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A/N- Hi, this is my first Harry Potter FanFic, I hope you like it!
Chapter One: One Heck of a Train Ride
"I'll see you later, Harry," Hermione called to one of her two best friends, "since I'm now head girl I have to sit in the front and give the prefects their instructions with the new head boy, whoever that is."
"I think he knows that Hermione, you've only said it about twenty times now," Hermione's other best friend, Ron, reminded her heatedly.
"You'd better watch your tone with me Ronald Weasley!" Hermione warned him, "I have the power to deduct points now you know!"
"Guys, stop it, who cares." Harry said quickly, sensing one of his friends' signature fights.
"Come on, Hermione." Ron said, ignoring Harry completely.
Hermione, also ignoring Harry, knew Ron's tone all to well it clearly told her that he didn't think she would take points from her own house, Gryffindor, but how wrong he was, the minute they were at school, she was going to deduct points from Gryffindor.
"I'm dead serious, Ronald!" Hermione spat, 'When we get to Hogwarts I'm deducting ten points from Gryffindor. Five for your tone, and another five for your attitude!"
"Hermione!" Ron protested, he then turned to Harry and asked, "Harry, a little help would be nice. Um, Harry?"
Ron, and Hermione both looked around for their friend.
"There he is!' Hermione told Ron, tapping him on the shoulder, and pointing to a near-by window, where, sure enough, their brown haired friend sat, looking slightly annoyed.
"Harry, why'd you go and do that?" Ron asked getting slightly annoyed himself, at being abandoned by his best friend.
"You two are driving me insane," Harry shot out the window at them. He hated it when Ron, and Hermione, fought, he, Harry always ended up in the middle. He then added, "and I'd get aboard before the train leaves without you, that's the final whistle that just blew."
"He's right!" Hermione exclaimed, more to herself then to anyone else, as she turned around to grab her school trunk, and Crookshanks's basket, and headed off towards the front without a single word to Ron.
Hermione lifted her trunk onto the train, then climbed on herself carrying Crookshanks basket in her arms. She found the Heads compartment and entered silently, no one was inside. So, with quite a bit of effort, she hoisted her trunk into the luggage rack, and took a seat by the window. She gazed out the window, and saw her parents waving she waved back. Then, her mother started to cry, her wrapped her into a hug, and waved once more to Hermione.
Hermione knew the reason behind her mother's tears; Voldemort was now at full strength, and attacks, by him, were now happening quite frequently. She leaned back in her seat, as the train pulled out of the station, she watched as her parents get smaller as the distance between them grew, soon they were pinpricks, then they were gone.
"No way, they made a mudblood Head Girl!" Came a voice from the doorway, she turned, and none other then Draco Malfoy stood before her.
At first she didn't even recognize him, he was wearing a pair of blue jeans that had a few small holes down the front of the legs, and a black T-shirt with an emerald green serpent on the front, indicating he was a proud-to-be Slytherin. Through his t-shirt she could tell, although she didn't want top admit it, were some impressive muscles.
"Malfoy?" She asked uncertainly, then she saw him flash his signature smirk, and she knew, without a doubt, that it was really Malfoy. Then added, with a touch of utter horror in her voice, "don't tell me they made you head boy?"
"Why, yes they did Granger," Malfoy sneered, then added, "and it seems that they must have went a bit insane when they choose the Head Girl."
"Funny, I was about to say the same thing, about when they choose head boy!" Hermione shot back.
"Whoa, touchy!" Malfoy sneered.
It seemed he was, now, taking a moment to absorb her new look. His mouth hung open slightly as his eyes slowly made there way, from her, once bushy brown hair, that was now soft, and flowing, to her now slender face. His eyes trailed over her smaller looking body, he almost in a way seemed…impressed.
Malfoy, shrugged the look off his face, and then heaved his truck into the luggage rack, and than seated himself across from Hermione; who returned her gaze to the window without another word.
Hermione let her mind trail back to what she was thinking of before she was so rudely interrupted, would she ever see her mother, and father, again, alive? Or would Voldemort…she wouldn't be able to bare it if that happened.
I can't believe they made her Head Girl, oh crap! That means I'm going to be sharing a dorm with her, these thoughts passed, one-by-one, though Draco Malfoy's head. Man, why the bloody hell did they have to make her Head Girl? Why did they…Malfoy stopped mid-thought, he had heard a whimper and was now looking around to find the source of the noise, then he saw Hermione, and noticed that tears were making there way down her cheeks. What the? Malfoy thought as he continued to watch the girl in front of him cry, why the hell is she crying, does she hate the thought to having to live with me that much. Malfoy was kind of surprised, and shocked, at how much this thought hurt him.
