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Chapter 1 : A New Year
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Hermione Granger gathered her bushy brown hair up into a high ponytail on top of her head at lightning speed. She stared at herself in the mirror for half a second, cursing the weird liquid honey-brown color of her eyes. Those same eyes that were usually warm and inviting now looked back with a frantic, hurried look. She had 15 minutes left before the Hogwarts Express would leave and begin their journey to the start of a new year. Hermione brushed her teeth vigorously and spritzed a cloud of her favorite muggle perfume Coco Mademoiselle in the doorway of her bathroom before walking through it, coating her entire being with the delicate fragrance. Ready! She grabbed her Head Girl badge off her dresser and rushed down the stairs just as her dad was about to yell her name.
“Hurry Hermione!! You have 10 minutes left to spare!!!”
“Let’s go!!” Hermione clutched her father’s wrist dragging him with her in her wild dash out the door.
“Hermione darling, you really should stop oversleeping.” Her mother scolded fondly at the doorway.
“I know, I know, mum.” Hermione replied giving her mother a quick peck on the cheek. “See you at Christmas!”
She went into her car with her luggage already in the trunk and her father backed out of the driveway. Hermione gave her mother one last wave as they drove off. She really couldn’t believe it was her seventh year! On top of it she had also gotten what she wanted most: the position of head girl. With that thought, she wondered who the head boy will be, hopefully not a Slytherin she shuddered. Merlin she despised those pureblood prats who thought they ruled the whole school. No it can’t be a Slytherin, Dumbledore knows better than to partner me up with one. She felt butterflies fluttering in her stomach out of nervous anxiety and took deep breaths to try to calm herself down. You will make it Hermione. The Hogwarts Express won’t leave without its head girl.
“Hermione we’re here.” Her father said, interrupting her previous thoughts.
As they stood outside platform 9 ¾, Hermione gave her old man a big hug. “Bye daddy” she said.
“Have a good school year Pumpkin, write to us and don’t study too hard.”
“I’ll try not to.” She giggled and walked through the barrier.
Oh crap! Hermione rushed towards the train, making it just in time. She walked through the compartments and smiled as she found the one she was looking for. There inside were her two favorite guys in the whole world having a contest to see who could stuff the most chocolate frogs down their throat. She laughed shaking her head, boys will be boys.
“Hi Harry, hi Ron.” She said as she opened the compartment door.
“Hey Hermio-” Harry started to say but was interrupted but a loud outburst from the redhead next to him.
“Bloody hell Hermione!! You look great! Did you…um…do something to your hair?” Ron exclaimed as his eyes bugged out while he tried to figure out what it was about his best friend that made her look, well, drop dead gorgeous?
“Watch your language Ronald.” Hermione scolded but couldn’t help chuckling a little.
“I’m serious Hermione, you look different, doesn’t she Harry?” He turned his freckled face towards his best friend.
“Well I guess…” Harry said, his bright emerald eyes giving Hermione an up-down-up look. He had to admit, Hermione did look great. Her face had become more structured while her beautiful facial features became more prominent. For instance, her large eyes were framed with thick, luxurious lashes, her high cheekbones had just the right amount of a rosy glow and her lips relaxed into a natural pout. Her body had formed into a very nice hourglass shape and even her wild bushy hair didn’t look so bad as the loose strands from her pony tail framed her face perfectly. Yes, Hermione Granger really was a sight, he counted on her to turn a lot of heads this year.
“Huh, well if you are done checking me out Harry, I should probably get a move on to the head’s compartment.” Hermione said matter-of-factly.
Harry blushed just as Ron shouted “You’re the head girl?!?! Well…guess I shouldn’t be surprised, always knew you would get it Mione, always knew”
“Yes I am Ron.” The head girl replied laughing and smiled at both of them fondly before leaving for her new compartment.
“I have to say Ron, Hermione does look different.” Harry spoke out.
“Why…why…why does she have to suddenly look like…well a girl?!!” Ron spluttered sounding quite stupid.
Harry laughed and shook his head.
“C’mon mate, I’ll play ya again.” He said nodding at the chocolate frogs.
Hermione walked down the aisle noticing that she caught the curious eyes of many male students and ones full of envy when she passed by females. Wonder why everyone is staring at me so much, Hermione thought. She absentmindedly opened the door to the head’s compartment and looked utterly confused.
“Malfoy?!?! What are you doing here? Am I in the wrong compartment?”
