A/N So this started off as a trashy story from my young teenage years and I never finished it. There were a lot of issues with it and honestly rereading it I'm shocked anyone found it enjoyable... It was unnecessary and not conducive to my original ideas or plots. I'll take a look and see if I can clean up this chaotic mess and make it seem a bit more… Manageable.

Enjoy, or don't… Writing is subjective.

CH. 1 Starting A New

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The warmth and familiarity of the train brought a smile to Hermione's lips. It had been such a chaotic summer with her family visiting, and she wanted nothing more than to curl up in a train car and enjoy the quiet. While she'd changed over the summer Hermione's love of books did not dwindle. The type of books may have changed slightly but her desire to immerse herself within the smell of an old book was too strong for her to deny.

With a firm tug Hermione opened the train car door. She grinned wider as she realized no one had taken their usual spot. With a little skip Hermione placed her bags on top and dug a book from her bag. Crookshanks, the peculiar feline, climbed up beside Hermione and laid next to her.

It felt as if hours dragged by as Hermione sat staring at the words in her book. She found herself unable to absorb them. Her mind raced with excitement and danced as she thought of the prospects for the school year. The young witch sighed and placed her book within her lap before she spared a longing gaze out her window. It has been hard to wait patiently for Ron and Harry to find her.

"Where are they?" she muttered, her words caused steam to cloud the cool window. Her fingers drew lazily through the condensation, her patience seemed to be a little lower than usual. It felt as if she'd been alone for a long time. All summer long she'd only received two letters from Ron and heard nothing from Harry. That was to be expected though considering he was still within his Aunt and Uncle's care. Hermione felt a frown tug her lips downward. It was strange that neither Ron nor Harry had found her yet. 'Maybe they are taking the car again.' She thought, as she tried to think of some reason, any reason, they would have not come to her.

Just as she began to rationalize their absence in her mind further, the compartment door jerked open. A shot of excitement shot through Hermione, she'd finally be able to show off her new look and get her friends opinions on her changes. She turned and smiled at what she thought was her two favourite people, but her friendly smile soon turned to a scowl as she looked up to see a very tall, platinum blonde smug looking, and admittedly, very handsome young man. Hermione clenched her fists and glared hotly at the Wizard. "What do you want, Malfoy?" she spat though slightly clenched teeth, completely unable to hide her irritation.

"Nothing Mudblood." Malfoy smirked, not stepping back as Hermione stood sharply at the foul name. "Just checking on the moronic trio. But I see that only one of you is here." Malfoy paused as he stepped in the boxcar. He looked round the car trying to determine his next move. He'd only planned to come and ruffle Hermione up. It was amusing to him, he rather liked when she glared at him and the way her cheeks looked when they were red. There was also the sharpness in her chestnut brown eyes that caused them to dance in the most appealing way.

For a moment he looked at Hermione, truly looked at her. Hermione had changed a lot over the summer, her brown muddy hair had gone from some frizzy curls to loose ones. They were more defined almost as if someone had helped her put high and low lights in them to help create better shape. If he wasn't mistaken she'd grown slightly taller too. With Hermione standing he could see she was just a bit shorter than him, about the level of his eyes. So he could see perfectly above her and the top of her head if he dared to pull her closer. He also noticed that she had developed some more subtle curves during the summer. It was especially apparent as her hands fell nicely on her newly defined hips.

"What are you staring at Malfoy?" Hermione growled, anger dripping from each syllable. She took note of the look he was giving her. She peered at him herself. Malfoy had made some changes over the last summer. He wasn't the little stick boy he once was. He was broader, more defined. It was likely from working out for the upcoming Quidditch season. His long hair that was usually slicked back was ungelled so it lay lazily on his head in a rather messy bedhead fashion. It was as if it was just begging for someone to run their fingers through it. He'd grown taller again too, which was frustrating as it made it a bit harder to slap him from the height difference.

"I could ask the same thing of you Granger." Malfoy snickered as he watched her eyes roam innocently over his body. She was sizing him up, just like he was sizing her up. Under normal circumstances he would have already closed the compartment door and hoisted her up on his hips, but Hermione Granger was no normal circumstance. Despite how attractive she was and fun to play with, she was not someone he could play with so easily. "Like what you see?" He purred while his trademark smirk crossed his lips.

Hermione could feel her cheeks growing redder with frustration. It was near impossible to handle Malfoy on her own. Despite being a horrible person he was good looking. That didn't mean he could speak to her any way he pleased. She'd show him though, she'd gained a lot of confidence when it came to the opposite sex and she'd play his way if that's what it took to knock him down a peg. "And if I do?" Hermione smiled coyly. She wasn't about to let him embarrass her, so she'd simply have to shock and surprise him.

The answer threw Malfoy off a little. He'd expected her too sputter something out and shove him out of the car. A slap to the face at the very least, but her response intrigued him. "Oh, did someone get a bit of an attitude over the summer?" Malfoy chuckled as he let a grin tug on his lips. He liked this version of Hermione more, she was rather fun. There was a desire to keep pushing, to see just how far Hermione was willing to take her little act. Malfoy stepped closer to Hermione, ignoring her cat's warning growls as he encroached on Hermione's personal space. The witch had gotten better looking, and she had an attitude change, she really was intriguing.

