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Chapter 1
The Beginning...
Hermione smiled as she stepped onto Platform Nine and Three Quarters. How she missed the certain aroma in the air. The smell you can only sense when you are around people like yourself. Hogwarts was arguable Hermione's favourite place to be. After all the turmoil over the summer, god knows, Hermione needed to go somewhere to get away from it all. Sure Hogwarts had it's down side. The stress of school work, getting assignments done and handed in. Plus all the other stuff, Harry's frustration at You-Know-Who's return, Ron not caring about anything but telling Harry how to run he's Quidditch team and of course the always annoying Draco Malfoy whom she would be sharing a common room with and would have too see every Friday night for annual Prefect meetings and every second Thursday to patrol the corridors. It was going to be a very eventful year, but Hermione was not going to let all that get to her. This was her final year and she was determined to enjoy it, that doesn't mean she will be slacking off. Everything will be the same, but Hermione made a promise to herself she would not get too involved in her school studies. She would lay down some time for herself and her friends.
As she stepped onto the train and found the Head Cabin she sat down, making herself comfortable, she pulled out the first book she could find, which just so happened to be one of her new purchases from Borgin and Burkes.
Anchient Tales From The Last Trinacale.
She was so intangled in her book that she didn't notice someone walk in and sit opposite her. He fumbled around for something, then rested his eyes on Granger. He stared at her with his notorious smirk, a devious plan developing in his head. He stood up slowly, his smirk growing wider and then he let out the biggest scream. Hermione must have hit the roof cause Draco Malfoy went flying backwards onto his seat, he didn't mind at all, as he was laughing so hard his veins were popping out.
Once Hermione had calmed herself down, she took the book she was reading and hit Malfoy over the head with it. That stopped him laughing and he angrily grabbed the book from her.
"Don't ever hit me again, Mudblood," Malfoy said, holding the book above his head. Hermione straightened her robes out and sat back down. Malfoy stared at her confused, then he looked at the book above his head and back at her.
"Aren't you gonna fight me for your book back, Granger?" Malfoy asked, oblivious as too why she wasn't calling him every insult under the sun.
"Nope," She simply replied, staring out the window waiting too hear the whistle signal that the train was moving. Then she'd go find Harry and Ron. Remind them that she has to stay in the Head Cabin all the way to Hogwarts and hopefully they will ask too join her. But seen as they both know who is Head Boy, she doubts they will even concider it or even think of inviting her to join them.
"Why?" Malfoy asked, sitting down and pulling the book towards his chest. He had no idea why he was asking her these questions, but he could sense something had changed about her. He remembered oh-so-clearly the order his father had reminded him about in the car on the way to the train station. He figured when he first saw Granger that then was the best time to call a truce. And the fact they were both Heads helped him out a lot, at least he had a plausible excuse. He was kinda hoping that Granger would ask for the truce first, but that little plan was so far failing.
"Well, Malfoy. I know that you won't give my book back without a fight and frankly I am too tired to argue with you the whole way too Hogwarts so I am just going to mind my own business and hopefully you will do the same. Once, you are finished hugging my book, if you have any sense of decency in you. Unlikely.You'll give it back." She smiled, satisfied with her response and looked back out the window.
"Who are you, Mudblood, to tell Draco Malfoy that he has no decency,"
Hermione pretended not to hear him. She had heard Malfoy call her Mudblood a million times and albeit to most witches and wizards the name was still a disgrace, she really didn't care about it anymore. Finally, the whistle sounded and she felt the train begin to move. Standing up, she grabbed her book bag and without looking at Malfoy, she stepped out. Searching up and down the train she couldn't find Harry or Ron anywhere, she had asked Neville and Seamus but they said they hadn't seen them at all. She ran into Ginny along the way, but Ginny said she slept over Lavenders and came with her. That made Hermione anxious. "Where could they be." she thought. Getting tired and hungry she decided to head back to the head cabin, maybe they were avoiding her cause they knew she wanted them too sit with her. That's probable it she thought as she opened the door to the cabin. Her eyes widened and she let out a gasp before slamming the door shut. She heard fumbles and a lot of profanity being spoken then the door opened again and out came Pansy Parkinson.
"Granger," Pansy spat out looking up and down at her. Hermione thought she saw a hint of jealousy lurk in her eyes before she turned around said goodbye to Malfoy and walked away, knocking Granger into the wall. Hermione rubbed her shouldar and slowly walked in and shut the sliding door. Malfoy was looking down at his shoes with a tad bit of red on his face.
"Malfoy, did you do anything on my side of the cabin" Hermione asked, staring at her seat and hoping that nothing remotely foul had happened there. Malfoy shook his head, and Hermione sat down.
"Next time, maybe you should put a "do-not-disturb" sign on the door then innocent eyes like mine won't see hidious displays like that!"
Malfoys embarrassment turned to anger and he glared at her.
"At least I can get some, you've probable never had a real boyfriend in your life, let only a real shag" Malfoy snapped, his words disturbed Hermione in a way he would never know. She shuddered as if she was disgusted and rolled her eyes. Grabbing her book bag and hugging it she stared out the window.
Yes, she had never had a real boyfriend. At the time she thought Viktor Krum was, but she realised that he was merely just a fling. Over the years she had dated many guys, none of which ever sat foot in Hogwarts. They were all the dumb clueless boys that occupied her neighbourhood. She would never dream of dating anyone who went to Hogwarts. Hogwarts was always a place were she could be whatever she wanted to be. At home, she had no choice but too be herself. And noone not even Ron or Harry knew of the ghastly things she had done before and after being accepted into Hogwarts. Let's just say, it's always the quiet one's who cause the most trouble.
Hermione closed her eyes and drifted off into sleep. Completely forgeting that Malfoy was in the room and not noticing that he had been staring at her the whole time. He's eyes gazed over her, trying to figure out what she was thinking. He remembered the scrawny bushy haired brat he met in Year 1, the annoying over-achiever he labelled Mudblood in Year 2, the stubborn but daring Granger who slapped him in Year 3 and the potter loving sidekick he grew to despise in Year 4.
Since then he's hatred for the golden trio had grown so fierce that he often day dreamed about what he would do to all three of them if he had the chance. That's why he didn't put up fight with his father when he asked him to get close to Granger, listen to her and gain her trust. The Dark Lord was getting stronger everyday and he wanted to make sure that when he was at his strongest. He would have a clear path to Harry Potter. Malfoy understood that, and it excited him too know he knew of Potters fate before anybody else, and screwing with Grangers head, toying with her feelings and her heart. What better way to get revenge on her. What better way to build her up to bring her crashing down. It was the perfect payback. If only he couldn't help but feel disgusted by the thought.
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