Anything Better? By Dreamer'sDream
I, Hermione Granger made my way to the distant end of the Hogwarts express, not wanting to be seen by anyone including Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. For some strange reason they had stopped talking to me at the beginning of summer vacation. I never confronted them about their distance from me, and I never will. All summer long, I longed for a postcard or a letter, anything that would prove they still cared about me. I guess they don't. I won't blame them. Who would want to hang around with the Hogwarts know-it-all?
As I made my way to the last cabin, I checked to see if anyone was inside. I didn't feel like seeing anyone but I did. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A lonely lion" said Draco Malfoy in a particularly nasty way. He flashed me one of those infamous smirks and I knew he was going to give me hell. "Whatever you say Malfoy, sorry to interrupt" I murmured. As I started to leave he stood up and grabbed my arm. "Leaving so soon??? We didn't even get to catch up?" he mocked me. He was now hurting my arm. "Please let me go Draco, I don't feel like fighting you" I said quietly, not wanting us to be heard. The smirk faded from his face and an expression of shock bounced on. He swiftly let go of my arm and moved closer to me. "What did you call me" he said not blinking once or taking his eyes off of me. I was confused. Wasn't that his name? Why would he get so worked up over his name. "it's your name isn't it?" I said, now a little more daring then before. "Yes it is, but you never used to call me by my real name. It was always either Malfoy or Ferret as I recall." He sat back down in his seat, pretending not to care. "Well... I just thought that because we are in our last year, we should stop acting like immature kids and be reasonable." I still felt like crap but at least he made the train ride interesting. "Well I guess your right. But this doesn't mean that im not going to stop acting like a spineless dickhead." I let out a little laugh. At least he was admitting he was a dickhead. We sat in silence for about a half hour before I said: "I think this year is going to be very interesting don't you think? "Yea maybe"
I, Hermione Granger made my way to the distant end of the Hogwarts express, not wanting to be seen by anyone including Harry Potter and Ron Weasley. For some strange reason they had stopped talking to me at the beginning of summer vacation. I never confronted them about their distance from me, and I never will. All summer long, I longed for a postcard or a letter, anything that would prove they still cared about me. I guess they don't. I won't blame them. Who would want to hang around with the Hogwarts know-it-all?
As I made my way to the last cabin, I checked to see if anyone was inside. I didn't feel like seeing anyone but I did. "Well, well, well. What do we have here? A lonely lion" said Draco Malfoy in a particularly nasty way. He flashed me one of those infamous smirks and I knew he was going to give me hell. "Whatever you say Malfoy, sorry to interrupt" I murmured. As I started to leave he stood up and grabbed my arm. "Leaving so soon??? We didn't even get to catch up?" he mocked me. He was now hurting my arm. "Please let me go Draco, I don't feel like fighting you" I said quietly, not wanting us to be heard. The smirk faded from his face and an expression of shock bounced on. He swiftly let go of my arm and moved closer to me. "What did you call me" he said not blinking once or taking his eyes off of me. I was confused. Wasn't that his name? Why would he get so worked up over his name. "it's your name isn't it?" I said, now a little more daring then before. "Yes it is, but you never used to call me by my real name. It was always either Malfoy or Ferret as I recall." He sat back down in his seat, pretending not to care. "Well... I just thought that because we are in our last year, we should stop acting like immature kids and be reasonable." I still felt like crap but at least he made the train ride interesting. "Well I guess your right. But this doesn't mean that im not going to stop acting like a spineless dickhead." I let out a little laugh. At least he was admitting he was a dickhead. We sat in silence for about a half hour before I said: "I think this year is going to be very interesting don't you think? "Yea maybe"