Hermione suddenly looked up, and quickly wiped the tears from her face, took a deep breath, and leaned back in her chair. Malfoy watched her curiously, what had all that been about, and (slightly more importantly) why the bloody hell did he care?
Hermione then looked over at him, and he quickly looked away. She looked so sad, so utterly alone. He wanted to comfort her. No I don't, he told himself fiercely.
Yes you do, just hold her, and tell her it's all right, now.
No frickin' way, she a mudblood, but even as he thought this he moved to the edge of his seat, he looked over at her, she continued stare out the window, and was starting to cry again. He moved forward a little more, his knees were now just touching hers.
He was about to swivel from his seat, and sit beside her when the compartment door slid open. Malfoy shot back into his seat so fast that the back of his head collided into the wall behind it, he clutched it in pain as he turned to see who had entered, he had taken the liberty to send all the prefects off on their duties both he had come to the heads compartment (he had been hoping to have a little fun with the Head Girl before arriving at Hogwarts), or at least he thought he had gotten all the prefects.
Before him stood none other then Ronald Weasley, a seventh year Gryffindor prefect. Hermione didn't seem to have realized that someone had just walked in, she just continued to peer though the window, crying. Ron looked at her for a moment, then to Malfoy, then back to Hermione. It was only then that he seemed to notice that she was crying.
The red head instantly jumped to Hermione's side, and wrapped his arms around her shoulders, at this; something made Malfoy place a hand on his wand, ready to draw it if he had to. Hermione jumped, and swung around, her hand open ready to slap who ever had just touched her without her permission. She, unfortunately for Ron, hadn't registered who it was, in time, and her open palm whipped across Ron's face.
"Ouch! Hermione!" Ron bellowed, releasing her, and brought his hand up to his, now extremely red, cheek, "That hurt, you know."
"Oh, I'm sorry Ron," Hermione apologized, she quickly wiped the tears from her eyes, and added, "I didn't hear you come in."
"Obviously," Ron whispered under his breath, still rubbing his cheek; Hermione looked at him, he shook his head, and added, "Are you okay? You looked upset."
"Huh? Upset? What do you mean?" Hermione asked him, her hands instantly went to her face to make sure she had gotten all the tears.
"Did this git do something to you, Hermione?" Ron asked her, but he didn't bother waiting for her to answer, he rounded on Malfoy. "What the bloody hell did you do to her, Malfoy?"
"Not a bloody thing, weasel!" Malfoy sneered, griping his wand tighter.
"Yeah, right?" Ron yelled furiously at Malfoy, he grabbed Hermione by the wrist and helped her to her feet, "come on, Hermione, let's go, Harry, Ginny and Neville, have all ready found a compartment. Percy told me, back when he had made head boy, that not even the Heads don't have to stay in this compartment if they don't want to, they can leave anytime. So, come on."
"Ouch, Ron!" Hermione winced; Ron's grip on her wrist was becoming unbearably tight, "Ron, ouch, let me go!"
Ron, though, who had drawn his wand and pointed it at Malfoy, who, surprisingly, hadn't drawn his, though, he was clutching it rather tightly now, was completely ignoring her.
Malfoy looked from Hermione to Ron's wand, which was pointed directly at his face. He watched a minute while Hermione tried desperately to loosen her "friends" grip around her wrist. Malfoy was about to draw his wand, when the compartment door opened for the second time, this time revealing, a shocked, Harry Potter.
Harry looked around at the three students in the compartment, within seconds his brain jumped into action.
"Ron," Harry said, keeping his voice calm, he nodded at Ron's hand that still had a terribly tight grip on Hermione's wrist.
Ron looked down and immediately loosened his grip on his friend's wrist, while sincerely apologizing, "Sorry, Hermione. I didn't mean to hurt you, let's just get out of here."
"GO TO HELL, RONALD WEASLEY!" Hermione snapped viscously, jerking her wrist fully out of Ron's grasp, then turned on her heels, and returned to her seat across from Malfoy, who was, now, staring dumbstruck at the bickering pair.
"Hermione, " Ron said, in an almost nagging tone of voice, he cocked he's head, and looked at Hermione, who was now staring back out the window, again.
"Eat dragon dung!" Hermione snapped, not removing her gaze from the window.
"WHAT?" Ron, was utterly perplexed by this sudden change of attitude within his, so-called, best friend.
"YOU HEARD ME!" Hermione spat, "NOW GET OUT, THIS IS THE HEADS COMPARTMENT, SO YOU HAVE ABSOLUTLY NO RIGHT BEING IN HERE! NOW GET OUT!"
"FINE!" Ron shouted at the top of his voice, and with that he stormed from the compartment, slamming the door shut behind him.
"Ron!" Harry called as he watched his friend leave, he then turned back to look at his other friend, and said, in a voice slightly softer then the one he had spoke to Ron in, "Hermione."
