Hermione Granger scowled as she looked over the crowd of first years to find her best friends who were obviously 15 minutes late. The train was about to leave in 10 minutes and she didn't want her friends to get in trouble before they even stepped into the school.
The station was filled mostly with eager first years as all the years above were taking their own sweet time as though the train was going to wait for them. The train waits for nobody. Both Harry and Ron have the first hand experience to that in their second grade.
She sighed for the hundredth time as she saw a couple of fifth years strolling in casually .Other than the fact that her best friends were late, she was getting annoyed by the fact that almost every pair of eyes was looking at her. She could even feel the eyes piercing into her back.
"Is there something on my face?" she thought insecurely.
Actually there was nothing on her face or anywhere on her body for the fact. Hermione Granger was not your average looking American. She was too pretty to be that.
Her dark brown eyes were crystal clear and showed her every emotion, much to her irritation. Those eyes were carved into an exotic almond shape, framed with thick dark eye lashes. One glance and anyone would get lost in them.
Her face was too shockingly beautiful. Her face was a sweet heart shaped. Her nose was the cutest nose that anyone has had the fortune to see and her full lips which were slightly purple attracted everyone's attention when she talked.
Her hair was a glossy dark brown color which shimmered in the light. Her hair fell perfectly around her face and all the down her back in soft curls at the bottom. Her body was hour glassed which any girl would murder for. She was a perfect 5'5.
Even being blessed with such beauty hasn't changed her innocence. She was never arrogant about herself. Not about her looks or even her studies. And trust me, she was clever.
"Finally!" Hermione said as she say the tall figures of Ron and Harry approach her.
"Hey Hermione." The boys said warily, waiting for her outbursts.
"Don't you Hey Hermione me dudes. You two are so late. You know how long I waited for you where is Ginny? Dont tell me she's late?" Hermione rambled on.
All of a sudden, a pair of thin arms wrapped around gasped and spun around.
"Congrats Hermione!! I knew you'd be the head girl. It was bloody obvious actually so i got you a gift even before Dumbledore made his decision." Ginny said.
"Oh my!! Ginny that's so sweet of you!"Hermione said as she opened her present.
Inside a box was a lovely silver bracelet with Purple Heart shaped diamonds. Hermione screamed in delight as she embraced her best girlfriend.
"You remembered that I liked purple!!" Hermione said.
Ginny grinned sheepishly. She and Hermione both started rambling on about their holiday and pulled their trunks into the train with Harry and Ron rambling on about the new dorms.
None of them noticed a dark figure in the shadows hearing their every sentence clearly even though he was about 1 km away. Draco finally moved out of his stone like figure and dragged his feet at human pace towards the train.
As he moved, light shown on his face. Every one around him gasped. There he stood in the light looking like a God. There was no doubt he was handsome. His magnificently features were carved to such perfection that everyone around him cringed with desire to be him or be with him.
His blond hair which fell just above his stormy eyes which were the brightest shade in the light. He was clearly the tallest and the hottest in the whole crowd. No contest there. When he moved, people just stopped and stared at him. Even the guys. It was kind of creepy but he was used to it.
With his trunk in his pocket, Draco Malfoy climbed onto the train carefully as he was afraid he might crush it if he was not careful. Draco was totally getting used to his new self. He finally got used to his looks, his strength, his speed, his cold skin and most of all, he got used to the blood around him.
It was almost a year that he was changed into a vampire,yes, he was a vampire. Last year, he was sick of his parents' attitude so he wandered into the village at night. The next thing he knew, he woke up 3 days later in a dark alley. He had been in excruciating pain for those days. It was like being burnt alive, being run over hundreds of trucks and thrown into acid all at once.
When he opened his eyes, the first thing that he said was 'wow.' His vision was perfect. He could see every dust particle, every feature, and every curve even in the dark. He could hear everything all the way until Canada and he was in America. He could feel the crazy power whizzing up and down his body.
