The start of something new
Too Irresistible
Disclaimer:
Nothing belongs to me, everything to J.K. Rowling. I just play with the figures…
And no, I don’t make money with stories like this.
Harry, Hermione, Ron and Draco will be in their seventh year but there will be a few differences including the teachers. You can decide who is teaching in Hogwarts right now. Make your choice!
How can you tell what's a dream and what is real when you can't even tell when you're awake and when you're asleep.
Johnny got his gun
“Together in Paris,” Hermione whispered sleeping in her cosy bed. She was once more dreaming of the past. She was standing on top of the Eifel tower and watching the sunset together with her parents as they had done many years before on holiday in France. Her mother was on her right side, her father on her left. It seemed so real although she knew she was dreaming. And she felt a painful intense yearning for the images to never fade away, to be there again.
Hermione listened to her mother talking to her, with the soft voice which had sung so many lullabies and told such beautiful stories when she was younger.
“Hermione, you shouldn’t be too hard to yourself. You can’t stay in your bed all day. It’s the first of September. The start of a new school years.. Your last. You have the chance to finish your education and you are Head Girl, sweetheart. There’s nothing to worry about. Head high! You will see, everything is going to be alright. And if the memories hurt to much you just try to keep busy until the pain fades away a little bit. Please, take your time and remember that it’s alright to cry. We love you.”
Her mother’s smile faded with the dream but Hermione could feel where her father had touched her cheek and kissed her goodbye. Every night she had the same dream about standing with her parents on top of the Eifel tower.
She began dressing herself with normal school clothes which she had worn for years but then decided to change a bit. Her mother had always wanted her to be more confident and to dress more femininely and today was the day she would start with a pair of black shoes with a little heel. Maybe she would slowly become comfortable with these girlish things.
Hermione stood there waiting for the train to come. Her two best friends had not arrived yet and she was sure they would not until it was nearly too late. Typical. But that did not matter to her. After all these years with them, she was used to it. Furthermore she got the time to observe everything around her.
A bittersweet smile crept onto her lips as she thought about the previous summer. There were so many things she could not tell: could not tell her best friends because what she had done was forbidden. But nevertheless she had done it and she would do it again if given the choice. There was no way of denying her that they had to be together in Paris. She had got her wish though.
“Hermione, there you are. You look really nice.”
Harry embraced her and Hermione lit up with joy. He always made her feel loved and needed by being there, just as he was. He was unique and she loved him as her own family. More than ever now because of her parents’ death. Harry understood what her parents had meant to her and what losing parents felt like. There was a gaping hole in her heart and Hermione wasn’t sure if there could ever be something or someone to fill it. She was glad that she had so many memories but they always went hand in hand with desperate tears. She missed them so much.
Hermione didn’t miss the way Harry’s eyes had swept over her, and she felt more confident in her femininity than she had previously. She had wanted to be seen as a woman, not just one of the boys for years and perhaps this year there was a chance that would finally happen.
She only hoped her mother was watching the change and approving. She had always wanted her to be more feminine and to act more like a girl and less like a walking, talking Encyclopaedia. Now she was trying and her mother wasn’t there to see her and to be proud of her only daughter. She had been proud of her anyway, of course she had, but she wanted the world to recognise the beauty that matched her daughter’s intelligence.
Shortly after Harry her other best friend hugged her: Ron Weasley. Over the summer, he had grown even taller and Hermione felt dwarfed beside him. From his vantage of point he peered unsubtly down on her cleavage. A little bit too much for Hermione’s taste, but she didn’t want to tease him. Especially not in the presence of his whole family.
Charlie, Fred and George who had come with Harry and Ron to Kings Cross noticed how their little brother looked at Hermione. They were silently amused at his clumsy attempts to gain her notice and began to watch Hermione themselves. They had to confess that the little bookworm looked more confident, glowingly so, than she had when they’d last seen her. The excited, sparkling girl in front of them was hardly the little sister figure she had always been to them. It was a disconcerting change.
They had more than expected her to be and act differently after the tragic death of her parents but not in this way. Hermione radiated confidence, she had grown up in the summer on a much deeper level than her slight physical changes and the maturity shone through.
“Hey Charlie, nice to meet you again. Hello Fred, George”
One after the other was hugged by Hermione and the three brothers enjoyed the feel of her soft, warm skin against their bodies and hands, causing unwanted images to flit through their minds. They weren’t awkward, frustrated teenage-boys any longer but they were still affected by her.
Together, the made their way to the train. Hermione walked in front of Charlie, Fred and George with unconsciously swaying hips and they could not match her swaying, confident path. But they weren’t the only ones. Draco and Lucius Malfoy, who were walking just a few metres behind them, also watched the swaying hips and long coltish legs in front of them. Hermione chose that moment to turn around and to look at Charlie.
Draco stopped immediately. What was wrong with him? He had just looked at the mudblood bitch with hungry eyes! And not any old mudblood; Potters mudblood! He felt repulsed at the thought.
But even his father had sent the girl an admiring glance. Draco was disturbed by that more than anything. And yet, he could not prevent his eyes following the causal swing of her legs. Encased in dark blue denim- filthy muggle invention though it was, it showcased the legs he had never noticed hidden behind school robes.
She was standing differently, he reflected. Perhaps it was the absence of the stack of books that usually bent her double as she rushed madly between lessons. Or maybe the Weasel had finally given her one.
He felt nauseated at the thought.
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So, this was the first chapter of my story, I hope you liked it.
If you have got some ideas or criticisms please tell me. I would really, really appreciate reviews and I promise to answer each and every question.
I like my readers to decide what is going to happen to Hermione and the guys in her life so it is partly your decision what is going to happen. Feel free to tell me what you think should happen….
