People's voices invaded my ears as we made it through the station to platform 9 3/4, incessant babbling about their day or the annoying neighbor across the street that kept stealing their newspaper.
Mentally I sighed, wishing my everyday problems were as simple as theirs, but no, I choose this. You can't really expect to be the best friend of the boy who lived and not have trouble waiting around every corner.
Looking over at the aforementioned boy I smiled, I might never have a peaceful moment from now till my dying day, but I'd never change a thing. He was my best friend and he knew everything about me….well almost everything. Only me and my other best friend, Ginny Weasley, know my deepest and most annoyingly troubling secret…
"'Mione? Are you there?" pulled from my thoughts, I stuck my tongue out and grinned at the ginger haired boy who was waving his hand in front of my face.
"Sorry Ron, I was just thinking about this book that I finished the other day. It was so interesting, you see it was about 15th century wand making and did you know-" Ron held his hands up in mock surrender "Okay, okay no need to put me to sleep before we're even on the train 'Mione. I was just wonder'n cause you seemed to just be like, space'n out ther-" Before he could even finish his sentence, his girlfriend, Lavender Brown, tackled him in a huge hug.
"Omph! Blimey Lav, don't kill me, we just got back!" Ron mumbled squeezing her back before pushing the needy girl off.
"Hey! Ron! Stop make'n out with your girlfriend and hurry up, we need to get on the train already before we miss it entirely!" Ginny teased, rushing to the doors of the Hogwarts express, with Harry and co. following closely.
"I'll catch up in a minute!" I called to the group, but they'd already disappeared inside the train. Fiddling with my small cell phone I sent one last text to my parents before Hogwarts magic rendered it useless and tucked it into my bag. Grabbing my trunk I hurried onto the train myself and started searching for my friends.
As I felt the train lurch out of the station I lost the little balance I naturally had and tumbled backwards onto some hard surface. Biting my lip I looked back to see that the "surface" I had fallen on was in fact, not quite the inanimate wall or student trunk I thought it was, but instead it was a very animate and irritated infamous Slytherin prince.
I quickly scrambled to my feet and dusted myself off, trying very hard not to think about certain things involving certain people who apparently feel like solid walls.
"Merlin Granger, First you practically crush me and then you can't even help me up? Tch, Who knew that Gryffindor's golden girl would be so rude."
His voice was smooth like any aristocratic purebloods should be, but had all of these underlying tones that were almost the only way you could decipher his emotions, which, at the moment, seemed to be mostly irritation. Biting my lip harder I slowly reached my hand out.
"Well It's not my fault you can't hold your own when a 160cm girl falls on you, I'm only 9 stones for Merlin's sake Malfoy." I muttered under my breath, as his cold hand enveloped my sadly small one.
Glaring at me he stood, "I can handle much more than you and your clumsiness Granger." Rolling my eyes at his supercilious tone I dryly replied
"Whatever ferret, what's got your knickers in a twist? Not doing so well without your hapless cronies to back you up?"
A haughty tone and narrowed eyes snapped back waspishly "Please Granger, if anyone here has "hapless cronies" it's you, Merlin knows Scarface and Weaselbee don't have two brain cells to rub together between the two of them."
Not missing a beat, I whipped back "I don't know what you're talking about Malfoy. I think, if anything, you're jealous. I think that you wish you had people who cared more about you than what's in your bank account."
By the way his jaw clenched I could tell I'd succeeded in hitting a nerve. A tiny smirk weaseled it's way onto my face at the thought of my small victory.
With eyes flashing he stepped forward and practically growled out "You of all people should know appearances aren't everything Granger, especially when it comes to me, so I'd suggest you kindly keep your know-it-all bullshit to books and your painfully righteous morals princess." His mercurial silver eyes were glinting in anger as his voice finished in a threatening hiss.
Seething at his condescending tone I snapped back "Go to hell Malfoy." Before grabbing my trunk and storming off in the opposite direction.
That stupid prat. Who does he think he is? Ugh, Godric help me he is just so- so- Infuriating!
My pace slowed as my anger went from a roaring fire to more of a simmering burn and as my head cleared I actually remembered where I was supposed to be going in the first place.
Making up for the lost time I quickly moved through the moving train, passing compartments and paying no mind to the people in them or in the corridor. This resulted in me being on the receiving end of more than a few dirty looks as I mindlessly bumped into them, too lost in my thoughts to really care.
I tried to think about what would have happened if I had punched that smug ferret's face, of how funny it'd look or how satisfying it would be, and I deliberately avoided the thoughts lurking in the back of my mind whispering about grabbing him by his stupid perfectly done tie and kissing him hard, messy, bruising almost.
While my fingers weaved into and destroyed that irritatingly immaculate hair...just once...to see what is was like. To lock lips with that dark unattainable jerk and forget about the world, about everything…about why it was wrong and about how much of an absolute prick he is…
I sighed and killed the thought, deciding instead to look in the window of a compartment I was passing in the hopes of seeing my friends, but instead I found the quite unwelcome sight of two, I assume sixth year, students who are too wrapped up in each other to even notice me blatantly staring at them.
Flushing, I considered interrupting to lecture them on what the use of a compartments curtains are for, but in the end can't bring myself to do it. Scurrying further down the train and trying to erase the mental image I was brought back to my encounter and thoughts from earlier.
In retrospect I wanted to kick myself for letting my temper get the best of me in such a childish manner, I replayed the scene in my head again.
Double checking for any sign that he somehow might know already or that I gave myself away.
Abstractly wondering if maybe, just maybe, he feels what I feel when I look, or even think, of his stupid arse.
The feeling I can't stop, don't want, and do everything to suppress, does he ever feel that?
Yeah... That'd be a stark no.
I never in my life thought that this would happen to me and now that I think about it, I never do, but the fact remains that I, Hermione Jean Granger, sadly and infuriatingly have a revoltingly deep crush on none other than Draco Lucius Malfoy.
AN: Okay so this is the first chapter and I would love to have reviews! Critique, praise, guess, whatever it is I'll be glad to hear it.
I know that the summary states something different than what's in the first chapter, but remember, that is the bigger picture summary. I mean they haven't even gotten to hogwarts yet, but there should be some good harryxdraco bro time soon, or at least a harry talk about draco as the precursor to being bro's time. So all is not lost on that front.
Also a warning, this is my first work, so updates will not be regular or fast for now because life is busy and writing is hard. I am still working on getting the hang of formatting and stuff, so some updates may be to fix things like that. I will not abandon this fic though, I'm determined to see it through.
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