"Yes it's me; do you have a problem with that?" Hermione crossed her arms tightly across her chest and looked up into his eyes hesitantly.
Draco watched as she retreated into herself, all the anger and fire in her eyes quickly disappearing. He felt his shock gradually fading, and Draco began to realize that even if this was the mudblood, she was looking awfully good. Gone was the bushy hair and loose fitting clothes, replaced with lustrous locks and a style that he really appreciated.
Draco himself had changed over the summer; with his father out of the picture he had done a lot of thinking. He realized that he didn't want to serve some maniac who would use him to achieve his own means and not think twice to kill him. Mrs. Malfoy had been relieved to learn that her son wouldn't follow the same path as Lucius, and although Draco's hatred of all things muggle hadn't disappeared he had lost most of his prejudice towards muggle borns.
He locked eyes with her and spoke "No, I think you look great and I couldn't care less that you're a mud- I mean muggle born. What happened to you? I must say this look suits you very well." he smirked and intentionally looked her body up and down.
Hermione blushed and looked down. She had gone to visit her American cousin that summer, and had taken advantage of her time there to do a makeover. She got her hair cut into layers, and went shopping with her cousin. They visited a piercing shop where she picked up the holes in her ear, and also a stud in her nose. Her attitude had been through a major revolution as well; no longer was Hermione a shy bookworm. She had found that she no longer desired to follow her parents plan for her life and she decided she would be her own person from then on. Hermione turned her gaze on Draco and tried to imitate his smirk.
"Thank you very much Draco, you're looking ravishing your self," she had to keep herself from bursting out in laughter as she raked her eyes over his body. Hermione stepped towards Draco and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her hands softly caressed the back of his neck, and she leaned her head forward. His eyes widened as she closed her eyes and moved in.
She hesitated and he moved his lips forward quickly to meet her halfway, their mouths crashing together roughly. They were lost in the swirling emotions, a rush of feelings that neither of them had ever felt before. It was like they were connected at the mouth, the only things keeping each other alive and they struggled to hold each other tighter. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, and she almost moaned out loud. This was like a dream, a fantasy. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pushed her back against the wall. The jarring feeling shook her out of her lust clouded mind, and she pulled away from him and struggled out of his grasp.
"I can't do this." Hermione shook her head and stepped away from him. "I just can't."
"What are you talking about? That was amazing." Draco purred, out of breath from desire. He walked towards her, but she shook her head no. She turned and ran down the hall, just as she had been doing before she ran into him.