The said boy however just gaped at Hermione, his silver eyes wide, before recollecting himself into his usual cold form again. “Well Granger, I believe this is the Head’s compartment?”
“You’re the head boy?” Hermione questioned bluntly.
“Is there anything wrong with that?” He asked, smirking the famous Malfoy smirk.
Hermione had nothing to say so she just sat down and got lost in her own thoughts. In truth, she felt bad for him, becoming an orphan after Harry won the second war and finally defeated Voldemort. His father was kissed by the dementors a short while after and his mother was sent to St. Mungos after being mentally disturbed from losing her husband. It must be awful to lose your parents. A wave of sadness washed over her, but then again, if your dad was the evil Lucius Malfoy then that….could change things.
“Granger” Malfoy said, his voice dripping with hate.
“What.” Hermione replied with an equally same hatred.
“Why are you staring at me?”
Hermione felt her cheeks heat up, she didn’t realize she was staring at Malfoy all this time, Merlin how embarrassing.
“I wasn’t” she said stubbornly and looked outside the window
“Mudblood, stop daydreaming, the train just stopped. McGonagall told us to meet her at the entrance as soon as we arrive.” Malfoy harshly said.
“Whatever you say, dear ferret.” Hermione sarcastically shot back then gracefully marched out of their compartment with Malfoy following behind her. He watched her slim hips move side to side as her long ponytail swished along with it from the corner of his eye. Who does she think she is?!? he thought. That Mudblood is so full of herself and thinks she’s so special…although she does look very…he then gasped and mentally slapped himself for becoming so close to admitting that Hermione looked exceptionally pretty. Draco Malfoy quickly directed his attention elsewhere for he would rather eat Grindylow raw than be thinking anything other than profanities towards the girl walking in front of him.
At the entrance of Hogwarts, they found Minerva McGonagall waiting for them.
“Mr. Malfoy, Miss. Granger.” The deputy headmistress greeted.
“Professor” Hermione politely replied while Draco kept silent with a bored expression on his face.
“As Head Boy and Head Girl I would like you to wait here for a while until the first years come and then you will lead them into the Great Hall. After the feast, I will meet the two of you outside the Great Hall and I will be showing you your dormitory, understood?” Professor McGonagall firmly inquired.
“Yes,” Hermione vigorously nodded while Draco just bobbed his head down once and back up.
After the deputy headmistress walked away Hermione shot Draco a glare. Honestly, could he get any ruder? Not even bothering to talk was one thing, but barely even acknowledging the professor? Anger and hate bubbled inside Hermione. Just as she was about to open her mouth to say something, they were greeted by a big group of first years who gazed curiously up at the castle.
“Welcome everyone to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. For the next few yea-“ Hermione started to formally introduce when she was interrupted by a cold voice.
“Granger I think Dumbledore can do the introductions perfectly fine.” He rolled his eyes at her then looked at the first years. “Now if you will follow me this way…”
God how she wanted to choke that git! Way to embarrass her in front of the whole first year students! But for now she couldn’t do anything but follow Draco while silently fuming and shooting daggers with her eyes at his back.
Draco, feeling her eyes on him, glanced back and sneered at Hermione causing her blood to boil with anger once again.
“Mudblood…” he taunted under his voice just to get under her nerves.
That’s it. Hermione thought and pulled out her wand, pointing it at his belt she silently muttered “Extrico”.
Draco felt his belt loosen then suddenly unraveling to the ground causing his black well-tailored pants to fall down to his knees revealing some fairly embarrassing boxers. The first years behind them and Hermione busted out into laughter. There in full view was a pair of bright green boxers with Draco written over and over in girlish cursive. Draco quickly pulled his pants back up and re-buckled his belt, cheeks burning with embarrassment and hate flashing in his eyes towards Hermione who was leaning on a first year, wiping tears from her eyes from laughing too hard.
“FOLLOW ME!!!” Draco bellowed and everyone even Hermione glanced at him with slight shock but following his orders anyways because honestly, Draco looked quite frightening.
Once they were in the great hall, Hermione tauntingly whispered “Nice boxers you have by the way, Malfoy.” Then with an evil glint in her eye, she skipped off to the Gryffindor table leaving Draco with a speechless expression on his face.
(A/N: *bounce bounce* how was it? Like it? love it? Hate it? Please give me some feedback, it will only take a few seconds, i promise. I will post a new chapter in 1 or 2 days so stay tuned!)
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