Angel or Devil?
Hello everyone! This story was written by my best friend, Darian (aka SpeedDemon315), and me. This is the first fanfic to be posted on my site. We hope you enjoy it!
Disclaimer: We do NOT own any of these characters!
Chapter 1: Skirmish on the Hogwarts Express
"Hurry up you two, we're going to miss the train!" shouted Hermione to Ron and Harry, her two best friends, "At this rate, the train will be halfway to Hogwarts by the time you guys even get to the platform!"
"Oh c'mon Hermione, it's only 10:45!" whined Ron. Hermione whirled around to face him.
"So? It would be better if we get there earlier so we don't have a panic about missing the train. Plus, with you, Ronald, you probably left something behind," she snapped at him. Hermione turned on her heels and headed toward an entrance to the Hogwarts Express.
"Geez, what's her problem?" asked Ron, a little stung by her retort.
"C'mon Ron, I want to get a good seat," said Harry, grabbing the arm of his friend and pulling him along, "I don't want to keep Hermione waiting."
After wandering throughout the train, Harry and Ron eventually found Hermione in a compartment with Ginny, Neville, and Luna.
"Finally made it on the train?" remarked Hermione as they sat down beside her.
Giving Hermione a scathing glare, Ron directed all his attention onto Harry and began talking about quidditch, something that Hermione could never really care about and discuss with them.
Sighing, Hermione opened up a book from her bag and began reading. She was soon oblivious to her surroundings and she and the book were the only things that existed.
No sooner had they gotten comfortable than their compartment door opened and there stood their archenemy, Draco Malfoy, and his cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
"Well, well," Draco sneered at the six companions, "Look at what we have here: Potty, Mudblood, the Weasels, Loony, and Longbottom sitting all cozy together."
"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Harry coldly. Ron clutched his fists on his knees, resisting the urge to lash out at Draco. Hermione still had her nose buried in her book. Draco glowered her way, determined to make Hermione look up and face him. Hardly knowing what he was doing, Draco leaned over to her and tilted her chin upward with his hand. His icy blue eyes met her mouse brown eyes and her cheeks burned scarlet under his touch.
Mmm, Draco… Hermione thought, Wait a minute, this is Draco Malfoy! She slapped his hand away and pulled out her wand.
"Don't you EVER touch me again, Malfoy," Hermione said fiercely, "or I'll curse you into oblivion!" She spotted menace in his eyes, but he just smirked down at her. He turned and strode out of the compartment, Crabbe and Goyle following him obediently like puppies following their master at his heels.
Thoughts raced through Hermione's mind, I can't like Draco Malfoy…can I? She pushed the thoughts away and buried herself back in her book for the rest of the train ride.