Hermione's POV
I grab hold of Ron's hand for the support I know I'll need as we approach the school grounds. My stomach feels upside down and I start to feel sick as the grief floods over me once again.
Too many.
All of the innocent lives gone.
Why did it have to be this hard? It was like walking up to the graveyard where all your loved ones dwelled. I squeeze Ron's hand before my emotions tumble out again.
We all would need a hand to hold. The crumbling debris and dust flashes in my mind as we survey the rebuilt castle. I shake my head, this is going to be a good year.
My eyes widen at the beautiful sight. The castle gives off a magical vibe with its towering points and smooth stone. If the first years hadn't known about the Battle, they would've believed nothing changed. But everyone in our world knew the terrible state everything was in during that time.
" 'Mione, come on. Harry and the others are already in the castle." Ron interrupted my thoughts as I was brought back to reality. He leaned in awkwardly and pecked my cheek, as the butterflies fluttered, I heard a familiar and dreaded drawling voice. Just then, the tall blonde crashed between our clasped hands.
Malfoy...
why is he here? Shouldn't he be in Azkaban?
He stopped and turned around slowly. Malfoy's eyes squinted as he carelessly looked from Ron to me. He averted his gaze to the ground where my book had flew out from under my arm thanks to Malfoy's arrogance.
Ron dropped my hand and walked briskly toward my book, but he wasn't quick enough. Malfoy bent low to the ground, his blonde locks tumbling across his eyes. Before I registered what he was doing, he swaggered toward me with my book in his hand. He swung his head to the side in a seductive way to remove the hair from his eyes.
I wanted to look over to Ron for some kind of explanation, but Malfoy's eyes were so intensely blue. The ice froze my whole body as he stopped in front of me.
5 inches in front of me to be exact!
As his eyes held me still as a statue, his hand grazed my wrist. He dramatically dropped the book in my hand and I expected his hand to be as cold as his gaze, but they were surprisingly warm...
...and electric
I gulped for air but my throat was parched. He gave me a slow wink as he walked away without a glance at Ron. He stalked off with his head held high, swung his briefcase back and forth and walked toward the castle.
A tall, supermodel-like brunnette glided past me and a little too closely to Ron. But I was too flabbergasted from a minute ago to notice the lust from Ron as his eyes widened.
Draco's POV
The mudblood's honey colored eyes flash across my mind as I take another swig of firewhiskey.
Stupid mudblood, always clouding my thoughts for no reason.
The Great Hall is annoyingly loud with the eager and excited first years craning to get a better glimpse of Hogwarts. The flask of liquor is cold against my chest where it's hidden beneath the black suit. My hand slowly slides between the soft fabric, but I catch McGonagall's eyes on me.
Merlin, woman, I'm a prisoner from Azkaban! What do you expect me to be doing? Not smiling, I can tell you that much.
The Sorting Hat ceremony flies by as my vision becomes more blurred. Zabini and Parkinson try to meet my eyes in an attempt at conversation, but think better of it considering the state I'm in. My eyes find the Gryffindor table unwillingly.
Weasel's eyes lock with mine at first, but his gaze softens as his eyes wander to someone else. I follow his eyes and almost gasp.
Who is that brunette?