Hermione slept well that night, better than she had in a long time. After being on the run for the past two years sleep isn't the first thing on your mind when you're getting chased by Death Eaters.
She got up slowly stretching her arms and looked at the time; it was six O' clock in the morning. Hermione had plenty of time to get ready before breakfast at seven thirty.
Making herself get up past the sleeping girls, she went tip toed to the bath room and shut the door quietly. She would never get the bathroom if she waited to get up when that lot did.
She brushed her teeth robotically as she starred down into the sink. Spitting out the glob of tooth paste as she finally looked into the mirror for the first time that morning. She dropped her tooth brush in the sink when she saw her reflection.
Hermione eyes widened as she noticed that her reflection was no where near what it was last night. Her usual hair was no longer the bushy frizz she had tried to get rid of the past few years; it was now smooth soft curls dropping neatly beside her face becoming a richer darker color. The few zits she had on her face yesterday were completely gone with out a trace, leaving her skin flawless. Her eye lashes were longer and darker with her brown eyes growing a deep chocolate color, making it seem as though she already had make up on. It looked like she had been perfected over night. Hermione's jaw was hanging wide open when she looked once again into the mirror, what in the world had happened to her!
She grabbed her towel quickly and took a quick shower, hoping that her eyes were just playing tricks on her. She would look normal when she got out, she reassured herself.
Quickly getting dry, she got dressed silently sneaking past all of the girls back to her bed she looked at the small mirror that she had on her bed side to find the same perfect face she had seen only moments ago. Hermione opened her mouth to scream but put her hand up to stop herself. Something didn't feel right as she did so, she looked down at her hand to see her once bitten off short finger nails were now long smooth and elegant.
"Hermione?" Ginny said sleepily, "Are you alright?"
Hermione whipped around to see Ginny standing a few feet away. Ginny's eyes widened similar to Hermione's when she saw her looking confused. But then suddenly she spoke.
"Did you…how did…what happe-" Ginny said looking dumb founded.
"I don't know!" Hermione whispered urgently, "I woke up this morning looking like this!"
Ginny stared at her disbelieving, "Did you use a beauty charm on yourself?" She said suddenly smiling, "You said you were against that kind of nonsense!"
"I did no such thing Ginny Weasely," Hermione said angrily, "I honestly have no idea how this happened,"
Ginny's smile faded into a frown.
"What do you think has happened Gin?" Hermione asked a little shaky.
Ginny looked at her shrugging, "If you don't know how am I supposed to know, your usually the one with answers!"
Hermione gave her a worried look.
"Does anything else feel different?" Ginny asked carefully.
Hermione shook her head, "I feel completely normal,"
Ginny's nodded and was silent for a moment then said, "Try not to worry about it for now Hermione we'll figure it out later… having good looks can't be that terrible," Ginny said with a slight smile on her face.
"I guess your right," Hermione said.
"I'm going to get ready, tell Harry and Ron that I'll meet you in the Great Hall,"
With that Ginny disappeared into the bath room.
Hermione gave a big sigh as she looked into the mirror one last time; well at least I'm not breaking out anymore.
The Great Hall was a little crowded this morning, students rushing to get breakfast, excited to start a year with new classes. Hermione took a deep breath, maybe no one would notice she thought hopefully. With that, she gained a new courage and walked to go sit by Harry and Ron.
Hermione entered the Great Hall a little awkwardly, walking fast making sure she kept her head down, she was happy that no one seemed to be paying attention to her. Maybe it wasn't as drastic of a change as she thought. She relaxed a little as she felt a strange stare coming from the other side of the room; Hermione lifted her head daring to look toward the source. Malfoy was watching her as she felt her heart melt when she caught sight of him, he didn't seem to notice Pansy or the other girls trying to grab his attention. It was like he was waiting for her to come in and see the change. Hermione eyes didn't leave his as his mouth pulled up into a crooked smile. Hermione almost tripped as she walked she was so surprised, but finally she was forced to look away as someone was standing up blocking her way in between the tables.
