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Change of Mind	By : hermyoneminusone Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 26841 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Hermione awoke to a beautiful Saturday morning, feeling thoroughly refreshed. She was supposed to meet Richard at the main entrance at 9 o' clock for their trip to Hogsmeade. After a quick shower and some drying charms, Hermione pulled on her favorite pair of jeans and bundled up with a sweater and her nicest scarf. She decided that she would wear a bit of make-up too.
After some breakfast and amicable chatter with Neville, Hermione made her way to the entrance hall.
"Hi Hermione," Richard greeted her, smiling. "You look great." He added, eyeing her up and down.
Hermione blushed. "Thanks. So, shall we go?"
"Definitely." Richard took her hand, and they walked out together.
As they walked out of the school, Hermione spotted Malfoy talking with Blaise Zabini. Malfoy looked up and saw Hermione and Richard walking, holding hands. He sneered, and held up three fingers to show that his bet with Zabini was still on.
Hermione ignored him, and went into Hogsmeade with Richard.
~*~
They walked and talked for hours, enjoying the brisk weather and each other's company. They were passing by a book shop when a volume in the display case caught Hermione's eye. The Beauty and Complexity of Charms by Tjaden Alexander gleamed in the book shop's display case.
"Have you read that before?" Richard asked.
"Yes," Hermione responded, "I was staying at the Leaky Cauldron a while back, and I happened to come across the book. I just saw it lying there, and I decided it wouldn't hurt if I read it, so long as I put it back."
Richard laughed. "I've never met anybody who loves reading as much as you do, Hermione."
Hermione grinned. She looked at the price tag hanging from the heavy volume. Her grin disappeared. The book was extremely expensive; it cost nearly forty Galleons.
Richard happened to glance at the price as well, and he raised his eyebrows. Not wanting to look at the book any longer, Hermione walked away from the book shop.
~*~
After some reluctant farewells and a kiss goodbye from Richard, Hermione was back in the Gryffindor Common Room. Harry and Ron were playing a game of Wizard's Chess, sitting in their favorite seats by the fireplace.
"Hey Hermione," Harry greeted. "How was your date with Richard?"
"It was great," Hermione declared as she plopped herself on a seat next to Ron.
"Damn!" Harry swore as Ron checked him. He looked up at Hermione. "I'm glad to hear that you guys hit it off."
Ron didn't say anything as he continued to mercilessly pummel Harry's chess pieces.
"Thanks," she beamed. I'm going to call it a night, see you at breakfast." Hermione went up the staircase to the girl's dormitory, ready for a good night's sleep.
~*~
Hermione was sipping on some orange juice and preparing her porridge when Harry and Ron joined her for breakfast. Harry eyed her choice of sustenance warily, and began filling his plate with all sorts of carnivorous items, Ron following suit.
"Good morning," Hermione said to the two of them.
"Morning," Harry said, his mouth full of food.
Ron didn't even look at her. Hermione ignored his attempted cold shoulder treatment; he would get over it soon enough.
A few moments later, hundreds of owls flew into the Great Hall delivering mail to the students. Hermione waited patiently for the brown tawny owl that always delivered the paper, but to her immense surprise, not one, but two, three, four, and five owls surrounded her, each carrying a parcel.
Each owl looked glad to be rid of the package they were delivering, and they proceeded to fly off silently. Before she could say anything, a sixth owl flew towards her and dropped a letter onto the humongous stack of parcels.
She looked at Harry and Ron, and grabbed the letter.
"Should I open it?" She asked suspiciously.
"Why not?" Harry rationalized, "The mail does get checked before it enters the school."
She cautiously opened the envelope, and when nothing hazardous occurred, she took out the enclosed letter.

There isn't another person I could think of who would enjoy these books more than you.
~Richard
Hermione immediately looked over at the Ravenclaw table. Richard was nowhere in sight.
