CHAPTER ONE: Its Been Awhile.
"Ron!" Hermione called running up to him. She threw her arms around him kissing him wistfully. She smiled into his eyes as he begun to swing her around. Her laughter echoed everywhere. That beautiful smile of hers.
Malfoy Manor:
"Damn Weasley!" I yelled sitting up in bed. I cursed under his breath. I had feelings for that filthy mood-blood? Of course not that was ridiculous. Or was it? "Arghh! What does it even matter! She loves that Weasley!" I looked over at the bedside clock. "Dammit im going to be late!" I grabbed my trunk and hastily threw my school robes in. I rushed over to my wardrobe and scrambled around in it. I pulled out a soft blue shirt and a pair of black straight leg pants. Scrambling over to my large mirror I looked at my stylishly messed up hair. I decided I need not bother with it.
"Draco! We need to be leaving now! What is with you?!" Luscious called from downstairs. "Coming father!" I called grabbing the trunk and dashing down the stairs. I watched my father roll his eyes disgustedly. I couldn't help but look down in shame. I looked over to my mother who gave me a smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. What a disgusting person i was. "Come along then," He heard his father say. He left the house throwing his things into the old fashioned carriage the Malfoy's tended to use.
Kings Cross Station:
I could see her just across the platform. She looked so beautiful with her brown curls spiraling down over her shoulders. I savored the image of her. Of course not everything lasts. I could see that disgrace to wizards everywhere. I nearly hurled at the sight of him grabbing her in such a way. Pulling her closer to him in an embrace. I stifled a growl as i swaggered over. "Feeling up on mud-bloods eh Weasley? Can your family sink any lower?" I smirked proud at the reaction from Weasley. I didn't hear all of it though. I was startled at the look in Hermione's eyes. So full of pain and anger. I wanted so badly to apologize. Still i kept my cruelty though and stepped onto the train. That beautiful little mud-blood, "How youve stolen my heart," I whispered under my breath.