How strong is Love?
I made sure that Crookshanks was secure in his cage and ran at the seemingly solid wall between platforms 9 and 10. I arrived at platform 9 ¾ only to be surrounded by a redheaded family and one black haired kid.
"How was your summer, Hermione?" Ron Weasley asked as he hugged me.
"It was okay, but I missed you guys," I said into his arm. He released me from is grasp and I turned to hug Harry and the rest of the Weasleys. A whistle sounded signaling that we had 5 minutes to get on the train or it would leave us.
"Come on," I said. Harry, Ron, Ginny and I gathered our trunks and cages of our respective animals. We boarded the train and we found an empty compartment.
"I'm gonna go sit with my friends," Ginny said, making her way down the train. I out Crookshanks on the seat and my trunk up in the storage rack. I walked towards the door of the compartment.
"Where are you going?" Ron asked.
"I have to go meet the new Head Boy," I told him.
"Oh, Okay," Ron said.
"See you later," Harry said. I opened the door and stepped out of the compartment pinning on my head badge. I walked slowly to the front compartment. When I got there, no one was there yet. I sat down and stared out the window. I was thinking of nothing. Or at least nothing until the compartment door slid open and I saw a reflection in the window. He had platinum blond hair, pale, pale skin and a Head Boy badge.
"Malfoy," I said turning around to face him.
"Granger, why are you here?" he asked sneering at me.
"I should ask you the same thing," I said my hand sliding towards my pocket with my wand.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," He smirked but his hand slid to his own pocket.
"Who let you back to school?" I all but spit at him.
"Now, Granger, play nice. We have to share a dorm until the end of school," He smirked again, moving to sit across from me.
"You still did not answer my question," I said, turning to face the window away from his tight shirt that showed off his abs. I could feel his stormy grey/blue eyes boring into me. "Are you going to answer my question?" I asked to the window. Once I turned to face him, I had to try very hard to keep my eyes on his face. It should not be that hard. I scolded myself mentally. He's Malfoy, sent to kill Dumbledore. But he didn't, he couldn't.
"Dumbledore's painting told them to let me in. Something about how I did not actually do something wrong," he said turning to the window. We sat in silence for a few more moments before Headmistress McGonagall came in.
"Thank you for waiting, I had some trouble with the first years," She said straining her robes.
"That's fine," I said.
Malfoy grunted.
"We will announce Heads at the feast. After the feast I will show you two to your room," Headmistress McGonagall said.
"Okay," I said.
Malfoy grunted.
"You may go now," She said, dismissing us. She turned and left. We sat in silence. All I could think about was that I had to share a room for the entire school year with someone who had tortured me for the past six years, wanted me and my friends dead, and was hot. Bad thought, Bad thought.
"You want a picture? I will last longer," Malfoy said, pulling me out of my thoughts. I was staring at him and did not even realize it. I rolled my eyes, got up, and went to leave. As I went to leave his hand shot out to keep the door shut.
"Move, Malfoy," I said, getting irritated. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but closed it. He moved aside opening the door as he went. His eyes held a deep sadness in them. As I walked out the door I looked back, he had hung his head. I couldn't by sure but I thought I saw tears in his ice blue eyes.
On the way back to the compartment, all I could think about were Draco, no Malfoy's eyes and the sadness in them and his unspoken words. I sighed. Maybe one day he will speak them to me, I thought opening the door to the compartment.
"So who's the new Head Boy?" Harry asked.
"You'll find out at the feast," I responded. Both boys sighed, and started a conversation about quidditch. This left me to my thoughts for the rest of the train ride.