"What is it? Who is it from?" Ron asked, his curiosity getting the best of him.
"They're all books. From Richard." Hermione said breathlessly, in a trance. This was the most generous gift she had ever received from anybody in her entire life.
At that moment, Ginny joined them for breakfast. "Good morning all!" She said cheerily.
She saw the giant stack of packages next to Hermione. "Whoa! That looks like all the mail I've ever gotten in my life! Who's it from?"
"Richard." Hermione said simply, still in a bit of a trance.
"Richard, as in Richard Praxley?" Ginny asked, interested.
"Yes, do you know him?" Hermione asked, snapping out of her daze.
"Well not personally, but I know of him. He's in my year, remember?"
"So, what do you know?" Hermione asked.
"Well, his father is a multi-millionaire. He owns all the publishing companies in England and France."
Hermione was shocked. Harry and Ron stared at Ginny with their mouths agape.
"Millionaire? " Ron repeated.
"You mean Donovan Praxley?" Harry asked. Ginny nodded affirmatively.
Hermione inwardly cursed her ignorance. She had read the name Donovan Praxley in countless books, but she never made the connection.
"Well, are you going to open them?" Ginny inquired.
Hermione looked around the table; everybody seemed more curious as to what was underneath the wrappings than she was. She tore off the brown paper that covered the books, and discovered that it was a set by the German wizard Tjaden Alexander. The volume she was eyeing the other day at Hogsmeade was the first in the set.
"I – I need to go talk to Richard." Hermione said as she got up, levitating the stack of books beside her. She left Harry and Ron to ponder what they had just learned, hoping that they wouldn't think too much of it.
She came across Richard as she was climbing one of the multiple staircases.
"Richard!" Hermione called out to him. He was on a different staircase, so she had to wait a minute before she was face-to-face with him.
"Hermione," Richard greeted, giving her a kiss on the cheek. "I see you received my gift." He said, eyeing the floating mass of books.
"Yes... about that." Hermione said, staring pointedly at the floor.
Richard furrowed his brow. "You – you don't like it?"
"No! It's not that, it's the best gift I have ever received in my entire life, it's just that..."
"It's just what?" He asked, looking worried.
"I can't accept it, it's too much."
He laughed. "Really Hermione, if that's the case, then I insist you keep it."
"I can't!" Hermione looked at the floating books, a little heartbroken. She really did want to keep them. "All those books... They must be worth over a hundred Galleons!"
"So?"
"It's just... I don't know. I'm being silly, I suppose."
He gave her a warm smile. "I gave those to you, and they're yours to keep. "
She cracked a smile, and gave him a hug. “I can't imagine how I'm ever going to thank you for this.”
Richard grinned slyly. "I think I could come up with a few things." He swooped down and gave her a kiss.
Hermione blushed and playfully swatted him away. Holding hands, they walked down the corridor with Hermione's floating books in tow.
~*~
"Your potion should now be bubbling slowly, and have the characteristics similar to that of mud." Snape said, as he menacingly stalked the aisles of his classroom, peeking into the student's cauldrons.
"A fine example of this would be Mr. Malfoy's potion here," He said, giving a slight smirk to the smug blonde.
He walked by Hermione and Neville's station, and found nothing to criticize, so he moved to Harry and Ron's cauldron. Their potion still retained an orange hue, and it was quite lumpy.
"An example of what Polyjuice Potion should not look like is standing right in front of me. Tell me Potter, what did you use to shred your Boomslang skin with?"
"My knife, sir." Harry said stiffly.
"Ten points from Gryffindor. You bought a shredder in the beginning of the term for a reason Potter, and next time I expect you to use the proper equipment instead of taking shortcuts."
Snape walked to the front of the class, his black robes billowing behind him.
"Now, if your potion was brewed properly, you will be testing it on yourself and your partner. If it was not, you will receive zero marks for today."
Ron swore under his breath, Harry silently fuming at his side.
