This is so great! Hermione thought. Not only do I have to chaperone the field trip, but we have to share a tent together. Hermione walked back to the Hogwarts express, the 7th years in tow. Ron ran up to her.
"Hey Hermes. So you want to share a tent with me and Harry or are you going to share one with the girls?" Ron asked looking hopeful.
Hermione turned to him and frowned. "Sorry Ron I have to share a tent with Malfoy. You know Dumbledore's orders." Ron's ears turned redder than his ears and he stormed off muttering what sounded like' Stupid git' and 'trying to take my woman' Hermione thought of what Ron had said but was taken out of her thoughts by a very annoying voice.
"Just because you're sharing a tent with my man Mudblood doesn't mean you can have him. Watch where you put your hands, because if I find them on him, you will pay." Parkinson sneered. And ran towards Malfoy who was a few steps ahead of her. She grabbed his arm and he pulled away from her, a disgusted look on his face. Hermione smiled to herself. Yeah he rather have my hands on him then yours pug face. Then she realized what she was thinking. No way would she ever put her hands on him in the first place. Yeah but I wouldn't mind him putting his hands all over me! She mentally slapped herself at the thought and continued walking towards the Hogwarts Express. Climbing aboard, she bumped into someone and they both fell over. Hermione went to get up and looked at the person she had fell on. It was Malfoy. There faces were a few inches apart and they were getting closer and closer. As their lips were about to touch, Hermione came to her senses and turned her head to the side, so he kissed her cheek instead.
She pulled herself up and walked away like nothing had happened. Malfoy was still on the floor, thinking of what he just did. Damn. Now she thinks I have feelings for her. He got up and smoothed out his robes. What was I thinking? Letting the Mudblood get that close to me. He walked away and tried to get the picture of her face staring into his out of his mind, but that didn't happen.
Hermione walked in the Heads compartment thinking about what she had almost done. What if she had kissed Malfoy? Would there have been anything between them? No! Of course not. They were enemies and that's what they will always be. Hermione sat there for a few minutes pondering over the thought. She finally got the thought out of her head and started to think of how she was going to control everybody. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs would be no problem, but the Gryffindors and Slytherins were going to be impossible to control. After thinking of how impossible it would be to control the Slytherins, seeing as they only thought of her as a filthy Mudblood, she decided to get help from Malfoy. No matter how much she hated him and he her, they had to work together or every girl in 7th year would end up getting pregnant . The compartment door opened and Malfoy walked In. speak of the devil! she thought.
"Look Malfoy, I know you hate me and I hate you, but we are going to have to work together or else every girl in our 7th year is going to get pregnant." she said, trying to act as nothing had happened between the two, as Malfoy sat down across from her. Malfoy nodded and pulled out a magazine called," Play Wizard" Hermione didn't know what the magazine was about but she had a feeling that it was very much alike the muggle magazine," Play Boy" She looked at him, disgusted. The she noticed what he was wearing. He had changed out of his wizard's robes and into some black slacks and a white muscle shirt. His torso was so muscular, she pictured herself running her hands up his chest. You could see his chest slowly moving up and down as he breathed in and out. She saw his bare, muscular arms and pictured her body against his. She couldn't help moan a little. Malfoy put down his magazine and looked at Hermione. She was looking him up and down and he thought her heard her let out a moan.
He looked at her. She had also changed out of her robes and into some hip huggers and a small black t-shirt that said Hottie in red letters. Malfoy had to admit that she had grown over the summer. Her breasts were more filled out and she had very nice curves on her. Her shirt matched her black and red hair. It suited her for some reason. He noticed that she was still looking at his body and she didn't notice that he was staring at her also. He decided to break the silence before things got out of hand. "Like what you see Mudblood?" He said with a smirk. She snapped out of her trance. And looked up at him. Man does he look sexy or what?
"As a matter of fact I do!" she said with a seductive smile. Malfoy's eyes grew wide in shock and she clamped her hands over her mouth. Did I just say that out loud? "I didn't mean to say that. It was an accident!" she explained still shocked at herself for even thinking that about him.
"Sure whatever you say Mudblood." He said getting up and heading for the door. That was it, Hermione had enough of him calling her a Mudblood. She jumped up from her seat and pushed him against the window of the train.
"Never, and I mean Never call me a Mudblood again or I'll make your life a living hell." she said as anger filled her eyes. Malfoy was shocked at her sudden outburst . He smirked at her and asked,
"Is that a threat Granger?" he asked not daring to call her Mudblood.
"No Malfoy. That's a promise!" With that she released him and ran out of the compartment. Malfoy sat there bewildered. So Granger does have a wild side! he thought to himself.Hermione could not believe what she had just done. She was kind of proud of herself though. Hermione promised herself that she wasn't going to let Malfoy put her down ever again. Because she would keep her promise.
She checked all the compartments and made sure everybody was behaving. When she came to one compartment she saw something that would certainly not be allowed at Hogwarts. There was Pansy Parkinson making out with Blaise Zabini. It looked like it was going to be more than just making, in a minute. She was just about to stop them, when she thought to herself. Why stop them? Let them have their fun. They can deal with the consequences later. If she told they would just call her a goody to shoes. And she didn't want to be called that anymore. Hermione wanted to be the girl that her muggle friends knew. The wild and crazy Hermione, that no one in the Wizarding knew. Pretty soon they would know the Wild and crazy Hermione that she had been hiding from the Wizarding World for 6 years. Tonight when they got to the island, and everyone wanted to party, she would party with them, just like she does every Friday and Saturday night during the summer.