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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Draco/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
21
Views:
62,225
Reviews:
67
Recommended:
1
Currently Reading:
2
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Chapter One: The Transformation
Disclaimer: I would just like to say that the characters are J.K. Rowlings, and own no rights to them. Just the plot.
If you have read the story before, not much changed. I recently received a review that stated the text was a bit off. When I checked, it was quite different that what I had originally posted. I was going through this fic so I could print it out for an Xmas gift, so I figured I\'d put my edited copy on here. Some punctuation, and word usage different, but the story is the same.
Chapter One: The Transformation
Hermione looked at herself in the full length mirror, looking at her transformation. What looked back at her was a very curvy girl at seventeen years of age. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt with a red and black halter tied above her mid-drift with billowy see-through sleeves that hung down past her hands. There was quite a bit of golden brown skin showing, which she got from her days in the sun. Her legs looked long, especially with her knee-high boots that tied at the back of her calves.
She took her wand and touched her head and eyes for the final touch of her transformation. Her hair turned a midnight black that hung loosely curled down her back with wispy bangs. She shut her eyes, then slowly opened them to see that they were a hazel green colour instead of the original chocolate brown colour.
There was a knock on her bedroom door, where a tall redhead girl peeked her head inside.
“Wow, is that you Hermione? You look great. I wish I could wear something like that and get away with it. Harry would be sure to notice that I exist then.” Ginny said.
“Are you forgetting Ginny, that you are a witch, anything is possible, like for example . . . ” Hermione pointed her wand at Ginny’s knee length skirt and shrunk it up a couple of inches, then added a couple of inches to her heels, to show off her long legs.
Ginny looked in the mirror and smiled. She then touched her wand to her top where it shrank a size or two smaller, showing her curves that she always hides in her robes and baggy sweatshirts she always wore at home. She then made her hair fuller and a bit curlier.
Ginny looked over at Hermione again, “Would you parents mind that you’re going out like that.”
“My parents trust me, they know I’m responsible and would not do anything foolish. My mum is very open-minded. She says I should be proud of how I look and not be ashamed to be a girl.” Hermione replied. “Besides, at school, I’m known as the mousy looking bookworm that holes up in the library all the time. My last year at Hogwarts, I’m going to change some of the boy’s minds about me. Not that I want to be the school slut like Pansy, but get a bit more noticed.” Hermione added.
Hermione and Ginny made their way downstairs where the guys were waiting. The Gryffindor gang had decided to go to dance club in the muggle area of London. Harry and Dean Thomas had found out about it and wanted to check it out. They had heard that the music was loud and it was the hottest hotspot in town for young people. They couldn’t wait to show the rest of the gang how a muggle might spend a weekend night.
Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville were all talking about their favourite sport, Quiddich, when Dean looked up the stairs. The other guys looked at him wondering why he stopped talking in mid sentence, and looked to see what got his attention. The guys then fell silent, their mouths hanging open.
“Wow, Hermione, you look wicked!” Ron said
Hermione walked over to Harry and put her painted fingernail under his chin to close his mouth. “Easy there, cousin dear, it’s still the same, old us.”
Harry’s face flushed with embarrassment, and remembered back when they found out that they were cousins. They had just found out earlier this year that they were cousins. Her mother was married to a wizard named Nicholis Potter, which happened to be James’ brother, Harry’s father. Nicholis Potter had died at the hands of Voldermort when Hermione was just a baby, same as Harry. Hermione’s mother remarried a muggle dentist when she was about two years old. So, she wasn’t actually 100% muggle like a lot of students seemed to think. Hermione and Harry decided to keep it to themselves along with a few close choice friends, who happened to be gathered in Hermione’s hallway.
Ginny had noticed that Harry took a bit more notice of her as she was coming down the stairs, staring at her legs. She flushed with pleasure, her insides going crazy.
“You know, Hermione, you really look like you’re related to Harry now with the hair and eye colour change. It looks good on you, but I thought you looked okay before too.” Dean said.
They had all grown up over the years spent at Hogwarts. Harry had grown to a tall six feet, and let his hair grow long stopping at his shoulders. He still wore glasses, but they were now wire rimmed frames. His build is now more solid, and has more muscle mass due to the years on the quiddich pitch. The rest of the boys also were handsome in their own way. Gone were the scrawny kids from their first year waiting to be sorted into their houses.
Hermione was also in shape and her body firm, as she has been working out with free weights and swimming in the family pool out back. She also started to take self-defence courses, which helped build her self-esteem. She felt really good about herself and knew she looked good too.
They all climbed into Hermione’s and Dean’s car to drive up to the club. As they got closer, they heard the music blaring as people streamed in and out of the club. They found a place to park and made their way to the end of the line-up. They were all talking while the line moved steadily forwards. None of them noticed a man standing back from the crowd scanning the sea of faces. He slowly inched his way closer to the black-haired girl with the black leather miniskirt.
