AN/Short and sweet, I'll see you more to the end! Anyways! I revised it, and I hope I got the typos...also working on a third chapterXD
As various families passed to saw their children off to Hogwarts, they unconsciously skirted around him. The strange boy leaning against the pillar emitted a strange and hostile air. He stared at them coldly, daring them to ask. He watched as they walked by nervously, glancing at him like one would glance at someone talking to themselves on the street. They looked at him with fear.
Blaise was unhappy. In fact, he was beyond unhappy; he was livid. Draco Malfoy, the precious baby son of Lucius Malfoy, his father's best friend was Head Boy. Draco was a few months younger than Blaise and was a spoilt brat, in his opinion. Generally, when you grow up with someone, you grow to be friends, but in this rare instance, they had grown to dislike each other immensely. Draco, being an only child got everything he wanted, when he wanted it.
Like, for example, if he wanted to be a prefect, his father bullied the Directors Board for Magic Schools and Academies into letting him be one. If he wanted his father to bribe some smarter Slytherin students to do his school work for him, then Daddy came down to the school with a bag of money and an iron fist.
Blaise however was a seventh child in a family of nine, and was virtually ignored by his parents. And now they had the audacity to tell him the Dark Lord insisted that he be Draco's mentor for his upcoming initiation, and Merlin knows the Dark Lord must be obeyed. So, here he was waiting for the ponce. On top of all this, he had to meet with Malfoy Jr. every two weeks to inform him of what was going on in the underworld.
As he stood stewing in his hatred for the boy, he found a very strange thought flashed through his mind. 'I'm rather glad for that Granger girl." As he considered it further he realized he was, in a strange selfish way. Mostly because the one thing Malfoy couldn't have, no matter how hard daddy tried, was the top spot in school. Granger had always managed to surpass Draco, even when he had the smartest Slytherins doing his work for him. The girl just absorbed knowledge like a sponge!
A faint squeal of happiness interrupted his brooding, so he snapped his head up, looking around curiously for the disturbance. Once he found the source, he rolled his eyes and looked back to the ground. The Golden Trio had reunited once more, and it was Granger who had squealed. A warm happy laugh sounded, and as he looked up again, he met the girls' eyes very briefly. He quickly dropped them, and then looked up once more. She was now talking to the Weasley boy about something.
They were a deep amber color, her eyes, almost like honey. She was unremarkable, of medium height with simple curves and pretty features. She wasn't quite a beauty, with her slightly frizzy hair, and know-it-all attitude, but she was nice, for a Gryffindor. He liked her eyes best though; they were kind. He continued to watch her for quite a long while. Malfoy never showed up.
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As the car pulled up to the curb in front of Kings Cross Station, Hermione nearly dove out before it had even stopped. She had missed Harry so much…and Ron too of course. As soon as her parents car came to a halt, she jumped out. She turned around quickly however, as soon as she heard,
"Hermione , dear, forgetting something?"
She turned and gave her father a large hug, and grabbed her trunk.
"I'll write you, Dad, I promise," she called before running off towards the entry to the magical platform.
"Have fun, dear," her father called after her.
She turned and grinned before disappearing to the magical world.
Hermione ran to the middle of the square and stood on her tiptoes, searching franticly for her two best friends. They had said they would meet her right here. Where were they? Suddenly, she was scooped up into a crushing hug by two very strong, warm, and happy, pairs of arms.
"Eeeee! Ron, Harry, put me down!!"
The boys obliged, and she turned on them only to begin laughing at their sheepish grins. Ron hadn't grown much-not that he needed to- but his hair had lengthened, now hanging down around his chin. Harry, however, had gone through another spurt, now towering over her at around 6'3". His hair had also grown, falling into his eyes.
Ron started telling her all about a Quidditch game he and Ginny had played, when she looked over and found a pair of dark eyes looking back at her from a distance.
"Who is that?" she inquired, dazed.
"…and then Ginny threw the quaffle, and I reached…Huh? Oh, him, that's Blaise Zabini. Why, Mione?"
The boy, Blaise Zabini apparently, was still watching her intently. He had deep cobalt eyes, and his deep brown hair reached casually past his eyebrows. His skin was a light bronze, and his features sharp. He dropped his eyes, as if embarrassed.
Still staring at him she replied distractedly, "No reason. He keeps looking at me is all…"
"Well, he'd better stop, dirty Slytherin git. No-one looks at my girl, 'cept me and Harry." Ron muttered, heatedly.
That got Hermione's attention.
"Your girl? Since when was I your girl?" she exclaimed irately.
Ron stuttered in his own defense, "I...uh…what I meant was…erm…"
"Oh, whatever, Ronald. Harry, I've got to go to the heads compartment, I'll catch up with you later, alright?", and with that she stormed off leaving Ron to carry her trunk as well as his own.
"Girls, eh, Harry?" Ron muttered dejectedly.
Harry just shook his head and smiled. Ron had a lot to learn.
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Everyone boarded the train, and began the long and joyful ride to their home away from home.
AN/Woahah. I'm back! sorry I haven't updated. Life is crap. Anyways! I didn't like the original, so I changed a few things, took out the parts that people thought were funky, added more romance...kindof...yes. I will see you again in chapter three, duhduhduhn! o.O
