Disclaimer- I (unfortunately) don't own any of the characters, they all belong to the greatest writer in the world, JK Rowling! This story may not have very long chapters, and it's my first fic. So then please cut me some slack!
Note- Just remember, Hermione and Draco have been friends for 1 year. (It's the start of the 6th year) They know all each others secrets, wishes, etc. Read on to find out more!
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I walked onto the Hogwarts Express Platform, gazing over heads to spot my three best friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. I saw Ginny Weasley with her boyfriend, Colin Creevy. They were hugging, this being the first time they've seen each other for a couple of weeks. Much to his own dismay, Harry had set them up last year after just having broken up with Ginny. It's an awfully long story though, I'll not get into it just yet.
I saw Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin idiots who all had the same personality, crafty and hurtful. Pansy and I had become enemies last year because she was always trying to hurt me, physically, or most of all, emotionally. Jealous, I'm guessing, of Draco's and my friendship. She just didn't understand having a boy for a friend. Way over her head. Draco finally talked to her, and she stopped being such an arse, but we still hate each other with the most hatred imaginable. She was always shooting dirty looks my way, and cracking her knuckles when she got near me. She would never do anything like punch me though because she might break a nail. The horror!
I finally spotted Ron, Harry, and Draco arguing over the small, stupid things they always did. "I do wish they would get along," I thought as I walked over and greeted them. I had a warm smile on my face, but that was to be diminished as I heard what they were arguing about. They hadn't even noticed me coming over to see them, they were more concerned about who's right in their dispute though it was more of a competition.
"Hey guys," I eventually said, after hearing them argue over who got more Quidditch practice over the summer. It was quite a boring conversation, spat rather, seeing as I had no interest in Quidditch.
"Mione!" they all shrieked in an tone that was a mixture of shock and delight. All three faces turned to face me, and I smiled contentedly. These were the three people I could be with and never get tired of it. Harry, with his brilliant green eyes hidden behind a transparent glass. The never-changing round frames of his glasses were just beneath his scar that had been there since he was one year old. Ron had a bright smile that showed off all his white teeth that seemed to glitter in the light. His freckles were as noticeable as ever, and his red hair looked even redder under the bright lights of platform nine and three quarters. Draco's pale blonde hair reflected off the beaming light, creating the illusion of a crown of light around his head. His dull, gray eyes lit up when they saw me, and I smiled even wider at this. They weren't so dull if you got to look at them the right way. His high cheekbones made his dimples greatly recognizable.
I was so caught up in my little description world, I hadn't noticed Ron giving Draco a death glare. "Ron what's wrong?" I cautiously asked. I was hoping for a calm reply instead of an outburst which Ron was more prone to do.
"Hecan'tcallyouthat," he muttered, and I was unable to make it out.
"What?" I asked, bewildered.
"He can't call you that!" he bursted out, and I cringed, knowing my prediction had been right on target.
"And why the hell not?" Draco cut in, looking as if he wanted to get up in Ron's face and demand an answer that way, but he stood his ground.
"Because Harry and I started it. I don't want you dirtying it up," Ron retorted, and it was the wrong thing to say. Draco fumed, Harry stepped back, and I stepped in to stop a brawl that was begging to happen.
"You can both call me that, OK?" I said, pushing the two guys apart so my hand was on their chests. I couldn't help but observe how much both of them had been working out over the summer.
"OK," muttered Ron, and at the same Draco mumbled "Fine."
"Hogwarts Express is now loading," called a voice over the magical intercom. All four of us boarded the train, but Draco refused to sit in the same compartment as Harry, Ron and me. Draco finally went over to his Slytherin friends, and he still did have some, while the three of us claimed our usual compartment.
"Why do you do that?" I questioned Ron when we were sitting and on our way to Hogwarts. It had always bugged me, but it seemed exceptionally worse this time.
"Because it's him," was his answer, and I just sighed and sat back, closing my eyes and hoping to drift off to sleep.
*Draco's POV*
"I can't believe you're actually friends with that mudblood, Granger," announced Blaise Zabani {Authors Note- He's a boy in this}"when I had sat down in the already-crowded compartment including Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy. "She's a Gryffindor, and not to mention, her best friends are Potty and the Weasel. You are going against your family heritage, not to mention our house!" he said outraged.
Even Crabbe and Goyle hated the idea that a powerful Slytherin and a mudblood could be friends. They had abandoned me the instant they had found out about my friendship with Hermione. As if I cared though. They were nothing but deadweight that I was actually glad to get rid of. "Humph," they just growled because growling and grunting was basically all they could do. That's at least how it seemed.
"Come off of it!" I said. "We've been friends for over a year, and we're going to stay friends. Nothing any of you do or say is going to change that!" I scolded and they all fell silent. They may have thought I could sink no lower and that I was as good as scum now, but they still respected me. The name Malfoy still held its own and had many of the lower class families looking up to it. I also had a father who would attack anyone if I asked.
"I'm sorry Draco," Pansy said in a soft voice. "I'll try and get used to your friendship best I can, but you do know that we're nearly sworn enemies, don't you?" she said in a hopeful voice that made me wonder if she was putting this on for one reason or another of if she was sincere. It was hard to tell; she was a good actress.
"Yes," I replied senselessly. Was it a real apology? It was really hard to tell. Besides, I had just accepted it. Maybe being a Slytherin wouldn't be so bad this year. Maybe there still was one more person who doesn't care about Hermione's background. But Pansy? I doubt it...but it's possible...