"Take a goblet, and fill each halfway with the potion."
The class complied, and the air was soon filled with many 'plop plops' from the thick potion.
"Now, add a sample of your partner's DNA." Snape instructed as he glared around his class. "Finnigan! A hair from his head will suffice!" Snape yelled angrily at Seamus Finnigan, who was trying to forcefully pluck some hair from Dean Thomas's forearms.
"You will take the potion, and record your results. Once you have changed back to your original self and cleared your workstation, you may leave. Be sure to adjust your attire before taking the potion." Snape warned, looking pointedly at Hermione and Neville.
Hermione took the time to adjust her robes so that she wouldn't suffocate when she transformed into Neville. Her potion had turned a murky red color after adding a bit of his hair. Neville stared into his own goblet with fear. He looked as though he were about to faint.
"Well," He said shakily, lifting his goblet, "Cheers, Hermione." And he downed his potion in two gulps.
Hermione followed suit. As soon as the potion went down her throat she felt as though there were worms crawling inside her skin. She grabbed onto the table and watched as she transformed. She rose almost a foot and grew just as wide. Once the sensation had disappeared, she released the fierce grip she had on the table.
She looked around the classroom. The room would have appeared completely normal to any outsider, except for the fact that every student was looking down at their bodies with awe, and they were staring at their partner's appearances as well.
Crabbe and Goyle had switched bodies, and they guffawed and prodded at each other whenever they would move. Pansy Parkinson had switched with Millicent Bulstrode, and Pansy looked sulkily down at her hairy arms while Millicent was obviously reveling in the fact that she actually looked feminine.
Behind Hermione, Malfoy had switched with Zabini. They were unusually silent, except for Malfoy making a few snide comments about Zabini's lack of muscle tone.
Seamus and Dean seemed to be getting the biggest kick out of their transformation.
"Bloody hell, I'm so white," Dean said, staring at his pale hands. "Kiss me, I'm Irish!"
"I have a sudden fancy to go watch Muggle sports on a telly-fision!" Seamus said, making fun of Dean's love for Muggle football.
"Shut up, you wanker. The potion doesn't make you act any differently, it just changes the way you look."
Snape silenced them before they could argue any further.
Hermione stared at the hands on her body; they were so big compared to her own. She felt like a giant. She looked at Neville, who hadn't said anything. She was caught off guard when she found herself staring at herself. It was really quite the experience.
"Neville, are you alright?" Hermione asked, her voice very deep.
Neville looked up at Hermione. "Well... Yeah, I suppose. It's just kind of weird." The robes he was wearing were hanging from his now tiny frame. They were at least five sizes too big.
A voice that Hermione didn't recognize spoke out from behind. "Well of course it's weird for you, Longbottom. The only female you've even been remotely close to is your Grandmother!" It was Malfoy speaking through Blaise's body.
Hermione had never really heard Blaise speak before. That was a first.
Malfoy turned his attention to Hermione. "And how does it feel, Granger, to be trapped in the large, unattractive body of an oaf?"
She could see Malfoy's sneer through Blaise's aristocratic features. She felt Neville cringe beside her.
"Actually Malfoy, I feel pretty strong." She cracked her large knuckles menacingly. She then proceeded to crack her neck, and her jaw. "I'm actually quite surprised that Neville hasn't taken the time to kick your pathetic arse yet."
Malfoy glared at Hermione through his brown eyes. He was about to retort when Blaise gave him a pointed look. He reluctantly turned his attention to his assignment.
"Thanks, Hermione." Neville said quietly. He sat down.
"No need to thank me, Neville. But, I am curious. Why haven't you already beaten Malfoy to the punch? I mean, I've even done that." She said, recalling the time in her third year when she slapped Malfoy in the face.
"I dunno," He said, looking at the floor. "I just don't like to fight, that's all."
She didn't say anything, and began to work on her experiment notes, Neville following suit.
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