Hullo everyone,

Ok lets see I promised a full summary inside...so let's see what can I say...There's a little of everything. H/Hr have their fluffy moments...for now...I let them have some fun because something much worse is prowling its way around the corner...Trust me you'll enjoy all of it...Also please notice the rating! If you don't like lemons don't read it...It's innocent fun at first, but becomes something worse...Malfoy (both) come in the picture as well as some other favorite characters...read and review...

Now, on with the story

Oh yeah...I forgot one last thing...Disclaimer...don't believe me when I say I own them...who wouldn't want to own Lucius, Harry, and Draco! Cheers to everyone...OK now on with the story...

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Chapter 1: (Re) newed Feelings

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Harry was walking with Ron towards the Hogwarts Express Train when he heard the well known voice he often heard in his sleep.

"Harry!" Came Hermione's voice. Harry looked over his shoulder to find her with a smile of a thousand suns and rushing to him to embrace him in a tight hug, that almost cracked one or two of his ribs.

"Hermione come on," he said trying to get away from her tight form in front of him, and trying to not concentrate too much on the softness of her white cowl neck sweater, he found himself thinking he never wanted her to let go. He dismissed this feeling for one of not seeing his best friend in all summer. He was very glad that they were boarding the train together, towards their final year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

"Oh, hey Ron. I didn't see you." She said looking behind Harry to Ron. She quickly ushered to him to get him into a same rib cracking hug, like the one she gave Harry.

"Hermione we need to get on the train." Ron urgently said. Hermione quickly let go of them and went to pick up her handbag; she had dropped it earlier when she saw Harry's back, and at the sight of the best friend, she dearly missed, she got excited.

"Oh yes...er...yeah." She said as she tried to pick up her trunk, but utterly failed and settled on pushing it instead.

"Here. Let me take that...Ron?" Harry said to Hermione and motioned for Ron to help him with the luggage, after Hermione gave Harry a sweet smile for his kind offer and she picked up Crookshanks and walked in the train.

"I can't. I'm taking Ginny's. Hers is stuffed with so much clothes you could barely get it out the door. Dad had to use magic to be able to get it outside." He said as he picked up his sister's trunk.

Hermione had gone to find a compartment for the trio. Harry effortlessly picked up her trunk and followed behind her. He thought it would be heavier, probably packed with huge thick books, but it really wasn't.

"Come. In here." Said Hermione's sweet voice. Harry walked in and went to put the trunk away.

"Where's Ron?" Hermione asked Harry.

"He went to take Ginny's trunk to her." He answered back.

"Harry it's so great to see you again. I hope you've been well." Hermione said with twinkle in her eyes, as she once again hugged him, though not as hard. And again Harry felt the same feeling he had felt earlier when she hugged him, so he gave her a gentle squeeze, which she returned. Harry could not believe the ease in which she could fit into his arms. It was an incredible feeling. The feeling of being powerful and on top of everything. He inched back a bit to look at her and found she had an ever so innocent smile on and her honey eyes so bright, you could easily light up the darkness of the universe, without the help of stars or the sun.

When they let go of each other. Hermione opened her bag and got out a book to read. She sat on the corner of the seat, and looked at the window for a moment before settling to read. She crossed her legs and popped her book open on her lap, just as Ron was coming in.

"Another bloody book," he teased her, as he made his way to sit next to Harry.

"Ron I'm glad that you waste no time in being yourself," she snapped at him.

"I could very well gladly say the same thing to you." He teased again, as Harry said nothing but stare at her. He was no doubt lost in his thoughts about the beauty sitting across from him.

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When did she get to be so pretty. I mean, her hair changed to soft dark brown curls last year but she's the same, but still so different...

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Hermione had in fact changed. She was no longer so uptight about homework and rules, though she still loved them. Even though Harry and her were Head Boy/Girl. (A/N: Harry and Hermione are indeed Head Boy/Girl. They got their letters earlier that summer and sent each other letters and everyone knew so it was no longer such a big surprise.) She would gladly have more fun with her two best friends now. It was safe to say that she was certainly no longer flat-chested and square, even though she was just under 5'4" and was small in frame, she still had the perfect size everything, in Harry's opinion. Nothing was to big and certainly not to small. Curves hit at the exact right angles, and in Harry's opinion it was all perfect. He could not believe he was thinking this way about his best friend...And yet he couldn't help it, he did...

"You know if you keep staring. She'll know, but I guess that would be a good thing, eh?" Came Ron's voice in a hushed whisper, but to Harry it sounded so far away and distant, but he said something that definitely cut into his thoughts. Harry jerked his head to the right in surprise facing Ron.

"Huh?"

"I said if you keep staring your eyes will pop out and she'll know." Ron said to Harry with a furtive look on his eyes.

"Know what?" He asked, somewhat surprised because he never told anyone about his "small" feelings for Hermione. In fact he had just started to feel such things. He was not only surprised at what Ron had said, but also thought he might have been really obvious in staring at Hermione, since Ron noticed, who lets face is lovable but really dense in seeing, much less reading body language. Ron just sighed at Harry's question. (And a pretty stupid one for that matter.) And so Harry continued to stare. A little more discretely now.

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2 hours later

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"Where are you goin'?" Harry asked Hermione when she was walking to the compartment door to leave.

"It's getting a bit stuffy in here. I'm going to the loo." And with that she walked away.

"Harry now that she ain't here, how 'bout a wand fight?" Ron said with a devilish grin creeping through his strong jaw. Harry grinned back at him and nodded. And they stayed there throwing different curses at each other. Like silly ones that made you feel like you were being tickled until you fell to the floor rolling over in laughter, or some a bit more immature and dangerous that made your legs or arms jerk violently in different directions, and the humiliating one that made your nose swell to five times its normal size.

Harry and Ron had their fun while an all to well known smirk greeted Hermione on her way back to her friends.

"What do you want Malfoy?" Spat Hermione with a little more venom than she intended.

"No need to be so rude...mudblood." He said eyeing her with his notorious coldness.

"Whatever. I have no time for you right now." Said Hermione walking away as Malfoy pulled her back to him by her hair causing her to whimper from the pain.

Malfoy pulled her close to him, way too close for Hermione's liking, breathing in her scent before he spoke, still clutching some hair on the back of her head with his fist.

"Listen, mudblood, you do not talk to me that way and you do not walk away from me." He spat at her now gripping her wrists hard with his hands. She felt slight fear rise in every part of her bones. Hermione could feel the pressure of his hands on her small wrists, which she didn't doubt would be a light color of purple later, nonetheless she looked at him with her chocolate eyes full of hate and defiance, clearly stating 'let-me-go-or-I-will-kill-you.'

"You know, you have definitely grown into your own skin." He said caressing her soft cheek with his ice cold thumb muttering the word "perfect," which once again caused her to whimper and shiver with goose bumps. She mentally kicked herself for the whimper, knowing it would only make her look weak, which she by nature was always strong. Draco knew this about her and as he saw fear in her eyes he knew that fear didn't come to her for anything, so he just stared at her with his piercing stony grey eyes. "You may be beautiful but you're nothing but tainted blood...mudblood." He smirked again and at these words Hermione glared at him even harder and yanked her wrists out of his strong hold and walked fast to her compartment.

When all of a sudden the door slid open and Ron's big foot shot at her and collided with her stomach in a painful thump knocking the air out of her making her gasp loudly and fall backwards against the wall, staggering to the ground.

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