Disclamer: Oh yesssh, i wish i owned Harry Potter, but i dont... :(
Prologue for 'Reading is Sexy' a Draco/Hermione fic:
Hermione Granger sat in the back seat of her mother's car. She was just 10 years old at the time, and had little knowledge about boys and what made them 'tick.' Her hair was almost as bushy as it would be a year later, when she would receive her letter to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Hermione had always felt special, like there was somewhere else out there for her. Somewhere she truly belonged...
Hermione had her favorite book on her lap. She had read it many times before, and yet, every time she did, she enjoyed it all the more. She smiled to herself as she reached her favorite chapter in the story.
Hermione's mother turned on to the A-1 and soon fell behind the afternoon traffic rush. She turned on the radio, and switched the dial to her favorite news station. As the car in front of her began to move again, a car passed by quickly on the right side of her car. She glanced at the bumper, and was struck by the presence of a sticker.
It had the dark silhouette of a slim woman with long hair, leaning back on her free arm with her legs crossed. In her other hand was a book. "Reading is sexy" it said.
Hermione's mother chuckled. Here was this sticker, on the car to her left, and behind her, her daughter was reading a book. Of course, Hermione was only ten, and so her mother was glad she wasn't sexy, but she knew her daughter didn't believe she was beautiful. Hermione was beautiful; she just didn't know it yet. Perhaps...
"What is it?" Hermione asked. "What's so funny?"
Hermione's mother smiled into her rear view mirror and caught Hermione's eye.
"Nothing," she replied. But then she added, "Just... always remember Hermione. Reading is sexy."
Hermione frowned in confusion, but shrugged it off.
"O...K." she promised, unaware of how her mother's word would change her life in the future.