Forbidden Love
Hey, this is my first fic and I hope that you love it!! I have planned out the plot and know pretty much where im going with this so it should be a pretty good story. It will be much longer too. I hope you will enjoy reading this and please review to tell me how im going and what you think of my story!!! Thanks =) And if you have any ideas that I could add to my story, id be grateful!!
Dracos Gurl
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing related to Harry Potter, like the characters, the settings and stuff like that. I do however own the 3 6th year prefect characters from Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff. They're actually names of friends so yeah. And I do own the plot, that I hope is very original. So please don't sue or take any legal action against me writing this fanfic. The only thing out of this is happiness =) No money is being made so lay off with the lawyers aye? Sorry for blabbering on.
ENJOY!!!
Stepping out of the car, she immediately straightened her clothes. They had wrinkled during the long ride here. She had to make herself look neat no matter what feelings she felt. She was after all the Head Girl Prefect of Hogwarts. She walked to wards the end of the car and was met by her father. He carried the heavy wooden trunk out of the boot. Hermione gathered smaller items and placed them into a stack while her father went off to get a trolley for her load. It was like every other first day of September, except that she just had one less piece of luggage to look after and carry.
She walked into the crowded station and spotted many familiar faces. She pushed her trolley with her parents closely following her from behind. They were worried about her as she did not seem as eager to go back to Hogwarts as she had the previous 6 years and they had guessed that it was caused by what had happened during her summer holidays.
Spotting a red head above the crowd, she turned around and hugged her parents goodbye and then ran towards the bobbing red head, then ran back to retrieve the forgotten trolley. "Hermione!!!" the two boys cried in perfect unison. As she got within two metres of them, Harry had grabbed her into a big bear hug. And Ron did the same immediately after Harry had let go of his embrace. She studied her two best friends as they had released her and were grinning at her.
Harry had grown taller and was much taller than Hermione. He still had the messy black hair and the hypnotic emerald green eyes that Hermione fell in love when she first got a chance to look at them properly. He had lost the glasses and had acquired contacts making him look very cute. And of course he still had the scar that made him the infamous Harry Potter, the boy who lived.
Ron too had grown and he was taller than Harry. His once flaming red hair had grown darker just slightly but noticable. He was well built from being a keeper on the Griffindor Quidditch team after Oliver Wood had left. A sprinkle of freckles still dotted the adorable face of his.
Blushing he let go and looked into Hermione's dark brown eyes. They were missing the usual sparkle that they held.
"Hermione, are you ok?" Ron asked her quietly.
"Oh Great, don't mind me, I'm just tired" came her reply.
The two boys looked at each other and shrugged. They loaded Hermione's and their own luggage on board the Hogwarts express and then boarded it themselves. The infamous trio walked down the narrow corridor to their favourite compartment and sat down heaving a sigh of relief that they had finished the hectic rush of boarding the train. A few minutes before the train was about to departure they were sitting in silence, just staring at nothing in particular until Ron broke the ice.
"So Hermione, tell me that your Head Girl, cause if you aren't then I just lost 10 sickles to Dean."
"Yeh I am, why who did Dean bet on?" Hermione enquired.
"Well ever since he started going out with Padma last year, he thinks that she's the best and yada yada yada. He made a bet that she would actually become Head Girl, HA! No-one can beat out Hermione."
"Who is the head boy?" Harry asked her dreading who she would say.
"Why its our favourite green and silver friend, teachers pet to Snape." Hermione answered rolling her eyes into her head.
"What him?!?!" Ron cried out, then blushed to see that 4th years "passing by the compartment looked at him strangely. "Well I must admit, he is quite smart, his O.W.L marks were nearly as good as mine." Hermione stated in her matter of fact-ly voice.
"Whatever Mione, I bet that his father made him Head boy, you know how he's on the board and he bribes, manipulates and blackmails the other members", Ron told the other two.
Again the group fell into an uncomfortable silence. Hermione stared out of the window and saw that they had started to leave the station. She pulled out her favourite book that she had read at least 500 times since she had first learnt that she, Hermione Granger would be going to Hogwarts, "Hogwarts: A History. As her eyes scanned over the familiar text, she half listened to the Harry and Ron talk about their stay at the burrow over the holidays and was soon bored. She almost fell asleep when an irritated knock came from the door. She shot up out of her half awake depression state and looked only to see Malfoy. A face she definitely did not feel like looking at.
"What do you want Malfoy?" Ron asked glaring at the blonde slytherin that stood leaning against the green metal door.
"Nothing to do with you, I came for Granger, Heads meeting in compartment 13, then Prefects meeting in 24. Just coming to get her since she obvious forgot, geez Weasley."
Hermione had totally forgotten due to her zombie state of mind. She gathered some parchment and quills and stood up to leave.
"I'll be back later you guys..bye" she said as she pushed past Draco. He was about to follow her when he was grabbed by two sets of strong arms and pulled back into the compartment.
"If you touch so much as one hair on Hermione, I swear ill hex you into the next millennium." Ron threatened the tense Draco.
"And I'll help him ferret boy" Harry grinned as he said that. Remembering back a few years to when they had turned him into a ferret, he shuddered then pulled him self together and wstalked out of the door to follow an annoyed Hermione. But not without his famous smirk to the two left behind.
The Head Boy and Girl walked the opposite way to the compartment they had just been in to number 13. They opened the door and sat down opposite each other.
"First things on the list," Draco said as he scanned the parchment that had been given to him by Professor Snape. "is ..........the Halloween Ball, which no doubt you'll be going with one of your boyfriends I'm guessing?"
And then Hermione broke down in hysterical tears. She couldn't hold it in any longer. She cried and she sobbed.
"Aw geez Granger, I was just kidding, please stop crying, I want to live and graduate and die an old man, warm in my bed. Please if you don't stop crying, Potter and Weasly are gonna kill me. I'm too young and handsome to die!!!" He looked at her to see if she had reacted to his rambling on. He could hear a small giggle and a pause from crying for about two seconds until she started the waterworks again.
Sighing, not knowing what else to do and wanting to keep his precious Malfoy life, he leaned over to Hermione and put an awkward arm around her. Well the best that he could, since he had never hugged anyone before, this was his first hug, and he definitely wasn't good at it either.
He kept his hold on Hermione and she just cried into his shoulder creating a large damp spot on his Slytherin robes. But he didn't care and it certainly didn't seem like that she cared either. For half an hour, he sat there comforting her, soothing her with semi- nice calming words, well as nice as a Slytherin can be.
The whole time Hermione felt safe in his arms, in this slytherin prince's arms. Harry and Ron's most hated enemy making him, her most hated enemy too. When Hermione had finally stopped crying, she felt that after half an hour of bawling and tears, Draco deserved to know the truth in why she was crying. But she felt kind of stupid in telling him, but still he deserved to know.
Lifting her tear stained face, with her puffy red eyes, she looked into his own cold yet inviting blue, silvery eyes. Then she started her small story of sorrow and heart break.
