It was nearing time to cross the barrier but still Hermione Granger stood and waited. Nervously bouncing a coke bottle against her leg and staring at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Each year Hermione had had no problem at all running at the magical structure but this year she wasn't sure. Again she glanced down at the ticket in her hand. As usual her letter had come from Hogwarts near the end of the summer holidays but unlike previous years she had not jumped up to collect it and ripped it open enthusiastically. Instead Hermione had sat curled up protectively on the hall chair, by the telephone on its mahogany stand, leaning her head against the yellow wall. Why? Why would the top student in her year and a great lover of magic have had such a hard time just trying to summon herself to open the letter of future requirements from her beloved school and shelter? Anyone could see that Hermione had changed quite greatly in appearance but yet she still seemed the same. Even though now she had begun to have control over factors such as her hair, make-up, clothes and such, she still had that intelligent glint and overeager posture. The only thing was Hermione had had a very…. transforming summer where she had questioned many things about her privileged life and had come to many decisions but one still lingered. What was magic really?
"Are you going to get out of my way, Mudblood or do I need to have you removed?" A cold voice demanded, bringing Hermione out of her deep reverie. She turned to see a familiar blond head; well actually as she was only 5ft1" (A/N like me!) she turned to see a line of shirt buttons. Her eyes shot up immediately from the red shirt to a familiar but greatly disliked sneering face. Draco Malfoy.
"Bite me" she retorted, turned, gripped the bar of her trolley and strode purposefully towards the hidden entrance. Chuckling Draco waited till Granger had disappeared. Heaven forbid that he should even be seen within 5 metres of her. Even though he felt no guilt whatsoever for his remarks, which he knew would have gotten a rise out of her, he couldn't help wondering about the slight hesitation he had seen in her movements just before she disappeared through the bricks. Curious he thought but being a Malfoy spent no more time pondering over a Mudblood even if she was looking remarkably good in that blue dress.
Once aboard the gleaming red steam train Hermione felt remarkably relaxed, although she never fully let her guard down. After a quick hello to Ron, Harry and Ginny where they decided to wait till dinner to meet up, and also having bumped into a distraught Neville, who once again had predictably lost his toad, she found the carriage marked "Head pupils". The door stuck a bit but in the end after a lot of struggling (and possibly a few subtle, undignified kicks) she managed to open it. Ending up with a sore hand (from the wrestle with the door) and a thumping headache she planned to rest her eyes for just a few seconds she promptly fell asleep on the velvet seat. About quarter of an hour later a certain blonde head appeared at the window of the door. Of course instead of a clumsy struggle with the door this wizard casually flicked his wand at the door. Upon seeing the sleeping witch a twisted smile passed his features as he settled into the opposite seat and pulled out a black book.
"Should have guessed" he thought before diving into the world hidden in pages of black print.
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