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(re-edited Nov. 2/05)
If you have read the story before, not much changed. I recently received a review that stated the text was a bit off. When I checked, it was quite different that what I had originally posted. I was going through this fic so I could print it out for an Xmas gift, so I figured I\'d put my edited copy on here. Some punctuation, and word usage different, but the story is the same.
Chapter One: The Transformation
Hermione looked at herself in the full length mirror, looking at her transformation. What looked back at her was a very curvy girl at seventeen years of age. She was wearing a black leather miniskirt with a red and black halter tied above her mid-drift with billowy see-through sleeves that hung down past her hands. There was quite a bit of golden brown skin showing, which she got from her days in the sun. Her legs looked long, especially with her knee-high boots that tied at the back of her calves.
She took her wand and touched her head and eyes for the final touch of her transformation. Her hair turned a midnight black that hung loosely curled down her back with wispy bangs. She shut her eyes, then slowly opened them to see that they were a hazel green colour instead of the original chocolate brown colour.
There was a knock on her bedroom door, where a tall redhead girl peeked her head inside.
“Wow, is that you Hermione? You look great. I wish I could wear something like that and get away with it. Harry would be sure to notice that I exist then.” Ginny said.
“Are you forgetting Ginny, that you are a witch, anything is possible, like for example . . . ” Hermione pointed her wand at Ginny’s knee length skirt and shrunk it up a couple of inches, then added a couple of inches to her heels, to show off her long legs.
Ginny looked in the mirror and smiled. She then touched her wand to her top where it shrank a size or two smaller, showing her curves that she always hides in her robes and baggy sweatshirts she always wore at home. She then made her hair fuller and a bit curlier.
Ginny looked over at Hermione again, “Would you parents mind that you’re going out like that.”
“My parents trust me, they know I’m responsible and would not do anything foolish. My mum is very open-minded. She says I should be proud of how I look and not be ashamed to be a girl.” Hermione replied. “Besides, at school, I’m known as the mousy looking bookworm that holes up in the library all the time. My last year at Hogwarts, I’m going to change some of the boy’s minds about me. Not that I want to be the school slut like Pansy, but get a bit more noticed.” Hermione added.
Hermione and Ginny made their way downstairs where the guys were waiting. The Gryffindor gang had decided to go to dance club in the muggle area of London. Harry and Dean Thomas had found out about it and wanted to check it out. They had heard that the music was loud and it was the hottest hotspot in town for young people. They couldn’t wait to show the rest of the gang how a muggle might spend a weekend night.
Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus, and Neville were all talking about their favourite sport, Quiddich, when Dean looked up the stairs. The other guys looked at him wondering why he stopped talking in mid sentence, and looked to see what got his attention. The guys then fell silent, their mouths hanging open.
“Wow, Hermione, you look wicked!” Ron said
Hermione walked over to Harry and put her painted fingernail under his chin to close his mouth. “Easy there, cousin dear, it’s still the same, old us.”
Harry’s face flushed with embarrassment, and remembered back when they found out that they were cousins. They had just found out earlier this year that they were cousins. Her mother was married to a wizard named Nicholis Potter, which happened to be James’ brother, Harry’s father. Nicholis Potter had died at the hands of Voldermort when Hermione was just a baby, same as Harry. Hermione’s mother remarried a muggle dentist when she was about two years old. So, she wasn’t actually 100% muggle like a lot of students seemed to think. Hermione and Harry decided to keep it to themselves along with a few close choice friends, who happened to be gathered in Hermione’s hallway.
Ginny had noticed that Harry took a bit more notice of her as she was coming down the stairs, staring at her legs. She flushed with pleasure, her insides going crazy.
“You know, Hermione, you really look like you’re related to Harry now with the hair and eye colour change. It looks good on you, but I thought you looked okay before too.” Dean said.
They had all grown up over the years spent at Hogwarts. Harry had grown to a tall six feet, and let his hair grow long stopping at his shoulders. He still wore glasses, but they were now wire rimmed frames. His build is now more solid, and has more muscle mass due to the years on the quiddich pitch. The rest of the boys also were handsome in their own way. Gone were the scrawny kids from their first year waiting to be sorted into their houses.
Hermione was also in shape and her body firm, as she has been working out with free weights and swimming in the family pool out back. She also started to take self-defence courses, which helped build her self-esteem. She felt really good about herself and knew she looked good too.
They all climbed into Hermione’s and Dean’s car to drive up to the club. As they got closer, they heard the music blaring as people streamed in and out of the club. They found a place to park and made their way to the end of the line-up. They were all talking while the line moved steadily forwards. None of them noticed a man standing back from the crowd scanning the sea of faces. He slowly inched his way closer to the black-haired girl with the black leather miniskirt.
(re-edited Nov. 2/05)