"Harry, just leave me alone." Hermione pleadingly, not looking around, "Please."
Harry looked uncertainly at Hermione for a moment then turned and left the compartment after Ron.
"Trouble in the trio, is there?" A voice, across from Hermione, asked.
"Shove it, Malfoy, before I give you a broken jaw!" Hermione snapped, not looking at Malfoy.
"Whoa, take it easy, Granger." Malfoy said, with another one of his signature smirks.
"I'm warning you, Malfoy." Hermione advised, with a dangerous expression on her face.
Malfoy, who decided not to push his luck, slumped back in his seat, slightly disappointed, he had been so close to hugging her, before the weasel showed up.
Whoa! Malfoy thought to himself. What the bloody hell am I thinking? Hugging her! Malfoy shook his head vigorously. Then laid his head back, daring himself not to think about what he had just thought about ten seconds ago.
After, about half an hour, the Hogwarts Express pulled into Hogmends Station. Hermione, and Malfoy changed into their robes with out a word. They climbed down, the steps to where a line of carriages stood waiting, to most of the students there, they were being pulled by "invisible" horses, but Hermione, who had witnessed death, could now see the ghostly looking creatures, Thestrals, that pulled them.
Hermione, and Malfoy, climbed, wordlessly, into the Heads' carriage at the front of the line. They sat across from each other, Hermione, yet again, staring out the window, thankfully, though, not crying. Malfoy just sat there staring at her. He had, for the moment, given up on trying to shut the voices in his head up, and just sat there longingly looking at what he could never, even dream, of having.
They reached the castle, and left their carriage, rather quickly, and headed into Hogwarts, in silence.
"Hermione! Hermione! Over here!"
Hermione plummeted back to earth, she had, again, been thinking of her parents, wondering if they were all right. She turned and saw Ginny Weasley, Ron Weasley's younger sister hurrying towards her.
"Oh, um, hello, Ginny." Hermione greeted, smiling down at Ginny, as she came to a halt in front of her.
"Hi, Hermione," Ginny welcomed brightly, an enthusiastic smile plastered on her freckled face.
"So long, mudblood, weaselette." Malfoy scorned, then went into the Great Hall to join his Slytherin cronies.
Ginny glared at Malfoy, and then turned to Hermione, "Why on earth were you hanging around with him?"
"He's Head Boy, I had to share a carriage with him, and a compartment on the Hogwarts Express, too!"
"He's Head Boy!" Ginny exclaimed looking horrified at Hermione, "Malfoy? No way!"
"I'm serious." Hermione confirmed.
"Wait! Don't the Head Boy, and Girl, have to share a dorm?" Ginny questioned.
"Yeah, unfortunately." Hermione groaned.
"Oh," Ginny sympathized, and pulled Hermione into a hug, "you poor thing! First my brother goes crazy on you. Now this! I feel so bad for you, Hermione, and don't worry about my brother, I'm sure he'll come around."
Hermione smiled, a least Ginny didn't hate her, and she hoped that Harry didn't, either.
She really hoped Ron, or Harry weren't mad at her they had grown quite close to her over the summer, while she, and Harry, visited the Weasley's for the summer holidays. Hermione even had the feeling that Harry, or Ron, wanted her to be his girlfriend, but neither one had asked her, yet. Hermione was secretly hoping that one of them would, which one, she really didn't mind; they were both dear friends of hers.
Hermione, and Ginny then made their way into the Great Hall; Hermione seated herself beside Harry, who was now seated, unfortunately for him, directly between Hermione and Ron. Ginny sat across from Hermione.
Ron huffed angrily, as they watched the first years get sorted into their houses, Hermione choose to ignore him. Then, leaned across Harry, and announced to Ron, "I'll be taking those ten points from Gryffindor, now." Ron shot her a dark look, but remained silent.
"That's what you get, Ron," Ginny whispered in an under tone across the table to him, "for messing with 'Head Girl Granger'."
Hermione fought back a laugh, Ginny seemed to always know how to cheer her up, and she was grateful.
At the end of the start-of-term feast, Dumbledore announced that the Head Boy, and Girl were to wait for him in the Entrance Hall, to be lead to their dormitory. The feast, then ended, and she left the Great Hall with Harry, Ginny (Ron was busy leading the new Gryffindor first years to Gryffindor Tower), she then said good-bye to Ginny, but Harry hung back for one that word before he left.
"Don't worry about Ron, Hermione, he'll come around." Harry reassured her giving her a sorrowful look, as Malfoy walked over to them.
"It's not that I'm worried about," Hermione informed him, she gestured towards the Malfoy, "It's having to spend, basically, a whole year with him!"
Harry laughed, and gave her a quick hug, then turned to leave.
A/N- sorry that this chapter is so short, there will be longer ones. Please Read and Review!