Disclaimer: You read it in the last chapter I'm not writing it again.
Chapter 3: Her Aura
Hermione roughly shoved the neglected letters off her four poster bed and began to laugh insanely as they scattered across the velvet floor. Oh how they'd never know, never guess. She imagined boarding the Hogwarts Express and seeing their looks of astonishment as they took in her black hair and heavy eyeliner. Ginny would dye of jealousy and Harry and Ron's mouths would drop like a ton of bricks…
She was just starting to drift off to sleep when there was a loud tapping at her window. " What the freaking hell is that noise!" noticing it was an owl with another letter Hermione let out a "ugh! Stupid potter and the stupid weasels can't they take a freaking hint?"
She snatched the letter from the owl and in return, the intrusive owl pecked her sharply on the hand causing her to bleed, then the owl flew off. Hermione, who'd been shouting abusively in the in the owls direction suddenly stopped and as if in a trance gazed at the heady crimson liquid leaving a trail down her wrist and falling gracefully to the floor, the letter lay unobtrusively forgotten.
Slowly Hermione brought wound to her lips and carefully, tentatively, she licked at it. As soon as the crimson liquid surrounded her taste buds she felt a sudden sense of joy, as if it were only her and this delicious substance that mattered in the entire world, no the entire universe! But as quickly as the trance overcame her, it left her leaving her to contemplate a joy of blood that was foreign to everyone she knew.
Enough of this!
Picking up the letter Hermione noticed that it most definantly was not from her "friends", it was from Hogwarts and it was heavy. She quickly scanned the letter, which informed her that she was head girl, no surprise there, and from the envelope she discovered a shiny head girl badge. Just as she was fingering it, a dinner bell rang.
Dinner somewhere around 9pm:
"How was your day love?" her mother enquired.
Hermione knew she couldn't tell her mother in front of Boris and his 'cough' employees about acquiring the title of head so instead she just smirked and replied,
"Fine, and how did your clients enjoy you today mum? Give them a good Fuck? Did you-" Boris cut her off.
"Enough Hermione I will not tolerate you speaking of you mothers work in such a disrespective tone, the fact is she helps keep those clothes on that gorgeous body of yours, the one that you should be earning your keep with".
One of Boris's sluts decided now would be a good time to poke her nose into Hermione's business. " Why does she get to lap up all our luxurious without working Boris? It isn't fair. We do all the hard work while she gets whatever she wants, she's a spoilt bitch!"
"It is true, and Hermione will be of age next vacation to work here. However, it is Julia's (Hermione's mother) decision. If Hermione doesn't end up working here when she becomes of age, Julia will loose half her income though, because it will have to pay Hermione's part of the rent, so what have you to say on the matter Julia?"
Julia lifted a scared face towards her 'husband' and looked him directly in the eye. Without hesitation, without even so much of a glance at her daughter's rigid face, Julia cursed Hermione with those next few words; "She will begin working when she comes home from school next vacation.
Hermione's glare at her mother was truly poison. With one swift movement she had cleared herself away from the heavy wooden oak table in front of her and crossed to her mother's side. She studied Julia's face and remembered how she'd once loved it. How she loved gazing into those tender brown eyes, full of loving warmth. With such adoration Hermione had held her close, running her fingers through her mothers soft curls. Once Hermione had take refuge within this petite frame, been protected within these arms. But never again.
" I loved you" Nastily Hermione spat in her mother's face and slowly, defiantly exited the usually hushed room. Without undressing she got into bed and fell into a restless sleep.
Next morning
Hermione woke up early, about 7am and jumped in the shower. Today the train was leaving 9am sharp and although she was all packed; it would take her at least an hour and a half to get ready. After washing her thick hair and fanatically scrubbing herself clean (comes from living in a whore house) She quickly got out of the shower and dried herself off, leaving the towel on the floor and walking naked into her room.
Sitting in front of the vanity, Hermione began to apply her make up. Pale foundation, pale powder, and no blush. Heavy black eyeliner and mascara, and a dab on reddish lipstick on her bottom lip to emphasize the color and shape.
Her outfit was a black tank top and tight fitting black jeans with a long black cloak-like jacket. On top of the jeans she wore knee high lace up high heel black boots. She left her hair out, cascading about her shoulders.
Eventually she made it to platform nine and three quarters.
She arrived just on time and made an elaborate dive onto the train. The platform was empty because everyone was on board. Straight away she made way for the head boy and girl carriage, her shiny badge pinned somewhat untastfully to her jacket. She walked with a deliberate step and held her head high, well aware of her male admirers and jealous rivals. Once she reached the heard carriage she ducked her head in acknowledgement of the low whistles directed at her.
Closing the door behind her, she turned around the first thing she saw was a very hot, very male Draco Malfoy.
"My lord Granger what the hell happened to you? You've grown, you've got, big-"
"Grow up Malfoy they're called boobs"
"No, your face, your hair-"
"Is great? Oh please, take a picture it will last longer"
Oh my god what a dweeb just because he's grown even more hot over the summer doesn't mean he's grown UP
As Hermione unleashed a small chuckle her upper lift raised just a tinsy bit. High enough to see her rather abnormally large fangs. Suddenly a look of recognition appeared on Malfoy's face…
Authors note: Dun Dun Dun what the hell's going on with Hermione and her big teeth. Lol don't worry I heard from someone fangs were sexy. Anyway I promised a longer chapter and here it is! Yay, I have 3 reviewers, I'd lie to make it 4 though. Oh and just to let you know, I have twists galore ready for this storage, but if you have any ideas you'd like to share, feel free to send them to me with your review. I love my 3 reviewers! And who likes Hermione's new look?