In one fluid movement, he got up and landed at the balls of his feet after going up in the air 7 feet .He was shocked and overwhelmed at himself. The first thing he did was go to professor Dumbledore. Over there, he and Dumbledore worked on him for about a year.
Draco took a whole year to practice his bloodlust so that he wouldn't become a monster. He hunted lions instead because they were the closest to human blood. He refused to drink human blood cause he didn't want to be a monster. He wanted to lead a normal life.
With his determination, he was able to go back to Hogwarts in time for his last year. He had already missed his 6th year but it didn't really matter cause he was stuck being 17 forever. He could have 100 more 6th years to attend. He wasn't getting any older.
Draco was actually the first to arrive at the Station because he didn't sleep and he was bored reading the books collection for the 13th time in the school library. He stayed at Hogwarts for the time being.
He chuckled to himself as he remembered that nobody saw him the whole year and he was right there running really fast around them to practice his thirst, speed control and also to keep in touch of what had been going on the whole year. But he still was amazed that Dumbledore trusted a newborn vampire enough that he let Draco run about the whole school.
Now, experienced and confident, Draco walked down the small path of the train towards the Heads' private suite. He was so lost in thought about the new Head Girl that he barely noticed the heads poking out of the compartments to get better look at him.
He pushed the doors open carefully but was disappointed when the door handle had his fingers craved into ,he quickly carved the handle into the correct shape and carefully went inside the campartment,fearing for the furniture inside.
He sat and stared outside the window. His thoughts were still cloudy which only one image in his head. She looked beautiful. He hadn't seen her for one year and she comes back to his eyesight looking like a goddess.
He had always liked her in his human years. He was rude to her cause he was afraid that his friends might find out that Draco Malfoy liked a now, he was worst that a muggleborn and he wasn't afraid to show his true feelings.
In his fifth year, Hermione Granger started to change. She morphed from a flat chested,bushy haired girl into a woman. Her bushy hair was replaced by beautiful brown poker straight hair and she filled out. He could clearly remember he would be on a ladder in the library and Hermione was at the bottom.
He could clearly remember her bending down to pick up a book and he would get a perfect view of her milky full cleavage as much as her buttoned shirt could show. God knows how many times he had wanked to that memory.
He has stalked her to everywhere, watched her every move and Hermione was never suspected anything cause every time she caught him, he would be glaring or sneering at her.
Showing her that he hated her made life more easier for him, but at the expense of her ,he had made her cry a lot of time but he couldn't stop hurting her emotionally. He didn't want anyone to find out. But now,hes got nothing to lose and things are going to go his way.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone's graceful footsteps. He could hear the steady tempo of her breaths and heart beats. He could hear the wind whooshing around her as she shaked her hair of her eyes. He could hear her hand flexing towards the door handle and pushing it gently to open it.
Then a scent so delicious hit him like a bomb. He stopped his breathing. He couldn't take it. He wanted her. He wanted her blood so terribly that it hurt every muscle in his body. His muscles tensed to attack but he held his position. Out of the 5 million ways he thought to kill her in that very second, came out an image of Dumbledore and his disappointed face.
No. He couldn't face the guilt of disappointing his father like figure. He wouldn't let his father down. He will survive this. He could do this.
Slowly, he turned to face her. He took a tiny breath and winced. But he forced himself to control. Then he tried breathing normally. It ached but he was distracted. He watched in fascination as Hermione's eyes widened in both surprise and wonder.
He heard her heart accelerate. He watched with his mouth a little agape as her cheeks turned red. If his heart was still beating, it would have stopped by now. No need for any sort of venom. He realized with a jolt that he not only wanted her blood, but he wanted her.
If an outsider looked closely enough, he would see that Draco looked like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time. But Hermione didn't notice that. Her eyes were too busy running up and down this God that sat in front of her.
So before Hermione started to hyperventilate, Draco decided to snap her out of her reverie. He stood up, even slower that human speed. Hermione's eyes never left his as he towered over her.
Then warily, he smiled at fainted.