She noticed the boy to be Colin Creevy, he stood up grabbing his full plate of food, preparing to move somewhere else. He finally noticed he was in the way as he leaned backward trying let her by.
"Oh I'm sor-" He said but as soon as he caught sight of Hermione's face he lost his words and accidentally dropped his plate in shock.
Hermione's hope that no one would notice was dashed when Colin Creevy's plate made a huge racket, shattering into a million pieces. Everyone looked to see the commotion, when they caught sight of Hermione, jaw's dropped. Starring at her like she was Voldemort coming back from the dead.
Hermione froze as all eyes were on her. The Great Hall became very quite, so quite she was able to her her own heart beat. She could feel the heat rising to her face making her feel uncomfortable. Colin hurried and got down to the floor to pick up the broken pieces of glass.
"I'm sorry Hermione I'm so clumsy I-I" He said being extremely shaky.
She kneeled down to help Colin pick up the pieces of the broken glass, "Oh don't worry about it Colin that's alright,"
People finally started to look away and start talking again laughing at Colin for not being careful. It was quicker for the girls to look away and regain there senses, the boy's followed suit slowly as the girls nudged them to stop looking.
"I just haven't seen you…I didn't think you…You look different," He said finally looking at her in awe.
Hermione had to laugh at his shocked face, "Don't worry about it Colin, I was shocked to,"
With that she stood up and made her way over to Harry and Ron, some people still giving her curious looks.
"What happened to you?" Ron said loudly after Hermione sat across from them.
Harry shoved Ron in the stomach making him close his mouth and to come back to his senses.
"Honestly Ron could you keep your voice down," Hermione whispered glaring at him.
"Sorry," He said more quietly looking away.
Hermione rolled her eyes as the trio huddled closely around the table as she told them of what had happened this morning.
"Wow," Harry said after she had finished.
She nodded her head agreeing with the statement.
"You didn't do some weird spell on yourself did you?" Harry asked slowly, "Cause you looked fine just the way you-" He was cute off by the look Hermione gave him.
"I did no such thing Harry, you know me better than that," She said offensively.
"Of course, sorry…" Harry said.
Ron finally spoke, "You know," He said picking his words carefully, "You kind of remind me of Fleur the way you look now…you look like a Veela,"
Hermione's eyes widened in horror.
"You know your right Ron; guys even give her the same look as they did Fleur in the Triwizard Tournament!" Harry said looking closely at Hermione now.
"You two can't be serious," Hermione said, "I haven't got a drop of Veela blood in me!"
"We know…that's the weird thing," Ron said slowly.
An awkward silence filled the air as they looked at each other for a moment.
"Come on we'll finish this later," Harry said finally, "We'll be late for our class other wise,"
So the three finished their breakfast and headed off to there first class, Potions. Hermione's mind seemed to wonder off as Ron and Harry's voice echoed in the background. It seemed like a life time ago they were walking these same Halls toward their still least favorite subject-potions. Snape was no longer the teacher (obviously since he had died the previous year helping Harry) so hopefully the subject could be bearable now.
They entered the class room as they took there usual seats in the back looking at the changed room. It was lighter and cleaner since Snape taught, the windows opened and the desks neatly rowed in order. The stinky smell of the potions was almost completely gone out of the air.
The students piled in one by one as the Gryffindor's and Slytherin's sat on opposites sides of the room dividing in the middle as they always did, waiting for the new potions teacher to enter.
Hermione's eyes locked on Malfoy as he entered the room. Soon she realized she wasn't the only one. Girls from both Slytherin and Gryffindor were giving Malfoy dreamy looks and hopeful glances. Hermione rolled her eyes at them. He sat down at the middle table along the edges as Pansy pounced on him talking as fast at a robot to him. Malfoy seemed to be uninterested in what she had to say as he looked away. Hermione's breath caught in her throat as his eyes caught onto hers. Hermione quickly looked away.
