This is my first piece of fan fiction, I just wrote it now so I don't know if I'll carry it on or not. Depends if I get any good reviews or not, If I get one good review I'll carry it on, so long as I know at least 1 person doesn't think its complete rubbish. Rated T for safety.
I obviously do not own Harry Potter, if I did I would not be writing this, I'd be writing the real 7th book.
There seventh year was starting, Draco, although he would not admit it too most, was looking forward to the year starting, anywhere was better than where he was. This was his last year of freedom, the day he graduated Hogwarts Voldemort would be initiating him into the Death Eaters. The Blonde haired boy took his trunk by the handle and began the journey down to the car.
"Harry! Over here!" Hermione called, a confused looking Harry Potter turned around to face her, glasses wonky and hair messier than ever he stumbled over to her and caught her in a tight embrace.
"Mione…. How was your summer?" he asked
"I studied a little, well a lot and well Harry, Me and – Wait he'll want to be here when I tell you, Oh Harry!"
"Aww, now I'm excited!"
Hermione with a broad grin on her face, seemed to be looking for someone, or something, she looked expectantly as the platform entrance, A trolley was being pushed through, she held her breath and a light seemed to flow over her, but then she let her breath out the suitcases were green, not the red she had been so desiring.
Draco strutted through the platform, his nose stuck high in the air and he confidently placed one foot in front of the other, he turned his head slowly and his gaze landed on no other than Hermione Granger, Mudblood, Know it-all. How he hated her, he looked her up and down, she looked different, attractive maybe? He quickly pushed the thoughts out of his mind and kept on walking until he was as the train and loading his trunk up. He entered and sat in an empty compartment, he needed some time alone to ponder his thoughts. No, she didn't have curves in all the right places, and no her hair was not in perfectly formed ringlets but yet the only word he thought of when he looked in those shining eyes was beautiful. And that's what she was to him, beautiful. Hermione Granger was beautiful. He Draco Malfoy, thought Hermione Granger was beautiful.
WHAT!! I am not thinking this! She's a know it all mudblood bitch!
You said she was beautiful
Did not
I heard you Draco
Who are you anyway!
I'm your conscience
What
Must I repeat myself?
Yes.
I refuse.
This is ridiculous; I'm not talking to you anymore
You do that.
Bastard…
Draco….
Draco shook his head and looked out the compartment, standing right in front of him was Granger and Weaslebee… kissing.
HERMIONE
Ron pushed her wrists up against the wall, he licked her bottom lip, begging for entrance, she obediently opened her mouth and Ron took full advantage. Draco's head could be seen obviously if either of them had looked but they were hardly paying attention to there surroundings... Draco's heart pounded, he didn't know why he didn't even like her! And lets just say his heart wasn't the only one racing.
Everyone was just caught up in the moment.