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A/N- So what did you think? Please review and tell me! This is actually my second draft of this chapter which I updated months after the first one came out.
Note- Just remember, Hermione and Draco have been friends for 1 year. (It's the start of the 6th year) They know all each others secrets, wishes, etc. Read on to find out more!
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I walked onto the Hogwarts Express Platform, gazing over heads to spot my three best friends: Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Draco Malfoy. I saw Ginny Weasley with her boyfriend, Colin Creevy. They were hugging, this being the first time they've seen each other for a couple of weeks. Much to his own dismay, Harry had set them up last year after just having broken up with Ginny. It's an awfully long story though, I'll not get into it just yet.
I saw Pansy Parkinson and her gang of Slytherin idiots who all had the same personality, crafty and hurtful. Pansy and I had become enemies last year because she was always trying to hurt me, physically, or most of all, emotionally. Jealous, I'm guessing, of Draco's and my friendship. She just didn't understand having a boy for a friend. Way over her head. Draco finally talked to her, and she stopped being such an arse, but we still hate each other with the most hatred imaginable. She was always shooting dirty looks my way, and cracking her knuckles when she got near me. She would never do anything like punch me though because she might break a nail. The horror!
I finally spotted Ron, Harry, and Draco arguing over the small, stupid things they always did. "I do wish they would get along," I thought as I walked over and greeted them. I had a warm smile on my face, but that was to be diminished as I heard what they were arguing about. They hadn't even noticed me coming over to see them, they were more concerned about who's right in their dispute though it was more of a competition.
"Hey guys," I eventually said, after hearing them argue over who got more Quidditch practice over the summer. It was quite a boring conversation, spat rather, seeing as I had no interest in Quidditch.
"Mione!" they all shrieked in an tone that was a mixture of shock and delight. All three faces turned to face me, and I smiled contentedly. These were the three people I could be with and never get tired of it. Harry, with his brilliant green eyes hidden behind a transparent glass. The never-changing round frames of his glasses were just beneath his scar that had been there since he was one year old. Ron had a bright smile that showed off all his white teeth that seemed to glitter in the light. His freckles were as noticeable as ever, and his red hair looked even redder under the bright lights of platform nine and three quarters. Draco's pale blonde hair reflected off the beaming light, creating the illusion of a crown of light around his head. His dull, gray eyes lit up when they saw me, and I smiled even wider at this. They weren't so dull if you got to look at them the right way. His high cheekbones made his dimples greatly recognizable.
I was so caught up in my little description world, I hadn't noticed Ron giving Draco a death glare. "Ron what's wrong?" I cautiously asked. I was hoping for a calm reply instead of an outburst which Ron was more prone to do.
"Hecan'tcallyouthat," he muttered, and I was unable to make it out.
"What?" I asked, bewildered.
"He can't call you that!" he bursted out, and I cringed, knowing my prediction had been right on target.
"And why the hell not?" Draco cut in, looking as if he wanted to get up in Ron's face and demand an answer that way, but he stood his ground.
"Because Harry and I started it. I don't want you dirtying it up," Ron retorted, and it was the wrong thing to say. Draco fumed, Harry stepped back, and I stepped in to stop a brawl that was begging to happen.
"You can both call me that, OK?" I said, pushing the two guys apart so my hand was on their chests. I couldn't help but observe how much both of them had been working out over the summer.
"OK," muttered Ron, and at the same Draco mumbled "Fine."
"Hogwarts Express is now loading," called a voice over the magical intercom. All four of us boarded the train, but Draco refused to sit in the same compartment as Harry, Ron and me. Draco finally went over to his Slytherin friends, and he still did have some, while the three of us claimed our usual compartment.
"Why do you do that?" I questioned Ron when we were sitting and on our way to Hogwarts. It had always bugged me, but it seemed exceptionally worse this time.
"Because it's him," was his answer, and I just sighed and sat back, closing my eyes and hoping to drift off to sleep.
*Draco's POV*
"I can't believe you're actually friends with that mudblood, Granger," announced Blaise Zabani {Authors Note- He's a boy in this}"when I had sat down in the already-crowded compartment including Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle and Pansy. "She's a Gryffindor, and not to mention, her best friends are Potty and the Weasel. You are going against your family heritage, not to mention our house!" he said outraged.
Even Crabbe and Goyle hated the idea that a powerful Slytherin and a mudblood could be friends. They had abandoned me the instant they had found out about my friendship with Hermione. As if I cared though. They were nothing but deadweight that I was actually glad to get rid of. "Humph," they just growled because growling and grunting was basically all they could do. That's at least how it seemed.
"Come off of it!" I said. "We've been friends for over a year, and we're going to stay friends. Nothing any of you do or say is going to change that!" I scolded and they all fell silent. They may have thought I could sink no lower and that I was as good as scum now, but they still respected me. The name Malfoy still held its own and had many of the lower class families looking up to it. I also had a father who would attack anyone if I asked.
"I'm sorry Draco," Pansy said in a soft voice. "I'll try and get used to your friendship best I can, but you do know that we're nearly sworn enemies, don't you?" she said in a hopeful voice that made me wonder if she was putting this on for one reason or another of if she was sincere. It was hard to tell; she was a good actress.
"Yes," I replied senselessly. Was it a real apology? It was really hard to tell. Besides, I had just accepted it. Maybe being a Slytherin wouldn't be so bad this year. Maybe there still was one more person who doesn't care about Hermione's background. But Pansy? I doubt it...but it's possible...
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A/N- So what did you think? Please review and tell me! This is actually my second draft of this chapter which I updated months after the first one came out.