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Worlds Apart
"Hermione, you're going to miss the train if you don't hurry up." Ron shouted from the window of the compartment he had saved.
"I'll be right there," I responded.
Rolling my eyes, I bid my parents good-bye. Going into my 7th and final year at Hogwarts, I knew everything would be different. I had been made HeadGirl. No one knew who the HeadBoy was, although I had heard that Draco Malfoy had turned it down. I dragged my trunk behind me as I made my way to the Heads compartment.
"Watch it Mudblood," Draco Malfoy sneered.
"What, to good for HeadBoy?" I retorted.
Finally, he gave up and continued to find a compartment. Walking into the Heads compartment, I didn't even look to see if the HeadBoy was there or not, I just threw my stuff onto the shelf, and sat down. Facing away from the door, I glanced around the empty compartment, and settled into the seat. Glancing at my watch, I noticed that we had left Kings Cross about an hour ago.
Was I really staring at Malfoy that long?He did look good though.
Sighing, I shook that last thought from my head. I would not think about the bloody ferret as anything other than that, a ferret. Closing my eyes, I almost didn't hear him come in.
"Asleep already Granger? Life with the muggles that hard?"
I barely heard the voice because it was so soft and quiet.
There's no way that voice could belong to a Slytherin, espically not Malfoy. This might be better than I thought.
Slowly, I sat up straighter and turned to look who had entered. Sitting across from me was none other than Blaise Zabini. My jaw dropped. How could I get stuck with the only person in the school worse than Malfoy himself?
"Zabini."
"Granger."
"How'd you get Head? Everyone else turn it down?"
"Bite me."
"Fuck off."
"Aww, the Mudblood has a mouth on her."
I rolled my eyes, and pulled a book out of my trunk. I was not going to sit here the entire way to Hogwarts listening to him insult me, nor would I continue to insult him. I was better than that.
Damn, how did I get lucky enough to get to live with probably the hottest guy in school for an entire year. He is better than Malfoy. Nicer body, more muscular, and probably a better personality too.
I threw my book down, I was getting aggrivated at my thoughts. I knew I shouldn't because I would be living with him for the entire year. It was hard not to apprieciate his lean body though. Sighing, I grabbed my uniform and robes and went to go change. Before I got out the door, I heard Blaise mutter:
"This will prove to be an interesting year. A very interesting year."
I didn't even look back, or acknowledge that I had heard him. Even though I knew that he was right.