Chapter Seven

Someone discovers

Hermione manuvered the lollipop around her mouth with her tongue. She knew Hogmeade had lollipops too, but she didn't really like them. A lifetime of sugarfree pops had tainted her.

She shifted the books in her arms, humming songs from Jesus Christ Super Star. Her parents had taken her to see it over the summer break. They had drove into London to see it. She had liked it so much her parents had bought her the CD. Her parents sometimes didn't know how to handle their daughter. She was special. Even in grade school they had been able to tell that. She learned faster than everyone else, finishing the exercises faster than anyone else in the class.

She had first known she was a witch when she acidentally straightened her teeth. Her parents had been talking that she would need braces soon. She hadn't wanted to be a braceface, especially not going into the new school that had accepted her. She would have been with students closer to her intellectual level. Still, all schools have the outcasts and Hermione knew that braces would automatically deem her one.

Her parents had told her she would only have to wear them for a few months, but Hermione had disliked the idea of even a few days. So that night she had gone to sleep knowing that unless a miracle happened, she would be getting the braces the very next morning.

Sure enough a miracle happened. When her mother put her in the chair, an owl tapped the glass of the window. Her mother had taken the letter with a stoic grace that Hermione admired.

Naturally she was estatic. Not only did she not have to suffer braces, but she also got to study magic. As usual, she studied diligently and by the time she got to classes, she was already prepared to pass every class without even trying.

Still, much as she liked regular school, she also wanted to go on to university after this. Lately she had been studying up on math and literature. Hogwart's library was by no means the best equiped to self teach yourself highschool basics.

Hermione nodded to the Librarian and walked to the shelves, putting back the book on advanced Calculus. She returned to the literature section. She placed Chaucer and Ben Johnson back on the shelves. She moved down further, replacing Spenser, Sidney and Moliere. She liked Moliere the best and paused in his small section. THey had a fair deal of his works. She pulled out the Hypochondriac and The School for Women.

By chance, she happened to look through the small gap they created.

Draco Malfoy led a brunette into the shelves across from her. She couldn't get a clear look at the brunette and tried to think of who it could be. Lavender had died her hair yet again. Could be her.

Draco smiled genuinely and Hermione was intrigued. Who did he like enough to smile at like that?

"This private enough?" He asked his companion.

She laughed and Hermione racked her memory. That laugh was really familiar.

"Oh, I don't know..."

He grinned at her. "Would you like me to wall us off? There should be enough books..."

She laughed again and Hermione gasped silently. It couldn't be.

"Alright then."

Draco grinned again and pulled the wig from Ginny Weasley's crimson hair. Then he leaned in to kiss her as Hermione gaped.

(A/N: muhahahaha! Shorter than I would have liked, but still really good. PS I'm looking for a romantic interest for Hermione in this fic. Any ideas?