DISCLAIMER: I do not own any recognisable characters.

This story was inspired by AkashaTheKitty's Dramione story, The Bracelet. The story made me fall in love with Theo Nott, therefore creating this "Themione".

Chapter One – Fire

Hermione grimaced as the wind blew her hair around her head like some sort of frizzy halo. She spotted her reflection and grimaced some more. It looked like there was a brown hair tornado going on around her face. She'd never felt more embarrassed.

She grabbed her hair and tried to make it obey by placing it over one shoulder, cursing mentally that the day had to be windy.

"The Chester Park train, stopping at all stations, will be arriving on platform two in approximately two minutes. Please wait behind the yellow safety line until the train has stopped."

Finally!

Hermione's brown eyes narrowed as she waited most impatiently for the train to arrive. Hoisting her black gym bag on her shoulder more comfortably, she couldn't help but notice two other students on the platform.

Durmstrang boys.

Crap.

She suddenly wished they wouldn't notice her standing there by herself. Durmstrang students were well-known to beat up solitary students that weren't from their school, Hogwarts being their partial favourite.

As she watched, the ball that one of them had been bouncing dropped down to the tracks. Eyes narrowing into slits, she watched as one of them jumped down and grabbed it. It was a good thing the boy was athletic; the floor to the station reached his midriff when he was standing on the tracks.

Then she remembered something, and in typical Hermione fashion, she overreacted.

"Get out of there!" she shrieked, when the boy made to throw the ball to the other boy before climbing out. "The train is coming. Get out!"

Eyes widening, the boy on the tracks turned around, and swiftly jumped out with the ball in his arms. Just in time; the train sped by and troubled Hermione's hair again. Without so much as a glance at the Durmstrang boys, Hermione hopped on and tried to find a good seat.

She breathed a sigh of relief when she spotted a seat by the window. Dumping her bag on the seat, she immediately pulled out her iPod and jammed the earphones into her ears.

She didn't know if her mind knew that the Durmstrang boys were getting on the same compartment as her, but her head swiveled to meet their eyes, as if they had called out to her.

They were almost like polar opposites, in terms of physicality.

The one who had jumped down to the tracks was slight, tanned, and had dark hair. His build was designed more for speed than for power. His green-brown eyes stared at her wonderingly. A straightened side-fringe hid the right half of his forehead.

His friend was surely an albino, Hermione concluded. Snow white hair on snow white complexion, with silver-blue eyes. His fair hair hung down on both sides of his face, making him look like an angel. But Hermione wasn't fooled; the boy's smirk, and the build of his body, made her sure that he was a typical Durmstrang boy.

They both stumbled slightly as the train lurched forwards, before turning around and finding seats at the other end of the train. Their tank tops—school gym uniform, she guessed—had their last names on the back.

Nott and Malfoy.

Hermione almost scoffed, before ignoring them completely and staring out the window.

Theo Nott frowned slightly as he saw who was sitting in this end of the train. She was smiling slightly as she eyed his best friend.

"Pansy," he growled. But his tone of voice didn't discourage the seductive smile on her face.

"Theo," she said, without even looking at him.

Theo rolled his eyes as his best friend sat down across from her.

Dear lord, he thought. Draco flirted mercilessly with anything that wore a skirt.

Grumbling mentally, he sat down on the seat in front of Draco, and turned his back on them. He also tried his best to ignore their conversation; Pansy's laugh was shrill at best, and positively nails-down-a-blackboard at worst.

His eyes landed on the Hogwarts girl from the train station. She was steadily ignoring them, her brown eyes watching the scenery flash past.

He didn't know he was staring at her intently, until she looked in their direction. Theo, feeling a little nervous, wondered what made her look at them now, then noticed that Pansy was getting up, still smiling seductively.

Theo heaved a sigh of relief that Pansy went to Salem Institute, instead of being on the entire train ride with them. He even managed a small gracious smile in his relief.

Once Pansy had gotten off the train, his eyes turned back to the Hogwarts girl. She was staring right at him. He eyed her back.

She was pretty, that was for sure. Her skin was smooth and clean, her eyebrows weren't overbearing or too thin; in fact, they were perfect in ratio with her eyes. Eyes that were suddenly narrowed as she frowned at him, before staring out the window again.

"She's really something, isn't she?" he heard Draco say behind him.

Thinking Draco was referring to the Hogwarts girl, Theo replied, "Yeah. She's really… pretty."

Draco didn't respond, and Theo turned his attention back to his friend. Draco was eyeing him apprehensively.

"What?"

"Who were you talking about?"

It was Theo's turn to be confused. "What?"

"I was talking about Pansy."

"Oh."

Draco's confusion suddenly disappeared as he eyed the girl Theo had been staring at. "Were you talking about the Hogwarts girl from the train station?"

"So what if I was?" Theo said, a little defensively. He knew how Draco hated anything Hogwarts.

Draco scrunched his nose. "Please. There are many more pretty girls from Durmstrang. Even Salem has prettier girls. Or even Beauxbatons. Hogwarts girls are trash."

Theo turned away, indicating the conversation was closed, but Draco pushed on, not caring for his friend's feelings, or perhaps not knowing they existed.

"Seriously, Theo. Leave Hogwarts girls alone."

AN: My first Themione. Originally a one-shot, then decided the story could be long enough to post in chapters. Basically, I was sick of reading Themione one-shots-I wanted a long story. So I decided to write one of my own.

I wasn't planning on posting it, but then what the hell. I liked exploring Draco Malfoy's character (I'm usually a Dramione shipper, so making him 'Malfoy' in this story was quite interesting), and I'm sort of happy at how this story turned out.

I also don't like the title of this story. It's too close to Twilight's quote "And so the lion fell in love with the lamb". However, the title has its own symbolisms; Theo Nott in this story is like a lone Wolf, and therefore, "the Wolf and his Lamb". Ah, just read the rest. You'll (hopefully) get it.

Please note: This story is also already completed. It has ten chapters, with a total of 10,600 words.

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