I woke up at 7 in the morning and hopped in the shower. It took 2 hours to get ready and 30 minutes to get all the way to the station.
"Ok, Love, you're sure you didn't forget anything, right?" My mother asked me.
"Yes Mother. I have everything. You don't have to worry." I gave her a comforting smile.
"Now, about your outfit-" My father started
"Now Dear! Hermione, Love, I think its darling." My Mother cut him off.
"Yes, yes, darling, just wear my jacket. Your- uh…"
"Alright Father, I'll cover up. I'm sorry. I guess I got the wrong size." I laughed, trying to seem innocent.
He gave me his jacket and I slide it on. Who knows? Maybe this will make my outfit even more of a hit with Ron.
After we said our goodbyes, I ran onto Platform 9 and 3 quarters.
"Hermione!" I heard someone call my name. I turned around to see Ginny running towards me. When we reached each other, she hugged me and smiled. "Damn, you look good! Your hair, your clothes! My Lord! It's a whole new you!"
I laughed, "You look amazing too, Ginny."
Ginny was now 3 inches taller than me. Her long red hair as shinny as ever and her beautiful green eyes were brought out by her green tee.
"Boy is Ron going to be a mess when he sees you…" Ginny trailed laughing.
"That was the plan." I grinned
"Oh?" She chuckled, "I wish I could be a fly on the wall when he does. Come on, the train will be taking off in 5 minutes! You still have to find Ron and Harry."
Ginny led my to their compartment then left to sit with her 6th year friends. "Good luck." She whispered in my ear before I opened the door.
I smiled and followed my plan. Opening the door, I greeted them. "Hello, Boys. Not taking the flying car this year, I see."
"Funny. Why don't I put your luggage up and you give me a real greeting." Harry laughed. I hugged him after he stored my luggage and sat down next to Ron.
Harry had changed a lot too. He grew his hair out to his chin, giving him a skater look rather than 'The Chosen One'. Playing Quidditch had given him an amazing toned body, strong enough to lift my suitcase not problem. And that thing was hard for me to pull behind me.
"Hey 'Mione." Ron greeted eyes wide. "You look good."
"Thank you, Ronald." I gave him a dazzling smile, then the train started rolling and we were off.
After an hour of talking about our summers and things we did, I decided it was time to start my brilliant plan. My heart felt like it was floating and I stood up and started taking off my jacket. "Damn, it's hot in here." I mumbled when it was off. I fixed my shirt, making sure my chest was sticking out just enough and my belly button piercing showed. I looked at their reactions. Harry sat there with one eye brow raised and looked straight in my eyes.
"What the fuck?" he mouthed out.
I just smiled and looked over at Ron. He sat there speechless staring at my chest. "Is something the matter, Ronald?" I asked sweetly
"Uh, no, no, of course not." He shifted his position and looked out the window but watching my out of the corner of his eye.
I sat down, not being able to help but smile.
"So, Hermione." Harry started
"Yes?" I looked up at him, still grinning
"When did you get the uhh…"
"Piercing? Oh, I got it yesterday. I was out with some friends and this guy said I would look good with one and made it free so I got one." I lied
"You went into a room with a man you don't even know that- Ugh! Damn it Hermione!" Ron yelled at me, now looking straight into my eyes, "You… He coulda…"
"He could have what, Ronald? You don't think I can take care of myself?" I raised my newly waxed eyebrows
"Not if you go parading around talking to any man who gives you a look, no, I don't!" He screamed, turning as red as his hair
"Yes, and we know I get those so often!" I exclaimed, "And since when do you care, Ronald?"
"Would you stop calling me Ronald?! Bloody hell!!!" He turned his attention back to whatever was out of the window.
"Fine." I stated quietly.
Ron turned to me, both of the boys' eyes wide and mouths agape.
"Hermione, did you…" Harry started
"Just agree with me?" Ron finished
"Yeah. Well, I guess I need to get over that whole "Mother-y attitude" anyways and I mean, I'm your friend, not your mother, right?"
"Yeah…" Ron answered cautiously. "Hermione, are you sick? Do we need to get the nurse or something?"
"No, I'm fine Ron."
"Are you sur-"
"Well, you two finally traded in Granger for a hot girl, huh?" Malfoy's voice laughed from behind me.
I stood and straightened my shirt.
"Oh and she has a nice ass too!" He slapped it, "Why don't you come into my compartment? Something as delicious shouldn't be wasted on losers like them."
Ron started up, ready to punch the living daylights out of Malfoy. I put my hand on his muscular chest. "It's ok." I smiled, and then turned around. "So Malfoy, you're so desperate now that you're turning to mudbloods, huh?"
Malfoy stood dumbfounded, "Granger?"
"The very same. So, unless you want to be hexed out of your mind, I suggest you leave."
"Damn, you're hot." He mumbled as he turned around to leave.
I rolled my eyes and sat back down. "So, where were we?"