Every fiber in her body told Hermione to move back, to press herself into the window until it burst open if she had to. Anything to create distance from Malfoy. She didn't move though, she held her spot. Her hand clenched in a fist and she looked up at Malfoy confidently. "Yes, I did." Hermione smiled, her piercing eyes never leaving his. "Now, get out." The young woman pointed to the door before the intruding Mafloy could come closer.

"Why would I do that Mudblood?" Malfoy cooed mockingly as his hand snaked forward and cupped her chin. He looked down at her, daring her to try something, to do anything to stop him from getting closer. She didn't though, she held firm in her spot. It really was exciting to see the look in her eyes, he couldn't place the emotion but it was a new one for her. At least one he hadn't seen in them before.

Hermione's fist clenched tighter as she resisted the urge to sock him in his pompous face. "If you're going to call me anything, it will be Granger. I'd even consider letting you call me Hermione, but you will not call me a Mudblood ever again. I'm not taking your crap anymore Malfoy." Hermione's eyes had a twinkle of fire in them as she pushed Malfoy suddenly back and pulled her chin from his cold grasp. "And don't touch me." she spat angrily. Her skin tingled wherever his hand was a moment before.

There was a pregnant pause as Malfoy blinked in confusion. He wasn't used to the opposite sex shoving him away so roughly and spitting such venom at him. Malfoy smirked as his hand reached for the open box car door handle. "Oh my, we have changed quite a bit..." Instead of leaving, Malfoy slid the door closed. He could see the briefest moment of panic fall over Hermione's face. "You know you're kinda cute when you're bossy like that. For a muggle born that is." His hand moved forward again. He wouldn't have been shocked if she slapped it away but it seemed his compliment had stunned her momentarily. The back of his hand ran softly against her cheek, feeling its heat against his skin.

It took a few seconds to comprehend just what Malfoy was doing. Was he trying to seduce her? Maybe, it would be something to gloat over. A notch in his belt that would cause both Ron and Harry to seethe. Hermione bit her cheek to stop it from tingling at his attention. "Shove off Malfoy." Hermione growled hotly as she once again slapped his hand away from her. "I told you. Do. Not. Touch. Me." The last few words came out slow and were hissed through clenched teeth.

"Oh, so you have claws just like your friend there." Malfoy smirked. Hermione's annoying pet had been yowling off and on, its fur puffed and it was now standing, as if it would pounce on Malfoy at any moment. Still, Malfoy pushed his luck. He lowered his hands on her hips, gripping at her robe as he pulled her closer, closing the space between them. "Come now Granger, don't play coy." He purred, unable to hide his grin as her hands instinctively moved to his shoulders to brace herself. "You know what I want." Malfoy smirked.

"Play coy?" Hermione parroted as she allowed her mind to gather information. She was trying to figure out a way out of the situation that didn't end with her shrugging off her robe and being manhandled by Malfoy. It didn't help that her body was reacting in peculiar ways to his attention.

There was a familiar drumming in her ears, and a buzzing through her body. A knot was forming and there were only a couple ways she knew to relieve that particular itch. "If what you want is a kick in the groin, you're on your way to it." Hermione countered. "Now, I do have claws, and if you don't want to see them you'll leave." It was a stern statement as her body pressed to his. She shoved him backwards for a brief moment, molding their bodies together. It wasn't a particularly unpleasant feeling, and it was made much more pleasant because of how his cologne flooded her senses. With as much willpower as she could muster Hermione moved her hand behind Malfoy to the boxcar door.

She slid the door open quickly and placed her hand firmly to Malfoy's chest. Her eyes gazed up at him and for the briefest moment her eyes traveled to his lips before snapping back to his surprised gaze. "Leave!" Hermione shoved Malfoy out the boxcar door roughly before waving to him tauntingly. "Buh-bye!" Hermione waved as she closed and locked the boxcar door. With a heavy sigh she took her seat back at the window and pressed her forehead to the cool glass.

It was rather refreshing against her burning skin. Sometimes it was difficult being a hormonal teenager. Her mother had warned her that she was at the age where she'd need to show a lot of restraint because her body was going through some changes. Hermione laughed softly at the idea, her body had been going through changes for years but it wasn't until Hermione started staying out later with her cousin that her parents realized she was becoming a young woman.

Hermione sighed again, her eyes closed slowly as she continued to rewind the previous ten minutes in her head. It was unclear when it happened but fog slipped into her mind. The memories became fuzzy and played out differently in her mind. In some instances she allowed Malfoy to push things further, in others Harry and Ron came and beat the tar out of Malfoy. Hermione whimpered as she tried to fight her exhaustion, and pull herself from her half sleep half conscious stage. It didn't matter though, sleep claimed her all the same.