The ONE

Hey everybody!Please review and tell me if I should go on with the story! It’s my first fanfic so please be nice;) I am also sorry for the mistakes but unfortunately my mother tongue is not english and I don’t know anybody who could help me *sniff*

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CHAPTER 1: Quid agis?

Hermione stood in front of the big oak doors of Hogwarts. She was nervous, her hands shaking and she was obviously sweating. She pulled her sweater over her head which revealed a black tank top. Although she didn’t notice it, it was obvious that she had grown this summer. Her body was no longer the one of a child. She had nice curves and her hair was not longer bushy. She was a beauty. Although she didn’t care she knew that she looked „Ok“. There had been a couple of boys who liked her and told her so but none of them were really good looking. Hermione sighed. She was still searching for the ‚one‘.

Hermione had turned 18 this year. She, Harry and Ron had celebrated their birthdays together, knowing that this could be there last happy moment. They had invited nearly everybody they knew. Including students and a couple of teachers from Hogwarts. Hermione thought back. Molly and Arthur Weasley wanted them to celebrate at the Burrow. They agreed that this was a good idea...nobody mentioned it, but everybody thought the same: A party at Sirius‘ place would have been fatal...not only that it was the headquarters of the Order but the dead of Black was also a point -- Hermione always thought of him when she was at Grimmauld Place and she knew that Ron and especially Harry went sad when they were there.

The party took place on July,20th.
Hermione woke up sweating. She was so excited. She didn’t sleep very well but a wakeup-potion would do the trick, she thought. She would have it finished by the end of the day just before the party. Slowly she stood up and yawned loudly. She looked at the mirror that hang on the opposite the bed. A small „uhh god...“slipped out of her mouth. She smiled. Her hair was standing up in all directions. Perhaps a new colour would be fun. Hermione thought a while...red?…no...she did not want to look like Ron’s sister...blonde?oh no...that was just too Draco.….black?…hmm...this was an idea. Perhaps she would look a bit more lady-like with black hair...but wouldn’t everyone make jokes? …‚Uhh Herm...trying to look as if you weren’t a bookworm?‘ she could hear it already...but on the other hand---She was Gryffindor! She was brave! And she would do everything that she wanted to!
„Solacium“ Hermione said waving with her wand. In one second her hair had gone from brown to black. She looked at herself. Sexy, she thought, perhaps I will find HIM now. She sighed. Time to go to the bathroom. On her way she met Ron.
„Hey Herm!“ Ron said „Had a good....“ he paused and looked at her “sl...slee....sleep..p.p?“
„Yes!“ she said. „What’s the matter?“ Hermione loughed silently.
„You...you look so different!!!“ Ron’s face went red.
Hermione could not stop herself from bursting into a big laugh.
„I am going to the bathroom now“ she said still laughing.
She took her towel and went on. Hermione didn’t know that Ron’s face was still red and that his trousers had gone really tight.


After she had a nice hot shower she dressed into some comfortable shorts and a tank top. It was too hot for something else. This was the hottest summer ever in England, she thought. It was already about 26 degrees although it was just 12 am. She went downstairs to meet Molly Weasley and Harry at the breakfast table. Poilitely she wished everyone a good morning and sat down next to Ginny who had just arrived as well. „Nice colour, Herm!“ she screamed and hugged her tightly. Hermione smiled and thanked her.
„Mum, can I change my hair as well?“ Ginny begged.
Molly looked sceptic. „I won’t allow it ,my love. You see Hermione is already 18 but you are just 16. And you should be proud of your Weasley hair!“
„Hmmpf“ Ginny just mumbled and placed a toast on her plate.
„What are you going to wear tonight, Hermione?“ Molly asked curiously. „If you want any help just ask me! I know some shrinking and fitting spells.“
„Thanks Molly. I already chose a black dress. My mother made it fit perfectly. She isn’t able to use spells but she is really good with sewing. Thanks anyway!“
„You are welcome!“ Molly smiled brightly. „When you finished eating we will start preparing the food and the boys can help adjusting the lights.“
„Oh no!“ Harry screamed standing up from his chair „I forgot to write an oal to someone...I... forgot!“ he ran upstairs leaving three laughing women back in the kitchen. „Men“ Hermione said holding her stomach.

The day went on and on. There was a lot to do. At 6 pm everything was ready. The guests were supposed to come at 7.30pm, so it was time for Hermione to get ready.
She took a long warm bath and while washing her body and shaving her legs her thoughts were wandering. ‚This night I will meet HIM. I know it‘, she said to herself while getting out of the tube and putting a towel around her body. It was a very short white towel which showed more than it hid but it wasn‘t a long way from the bath to her room anyway.


She was standing in front of the door that lead to her room when she heard a familiar dark voice.

„Miss Granger!“