The Purest

Sun beams glistened through the stained glassed windows of the bath. Hermione soaked in steaming pool scented of Apple while different colored Rose petals floated across the water. It had been a week since her excursion into Paris. Shopping had proven to be a great stress reliever. Thanks to her inheritance from her parents she had been able to redo her entire wardrobe. Deciding to forgo her more than adequate conservative attire, she had bought things that accentuated her figure while remaining classy. No more loose baggy shirts and calf length skirts. She was going to wear things that made her feel beautiful and have an attitude to match. Regardless of what her parents might have done in their life she was going to honor them. Make them proud of her. Malfoy had been right. She didn’t have anything to prove to anyone but herself. In her own self pity she had lost sight of what was really important, herself.

Stepping out of the water she wrapped a plush terry cloth towel around herself, and went to stand before the floor length mirror. Eyeing herself she wondered what had happened to her. A year ago she would have been looking forward to hanging out with Harry and Ron. Thinking of new ideas to defeat Voldemort. Now she was alone, and the only one who talked to her, hated her. Still, he talked, and that was enough to keep her going for now.

While she had been shopping she decided that no matter how much it hurt her she was going to hold her chin up. She was going to hide her pain, force herself to act exactly how she wanted until it became second nature, and she had permanently changed.

Grabbing hold of her wand she spelled her hair dry and straight. She used lilac shadow, and dusted a tawny brown along the crease of her lid blending it out. Lined her eyes with a topaz, and used brown mascara. A boutique in Paris had sold her these items telling her it would bring out her eyes. She finished with a clear gloss, took one last look in the mirror, then headed to her room.

She had laid out her new uniform before she bathed. Carefully smoothing out the wrinkles, she felt herself empowered. Placing the towel on the hook by her desk she went to her bed. She began to dress. First the new lingerie, Lise Charmel in Elegance Attitude. Gliding the lacey thong up her smooth legs gently shifting as it was put in place. The bra gathering her breasts to accentuate her cleavage. She had choose it for it’s bright red color knowing it would be a nice contrast to her tawny skin. These few articles alone made her feel self conscious and emboldened her at the same time. The white thigh high nylons caressed her skin as she pulled them up. The Forest green pleated skirt ended inches before the nylons began, exposing her tanned legs. As she fitted the last of the pearl buttons of her elbow sleeve length white cotton blouse she thought better of herself and undid the last one exposing her the barest of her cleavage. Buckling her new high heel Mary Janes, she stood up, and looked herself over. She couldn’t even recognize herself. Standing there she put on her school robes. She put on Silver hoops liking how they accentuated her neck, and lastly she sprayed herself with the new bottle of Izzy Miyake she had bought. Loving the crisp clean scent, how it trailed behind her as she walked letting people know that she had been there. Grabbed her books and headed to class.

This was going to be the beginning of new her, and nothing was going to stand in her way. Not Harry, Ron, Malfoy, not even herself. Backing down was not an option It would be like giving up, spitting in the face of her parents legacy. She was going to see this through, even if she ended up on the other side.

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Draco sat in his usual spot flanked by his oversized classmates, who were shoveling food in their mouths like swine. Sipping his orange juice he looked down at his plate, he had barely touched his food. Since the night in Hermione’s room he had caught himself reliving the moment. Playing in his mind he repeated the scene. First telling him that she loved him and then how she had hugged him. He knew the other things were important as well. That’s why he had gone to the fire and told his father to meet him the next day. Upon telling his father what happened he had been informed to keep an eye on her. Easy for them to say. It had been torture. Here was a person he had hated for a better part of his adolescent life, and now he was being forced to watch her every move. The last week hadn’t proved to be very eventful. He had caught her several times in their common room talking to herself in the mirror. Where he prominently chided her for being an idiot. These few moments where he could ridicule her had made it bearable, but even these had not been enough to thwart his mind from lingering a remembered touch.
He heard the familiar groan of the double doors as they were pushed open, and there before him was a very different Hermione. He watched as she paused a moment, then lifted her chin and gracefully glided to the end of the Slytherin table. She placed her books beside her and brought her hands up to the neck of her robes. He watched as she took a deep breath, and gently undid the opening. Pulling it open she crossed her legs and began to eat her breakfast.

Draco’s eyes widened, as hushed whispers began to purr in the great hall. What the hell was she wearing? The sight he saw left little to the imagination. He knew she liked the reaction she had caused as he saw her smile then quickly take a bite of her food.

He got up, ignoring the curious glances from those around him, and made his way to sit across from her.

“Well, I must say while the change is refreshing, don’t you think it screams ‘desperate’?”

She smiled, cocked an eyebrow, and looked him dead in the eye.

“Desperation usually leads to self discovery.” and took another bite.

He smirked.

Her eyes danced at her boldness. It had been a long time since she had the balls to tell him or anyone else what she wanted.

“How long will you keep up this façade? Huh? Until your friends come running? You’ll be waiting for a long time.”

With all the seriousness she could muster she looked him dead in the eye.

“This is not a façade. This is the new me, and for your information, I’m waiting for no one. Your right in the end I’m alone and right now that’s what I am. So if anyone chooses to be my friend now, it will not be the old Hermione that they will be becoming friends with.”

“We’ll see.”

A/n

I know this chapter is short but I mostly wanted it to show her change…..thanks to those who reviewed…and I hope I can awe more readers into reviewing my work….thanks again…

~brayzen