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Chapter 1: Summer of Changes

Hermione Jane Granger came back different. Everyone knew, her parents, her muggle friends and even herself. She couldn't go back to the life she used to have. She couldn't fool herself. That day when her friends betrayed her something inside her woke up from a deep sleep.

Beep…Beep…Beep…

A tan hand stuck out from under the covers and hit the 'Snooze' button on the clock. Hermione groaned when the sun streeming into her room from the window hit her face.

"Hermione!" a sweet voice called from downstairs. It's too early in the morning for this kind of shit.

Putting her pillow over her head she tried to block the sound of her mother's voice but it kept of coming. "Are you up yet darling?"

Finally giving up, she replied, "Yes mom!" Dragging her body out of bed she made her way slowly to her bathroom.

No one would recognize her when she came back for 7th year. Looking at her reflection she saw a 5"9' girl with curves all in the right places. Sleek and shinny black hair going down until mid-back and chocolate eyes with a hint of light red inside of them. Her eyes were a perfect combination, making them her best attribute.

And unlike her body just a few months ago she would have saw a girl, 5"2' with no curves and a flat chest. Also with light brown bushy hair and chocolate eyes.

Making her way back to the bedroom, she smiled. She loved her bed. It was a queen, with a canopy. Her sheets were green with silver and black trim. Running her hand over the silk, she made her way towards her walk-in closet.

Picking out a silver mini skirt, a dark purple spagetti-strap top, and some heels, she was almost ready. Grabbing silver hoop earrings, her emerald ring and silver braclets. Waving her hand over her face, her makeup was finished. A tint of pink on her cheeks, lip gloss making her lips sweeter, and smoky eyeshadow completed the outfit.

"Mom, I going shopping." Hermione shouted coming down the stairs.

"Call if you need anything."

"She's getting more powerful," the young man said in his dark office. He was drinking in the knowledge. "Draco Malfoy!"

With a pop, the young blond came into the room with an angery emotion plastered on his face.

"I can't just be called like a dog!" he screached until he saw who had called him. Fear filled his eyes like fire. "My lord." He bent forward on his knees.

"Do you know who Hermione Granger is?" Tom Riddle, aka Voldemort questioned, turning around with his red eyes to see his follower.

"The mudblood, yeah I know who she is."

"Don't call her that!" Voldemort shouted raising his arm, strangling Draco.

"I a-m so-rry," Draco gasped out trying to breathe. He dropped to the ground as his master let him go.

"You're forgiven." He forgave, not having the time to argue.

"Thank you. What do you need to me to do?" Draco wanted to please his master, and when he interacted with the brunette she seemed 'ok'.

"I want you to befriend her, be nice to her and woo her to this side."

"May I ask why my lord?" Voldemort sat down, crossing his arms on his desk.

"Take a seat, Draco." he said, pushing the chair under his legs, knocking him over. "A couple months ago a new prophecy was discovered. The princess will be hurt, revenge will be seeked, love will be born and darkness will rule. Hermione fits the describtion. So, you know what to do?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Then leave," he said with the way of his hand. "She is shopping today. That's were you will make contact. But do not upset her, she will run."

And with another pop, Draco left. Leaning back into his chair, he was lost in a dream.

After leaving with his talk with Lord Voldemort, Draco headed towards the Leaky Cultron, when he stopped abruptly. Something delicious caught his view.

A woman around the age of 17 was strolling past windows, peeking inside eash shop, hoping for an item to draw her in. She was dressed in a silver skirt, and a purple top, coerceing any guy to halt.

Picking up his feet, he went by her, 'accidently' bumping into her making her bags to go falling onto the ground.

"Damn!" she muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry," Draco apologised. Once they were done picking up her bags, the turned to eachother. Her jaw droppen open.

"Draco Malfoy…"

"How do you know my name?" he asked, gaping at the girl. She seemes familiar. "Hermione!"

"Finally! I thought people who get accepted to Hogwarts were actually smart. I guess they just wanted your daddy's money. I don't see why when he is evil, and will go to Azkaban to die." She stated, the red standing out more in here eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey," Draco defended holding his hands up. "I'm not doing anything."

"Sorry," she replied with a distast in her voice.

"Do you want to get some coffee?"

"Is Draco Malfoy asking me, Hermione Granger out?"

"No."

"Ok." Her voice got quiter, "I just wanted to thank you for what you did."

"Don't worry about it." Draco shurgged it off. He couldn't show weakness, it would make him feeble.

"No, it is big. I know you don't like me and everything but you helped me when I needed it, even if you were asked. I hit rock bottom, and you were the one to pick my up. So, I thank you." There, that was Draco's ticket to her heart. It was wide open, and he could be let in. Nobody better mess this up.

"Coffee?"

"Sure," she answered with a smile on her face. Going to the café across the street, they found seats.

"So, what happened?" was the question he asked once they got their drinks.

"What do you mean?"

"About you, what happened?" he asked again, taking a sip of his hot coffee. "I mean I didn't see you on the train going home."

"All I remember was that when they did that to me something in me snapped or was awakened. I felt rage, and a feeling I didn't really in a long time ever since my dad," she explained. "I was in the hospital wing, I think I threw Dumbledore out of my room, and then the feeling got more powerful," she continued. Draco noticed things in the café were rising. "I woke up a few days later at my house in my room. That's all I remember." Draco nodded; the silverwear and other items were now all on the table. She must have done that but she never noticed.

Just then the doors opened, and in walked Blaise, Draco's best friend and a few other Slytherins followed, including Pansy. They nodded at Draco and looked down with disgust at Hermione.

"Drakie!" Pansy Parkinson greeted. Her voice cracked some glasses. Hermione couldn't see why people put up with her. She wasn't that pretty. Blond hair, blue eyes, nothing special. "What are you doing with mudblood?" she asked sitting on his lap.

Draco saw out of the corner of his eye Hermione flinch, when she heard mudblood. Her memories are haunting her.

"We're just having coffee. Wait, how did you know it was Hermione?"

"I knew it was her. Even with all of her spells on her, I knew." She looked at Hermione. "Are you lonely? Even Harry and Ron didn't want you, why would we?"

The wind started picking up. Draco snapped his head in the direction of Hermione. Her eyes were reder almost her whole eye was red. Just like Voldmort's.

"LEAVE!!!" Pansy screamed. I wonder why Hermione hasn't attacked Pansy. She's showing dark magic signs.

Tears filling Hermione's now red eyes. Instead of rage, it's turning into pain or sadness. I wonder why…

Her bags disappeared. Draco called out, "Wait!" But he was too late. She was gone…