A loud bang of the door rang through the class room as the new professor strode up to the front muttering something to himself as he went. He was a tall man a little on the sharp side, he had neatly cut blond hair and was fairly good looking, some of the girls in the room whispered this to each other.
"Welcome to seventh year Potions, I'm Professor Stroud and obviously I am the new Professor-" His calm voice said as he was cut off by something, looking at the students confused scanning the room.
There was an awkward pause, then finally the Professor spoke again, "Forgive me but what houses are in this class?"
"Slytherin and Gryffindor," Someone said in the front.
The Professor suddenly smiled, "Oh yes I should have guessed that, I think it odd on how you separate yourselves."
He stepped in front of his desk rubbing his hands together, "Alright you lot I think were going to help this 'inter house unity' for this school…we're going have seating arrangements,"
The class broke out in protest as they tried to explain that it wasn't necessary, but he wouldn't hear of it.
"Alright you lot stop complaining," He said loudly as the class grew quiet again.
He grabbed a piece of parchment that had everyone's names in the class as he got out his wand. He flicked it toward the parchment as the letter's peeled of the page into the air settling themselves in different places making the new seating arrangement.
"Now, I did not pick this arrangement magic did, so this seating chart has made it so you sit by the person you are most compatible with," He said bluntly, "So no complaining."
He started off on the opposite side of the room calling off names of both houses.
"This is ridiculous," Harry whispered, "As if I didn't hate poitions enough…" he shuttered at the thought.
"You got that right mate," Ron said sighing loudly.
Hermione could hear girls whispering hoping that could get 'the Draco Malfoy.'
She also noticed a lot of boy's were looking at her with hopeful looks. Even the Slytherins were winking at her, she looked away blushing.
The Professor got to their side of the room as he said, "Harry Potter and Emma Oliver," He said as a pretty dark haired Slytherin made her way over to the table sitting down by Harry.
"Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy," He said as everyone's jaw dropped.
As soon as she heard her and Malfoy's name she locked eyes with him. He was smirking.
She let out a breath that she had been holding as she made her way over to the table in the right hand corner and sat down Malfoy following her example did the same.
"Who knew we were destined to sit by each other Granger," Malfoy said as the Professor went on naming the rest of the class.
Hermione rolled her eyes, "It's just a stupid seating chart Malfoy."
He ignored her comment, "You're looking different today Granger, anything interesting happen?"
Hermione looked at him curiously, "No," She said glaring at him.
"No? Nothing at all?" He said actually looking shocked… and a little angry
"No," She repeated icily hating to admit she didn't know something in front of him, "Why? Do you know something I don't?"
"Seriously?" He said looking away, "And they call you the smartest Witch of our age," He scoffed, talking mostly to himself.
Hermione glared at him fiercely, "Well it seems like you have an idea so why don't you enlighten me?"
He was about to respond when he was cut off by the sound of the professor's voice beginning class, "Alright pipe down everyone, let's begin today's lecture."
The class went silent as books opened and heads turned back to the professor.
As the class went on, everyone seemed to give almost their full attention to the Professor. Everyone that is besides Hermione. Her interest was at it's peak. Whatever was/had happened to her Malfoy knew about, it had to have something to do what was happening to her. How else would he know to ask? Did he do this to her? Was this some kind of sick joke? Or was it something else entirely? Either way, Malfoy knew something. Which was more than what Hermione knew at the moment.
Finally after seemed like ages, class was over.
She turned to talk to Malfoy but he was already a step ahead of her.
"Before you start asking a million questions. Don't," He said coldly.
"You know something about what's happening to me, how can I not ask questions?" Hermione snapped, "What do you know?"
He stood up quickly and giving her one last look.
"Granger you love the Library look for it there," He said.
With that he left her sitting by herself to watch his perfect blond hair stride out of the class room.