*Hey, this is my first fan fic. I know that it isn't the most original
story, but it should be fairly good. *
Disclaimer: I'm sure that I am not J.K. Rowlings (I own nothing but the plot.)
Hermione's P.O.V.
"I'm glad that nothing has changed", thought 17-year-old Hermione Granger, who was not fond of change. Platform 9 ¾ was packed with young witches and wizards, boarding onto the train. Hermione, alone with Crookshanks, all her spell books, potion ingredients, wand, and anythink else that was in a trunk or cage, started walking to the train to find her friends.
She had changed over the summer. Her bushy hair had turned into shoulder bland length copper waves, shinning in the late summer sun. She had filled out in all of the right places and she knew it. That morning she had actually tried to put together an outfit that she thought would impress everyone.
After looking for five whole minutes, (Hey, that's a long time for her!) Hermione decided on wearing a slightly tight lavender spaghetti strap shirt and a tight, fairly short blue jean skirt, completed with purple flip flops and a little lip gloss and eye shadow that went well with her amber eyes.
Hermione care about her appearance now, but was not obsessed with it. She was just tired of seeing all of these lovey-dovey couples holding hands, smiling at each other; she had even once in 6th year walked in on a couple snogging in an empty classroom. Deep down inside, not that she would tell anyone, she wanted that.
This would be her last year to find someone at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had, not surprisingly, become Head Girl in her 7th, and last, year of school. She knew that Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, her irritating enemy, would be Head Boy. There would be no reason as he would not be. His grades were barely under hers, and, she bet that Snape had put in a good word in for him. She didn't like the idea of sharing a common room with him, which was tradition, though.
She sighed and continued walking, but little did she know, but a pair of silvery blue eyes were following her every move.
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco Malfoy leaned lazily on a pillar at the train station. He was going to wait awhile until he boarded the Hogwarts train. This was a perfect time and place to decide what 'lucky' girls he would date at his last year at Hogwarts, without having them swarming around him.
His silvery blue eyes passed from girl to girl. Everyone had a fault in his hard eyes.
"This is pathetic," he muttered under his breath. "No decent looking girl in sight."
Not that there wasn't, it was just that he had dated and dropped a lot of girls by that time, so now his selection of girls that were hot in his eyes and he had not already dated was now dwindling. It was not like no girl wanted him. With his cool silvery blue eyes and sliver blond hair that now hung loosely in his eyes, and his muscular body, toned by Quidditch, what sensible girl wouldn't want him! He was just really picky on who he was with.
Draco's eyes were still moving slowly from girl to girl, until someone caught his attention.
"My, my, my," he breathed, "what do we have here."
A slender copper haired girl with nice long legs and curves was passing by him. As he raked his eyes up her body to her face, he knew he had found his next prey.
"She looks familiar," he whispered.
"Bloody hell! It's Granger," almost losing it and shouting.
Pushing back a strand of hair, he thought, what happened to her!?
His curiosity to she what she looked like up close moved him to follow her to her compartment. Why he was not even he knew, but he somehow knew this would be important to do so.
*************So what do you think? Should I continue? I know that it is kind of slow, but the next chapter I have in mind should catch your attention.
Please Review, but no flames.
Disclaimer: I'm sure that I am not J.K. Rowlings (I own nothing but the plot.)
Hermione's P.O.V.
"I'm glad that nothing has changed", thought 17-year-old Hermione Granger, who was not fond of change. Platform 9 ¾ was packed with young witches and wizards, boarding onto the train. Hermione, alone with Crookshanks, all her spell books, potion ingredients, wand, and anythink else that was in a trunk or cage, started walking to the train to find her friends.
She had changed over the summer. Her bushy hair had turned into shoulder bland length copper waves, shinning in the late summer sun. She had filled out in all of the right places and she knew it. That morning she had actually tried to put together an outfit that she thought would impress everyone.
After looking for five whole minutes, (Hey, that's a long time for her!) Hermione decided on wearing a slightly tight lavender spaghetti strap shirt and a tight, fairly short blue jean skirt, completed with purple flip flops and a little lip gloss and eye shadow that went well with her amber eyes.
Hermione care about her appearance now, but was not obsessed with it. She was just tired of seeing all of these lovey-dovey couples holding hands, smiling at each other; she had even once in 6th year walked in on a couple snogging in an empty classroom. Deep down inside, not that she would tell anyone, she wanted that.
This would be her last year to find someone at Hogwarts, School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She had, not surprisingly, become Head Girl in her 7th, and last, year of school. She knew that Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, her irritating enemy, would be Head Boy. There would be no reason as he would not be. His grades were barely under hers, and, she bet that Snape had put in a good word in for him. She didn't like the idea of sharing a common room with him, which was tradition, though.
She sighed and continued walking, but little did she know, but a pair of silvery blue eyes were following her every move.
Draco's P.O.V.
Draco Malfoy leaned lazily on a pillar at the train station. He was going to wait awhile until he boarded the Hogwarts train. This was a perfect time and place to decide what 'lucky' girls he would date at his last year at Hogwarts, without having them swarming around him.
His silvery blue eyes passed from girl to girl. Everyone had a fault in his hard eyes.
"This is pathetic," he muttered under his breath. "No decent looking girl in sight."
Not that there wasn't, it was just that he had dated and dropped a lot of girls by that time, so now his selection of girls that were hot in his eyes and he had not already dated was now dwindling. It was not like no girl wanted him. With his cool silvery blue eyes and sliver blond hair that now hung loosely in his eyes, and his muscular body, toned by Quidditch, what sensible girl wouldn't want him! He was just really picky on who he was with.
Draco's eyes were still moving slowly from girl to girl, until someone caught his attention.
"My, my, my," he breathed, "what do we have here."
A slender copper haired girl with nice long legs and curves was passing by him. As he raked his eyes up her body to her face, he knew he had found his next prey.
"She looks familiar," he whispered.
"Bloody hell! It's Granger," almost losing it and shouting.
Pushing back a strand of hair, he thought, what happened to her!?
His curiosity to she what she looked like up close moved him to follow her to her compartment. Why he was not even he knew, but he somehow knew this would be important to do so.
*************So what do you think? Should I continue? I know that it is kind of slow, but the next chapter I have in mind should catch your attention.
Please Review, but no flames.