A/N: This was posted once before, under NC-17, but as they have now taken down that category, I have chosen to rewrite HSS for this category. The basic plot is there, but certain *scenes* have been toned down. ^^;; I hope that all of you who enjoyed it before will once again enjoy reading it, and all new readers, I welcome you with open arms!!! The NC-17 version can still be found on my website, which is listed on my user lookup. Please read, review and enjoy!
Rating: R for lemony goodness ^^;; (not too graphic though :P)
**DISCLAIMER** I do not own any of the characters in Harry Potter, nor Hogwarts. I only own any characters that I may introduce myself, and the plot that I have written.
Chapter I - Hate and Hormones Don't Mix...Do They?
Hermione Granger smiled as she pushed through the barrier that seperated the Muggle World from Platform 9 and 3/4. She quickly moved out of the way so that she wasn't blocking anyone who might be coming through behind her, then she just stood still, taking in the sights, sounds and smells around her. Students milled around, standing together in clumps talking to one another, others exchanging last minute farewells to their families. Cats of all shapes, sizes and colours sinuously twined themselves through the forest of ankles, a few spitting and hissing at the few toads that were hopping around aimlessly. Overhead a few loose owls enjoyed a last minute flight before being put back in their cages. Hermione could see a few frightened, lost looking faces, and smiled to herself. First years, no doubt, she thought to herself. A shout from behind her made her turn around in surprise.
"Hermione!!" Ron Weasley, followed by the rest of the Weasley family, was coming towards her from further down the platform. Fred, George and Ginny were just a few steps behind him.
"Ron!" she greeted him happily, allowing him to pull her into a hug as he reached her.
As she pulled back, she looked him up and down, and smiled to herself. She knew without even thinking twice about it that more than a few girls were going to be taking quite a close look at Ron Weasley that year. As usual, his red hair was tousled, and one particular peice of hair kept falling over his forehead in a manner that some would find appealing. His bright blue eyes stood out in vivid contrast to the tan he had developed over the summer, and combined with his broad grin and lanky body that was showing signs of having developed some muscles, it added up to a appealing combination.
Not that she'd ever be attracted to Ron, she thought to herself. Although Lavendar and Parvati seemed to think that she and the youngest Weasley boy would make the most perfect couple, she could never date one of her friends. It would just be too...weird. Besides, she and Harry and Ron were like, the Group of Three or something. Gryffindor's Golden Trio, she had heard someone call them, once. Not that she liked that particular name, but she had to agree with the thought behind it. She wouldn't ever want the three of them to stop being friends because of a stupid dating experiment.
Although she did hope that she could convince Ron and Harry to stop being so protective of her this year. She knew that the thought that she might have any interest outside their little group quite escaped the two of them, the way they had treated Viktor Krum had certainly proved that. And then there was the whole thing with Ron and the Yule Ball two years ago... It had been quite obvious from the first that neither Harry nor Ron had actually considered that she might actually be interested in going - or that she would be interested in going with someone outside of them. She still could remember the look on their faces when she had shown up at the Ball - it had been priceless. It was like they had finally woken up and realized that their brainy friend who they had always taken for granted, was actually a girl.
Well they'd better get used to it, she thought to herself. She had decided that she was perfectly capable of keeping up her studies AND having a little bit of fun. After all, she always did extremely well in her classes. The way she figured, if she cut out some of the extra reading and research that she did outside of her schoolwork, she'd have plenty of time to actually have a little fun. She knew that that would probably shock Harry and Ron. And the other girls too, she mused. A smile curved her lips. Not that she was going to go and act like they did, all giggly and dreamy over some cute boy. How they let themselves get so affected by their hormones was beyond her, she thought with disgust.
It was just as that thought went through her head that she turned and found herself in the very grips of the hormones she was scorning. A few feet away from her was Draco Malfoy. But this was an extremely different than the blond haired snobby jerk that she remembered, Hermione thought, her eyes widening as she looked him up and down. This Draco Malfoy had put on a few inches over the summer, and by the looks of it, his father had put him to work - muscles that she didn't remember seeing the year before were now visible. Under the sweater he was wearing his shoulders looked strong and broad. As she watched, he crossed his arms across his chest as he glared around the platform. When, she thought to herself, had he gotten so damn attractive? His blonde hair wasn't slicked back anymore, it fell free across his forehead, and underneath the hair was a pair of vivid blue eyes. Added to the whole affect was the lazy, mocking grin that she remembered so well.
"Hermione, dear, how are you?"
Hermione shook herself abruptly as the voice of Ron's mother reached her. What was she doing, staring at Draco Malfoy? He was only her deadly enemy. Even as she watched, he stuck his foot out, tripping a small first year student, sending him sprawling on the hard cobblestone of the platform. An older student, obviously related, as she had the same curly black hair that the smaller student had, rushed over to help the boy up. She glared at Draco, who just smirked at her and then turned back to Crabbe and Goyle, the dim-witted pair that followed Malfoy around like lost puppies. Not that they even had as much intelligence as a puppy, Hermione thought to herself.
She turned back to face Mrs Weasley, who was beaming at her. As the older woman pulled her into a friendly hug, she determinedly pushed all thoughts of Draco Malfoy out of her mind. But as they walked away down towards where the Weasleys had left all their carts, filled with luggage and other belongings, she couldn't help but look over her shoulder. Her eyes met Draco's bright blue ones, and for a moment they stared at each other. Then his lips, which looked very nice indeed, Hermione absently thought before mentally slapping herself, curved into his famous mocking grin, and he winked at her. Hermione flushed, wondering just what her Slytherin enemy meant by that, then turned resolutely away. Attractive or not, Draco Malfoy was a cruel person, and she didn't want to have anything to do with him.
At least...thats what she kept telling herself.