A trainwreck for a ride

It was, when you discovered yourself once again taking in the wonders of the world, all through the mere window of a department of the hogwarts express, that your thoughts once again drifted on how to improve this, not yet all too fulfilling world. There were many ways, natural and unnatural, the most unnatural of all, of course being in your possession. Yet there was only so much you can enjoy at once. A lesser mind may never come to even once truly enjoy, what it has created. And you in your deepest heart, did not want to rush the change. Doing slight diversion, from time to time however will undoubtedly proof itself more enjoyable.

You were sharing your department with your two best friends, the once again male Ron and the nerdy Hermione. Hermione had, taking in deeper consideration of her appearance, nothing outstandingly attractive about her. She was rather plane. Though she was of fair complexion, her face proved no different than the once seen day to day in the masses, forgotten in just an instant. Her body had nothing to mitigate this adherent problem. Where many boring faced women might still find the possibility to exert some way of attractiveness through their body, Hermione lacked in that category as well. Perhaps it was that puberty may have not hit her yet, you had yet to see a pimple in her face, but just as likely, her mothers and fathers combined gene pool, didn't add up to produce a beautiful girl. In either way, you could not find yourself to enjoy the view on either her upper and lower female parts. A saving grace perhaps was her mind. Though the stereotype may not always hold up, it is more often than not coupled to a truth, that beautiful woman are of lesser intelligent, while those less blessed by their parents, express higher cognitive capabilities. Hermione fitted to the stereotype like a glove. Sadly. Why couldn't she be an airhead, yet an eye candy. Or better yet, a genius and an eye candy. Though perhaps it was for the better. Maybe you would be too distracted, by constantly looking at her, to offer any attention to class. But who were to guess on whether that was true?

Well, you, of course.

You fumbled the rulebook out of your bag and quickly opened it to an empty page. Ron and Hermione first seemed confused, as it wasn't everyday that you opened a book out of your own free will, and not much less in the presence of your friends, yet they quickly realized that they, as with many things concerning you, did not truly care and averted their gaze.

Once again, as before, you faced the all too well-known struggle of finding the right words to express yourself. You pondered. What was it even, that you wanted to write down? You switched between looking at your two friends. You thought about Rons female counterpart and felt a little twitch in your pants. It would be one thing to bring her back, you thought, it would be another, to do it with your other friend. You thought for a bit. You wanted a bit of privacy at least and began writing down: The entire Weasley family always shares a department in the Hogwarts express, all by themselves. As you dotted the sentence, the department emptied by one person, leaving you alone with Hermione, who currently was devouring a very old history book. You frowned. Why would someone ever read that? As you mustered your companion you started thinking - fantasizing even, on what rules you could create, to make your friend more appealing. You began scribbling a sentence, crossed it out however immediately. You thought some more, than as if once again struck by lightning you began writing: Girls who are born with the surname Granger and the first name Hermione, are destined to become very attractive, even in young years.

A rush of satisfaction came over you. You looked at your friend and sure enough, Hermione Granger was, as far your opinion went, very attractive. She was still recognizable as Hermione, though her face, having been plump and common before, was now identifiable through sharp edges and a well kept make up routine. You instantly noticed her lipstick. Her lips, thin before, were now a lot more puffy, and seemed to be ready to fulfill a mans dream. Her hair, still brown and bushy, was now, though still seemingly of high volume, manageable. She seemed to have styled it in the morning, so that her hair did not spread to all sides, but more evenly dropped back her neck. In addition her body, slender and still fair and soft as milk, promised a bountiful perspective underneath the fabric covering it up. She was already dressed in her robes. The sigil of Gryffindor, the lion, was pushed out by her hidden big breasts. You bit your lower lips. "Hermione?", you said. She looked up. Her brown eyes whipped you down with their pure angelic and still seductive glare. "What is it Harry?", she said in a voice sweet as honey. Your heart melted, and yet in your pants, something seemed to stiffen. "What have you planned for this year?"

"Oh, nothing much", she said. "I was thinking about spending some more time in the library. How about you?"

"Me? Well-", you thought a moment. "I have very big plans." You looked down at the rulebook and put your quill to the paper. "Very big plans", you whispered.