Meeting people from our year. Doing that sort of thing. Anyway, they're calling up the prefects now. I wonder who they are."

Hermione burst out of her seat.

"Oh no! I totally forgot about it." Hermione screamed and ran out of the compartment.

"Very strange that girl," muttered Ron.

"I have to go to the bathroom Ron. I'll be right back."

"Ok Harry."

TBC