The Hogwarts Express is to be a compilation of any and all Harry Potter drabbles I write. And possibly one-shots. Although I tend to leave them alone. I dunno. I just dislike littering. Here's a blanket statement: I do not own Harry Potter. In my dreams, yeah?
2008.10.03 22:38 EST
Well, games of 'what if' are always fun. So here's the first one. I figured it fit nicely, yeah? Enjoy. Cute and mild Draco x Hermione, friendship.
The Hogwarts Express
"Hello," she sat down across from him on the seat. He looked up in mild surprise. Most of the wizarding lines recognized him, which meant that she had to be a Muggleborn – what was the term? – a Mudblood. He steeled himself for the encounter; his father had warned him about Mudbloods.
"I'm Hermione," she smiled at him, extended her hand in greeting. "Hermione Granger. Nice to meet you."
Draco was confused. His father had said that Mudbloods were scum. Were scum usually polite? In any case, it was enough to confuse him for long enough for his mouth to blurt out a response.
"I'm Draco Malfoy," Draco said. He then winced, slightly horrified. Had that been uncertainty in his tone? His eyes darted around before he could help himself, watching out for his father's appearance. His father would never tolerate such a tone… Malfoy's were perfect – he should never give any other impression to anyone.
"Are you okay?" Hermione cocked her head at him, mildly concern with the slight trembling of the hand that had gone out to reach for hers.
Draco looked up in shock. Alright, polite scum, maybe. Caring scum? That was different. Could… could his father possibly be… wrong? "Yes," Draco replied, forcing confidence into his voice. "I'm perfectly alright. You're a first year student?" Nonsense, he scolded himself. His father was always right.
She flashed him a brilliant grin. "Yes I am! So are you, right? I thought you looked about my age! I'm so nervous about it though…"
A smirk came to Draco's lips – this was territory he knew. Suddenly, thoughts of his father being right or wrong didn't quite matter anymore. Here was someone to impress. "Don't worry about it," he assured her. "I've been told it's all easy. See, there's this Sorting Hat…"