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A/N: This is my first HP fic. It will be a Draco/Hermione starting seventh year. Personally, I think they are the greatest couple ever! Well, only slightly above Snape/Hermione. Hehehe! Ok, so please read and review!
Green Dragon, Red Lion
Chapter 1: On Board the Hogwarts Express
I ran my hand threw my white-blonde hair. I had woken up too late that morning to slick it back with gel. I could have used a spell, but for some reason I decided to leave it the way it was. I was leaning against the wall of platform 9 3/4, having just crossed through the barrier. I had never liked crossing the barrier and I was always disoriented after crossing it. Walking through walls incorporated a split second of nonexistence and I had always been afraid that after crossing I would cease to exist permanently. The idea made my insides squirm. What would the world be like without Draco Malfoy? Someone had to counteract the sickening purity of the Gryffindor Dream Team. Without evil, there is no good, right? Right, that's what my Father taught me. Although I had always hated my father for what he did to me, he knew the truth of the world and the truth of good and evil.
I was stopped in my thoughts when the train's whistle blew. I wondered where Crabbe and Goyle were, but then remembered that they had been expelled the year before. This was going to be a difficult year. Malfoy Code, Article 5: Never commit treachery unless you have the muscle to back it up. I had committed much treachery in the past 6 years at Hogwarts, but now I had no muscle to back it up. If I didn't find new minions, even Neville Longbottem would be beating on me. Argh, I hate getting beaten up, it leaves bruises and hurts. I boarded the train and began to look for a compartment, which did not contain someone who would be libel to beat on me. That left only the Slytherins, who weren't happy with me either after I had dumped Pansy Parkinson. I should have boarded the train earlier - I would have been able to find an empty compartment and survive the trip to Hogwarts. I had made in 2/3 of the way through the train when I found a compartment with someone I had not tormented. There was only one person in it, a girl with black hair, streaked with red. I could not even remember having ever met her. I took a closer look, and saw that she had black finger nails and was currently drawing an intricate design with her quill on her left arm. She was still in muggle clothes, so I could not tell which house she was in. I knocked on the side of the doorway, so as to alert her to my presence. She did not look up, merely continued the artwork on her arm.
"Um, mind if I join you?" I asked hesitantly. Still no reaction. "I'll take that as a yes," I said as I closed the door and sat down across from her. She still continued her drawing, oblivious to my presence. She was wearing steel toed boots, baggy black pants, a revealing black tank top, and fishnet going down her right arm. Her long hair hid her face from view, but her skin was very pale. The design on her left arm had now passed her elbow. "Do you draw much? Or is your body the extent of your doodles?" I thought I saw her smile for a second from behind her hair, finally a reaction. She knew I existed. I sat there, watching her draw and twiddling my thumbs for the next hour until her designs had reached the strap of her tank top. She put the black quill in her bag (black with red splotches. Blood?). She looked up and I glimpsed her face. She was gorgeous. Her pale skin rivaled my own, her eyes were thickly lined in black, and her black lips wore an expression of shock and disgust.
"Malfoy! When did you get here? What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled at me, glaring.
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I've been her since the train left, and I'm here because there are no other seats where I might survive this train ride. Though, I am beginning to have doubts about that. And I do have a first name, if you don't mind?" I drawled with humor and indignation.
"Bloody Hell! Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
"I did, quite a few times, but you were otherwise occupied," I replied, nodding at the designs snaking up her arm. "So, what's your name?"
"Well, I do have a name, but you usually prefer to call me Mudblood!"
"GRANGER! Bloody Hell! Look who changed over the summer!" I said with astonishment, now seeing the familiar bushiness of her hair.
"Surprised? Harry and Ron were too. That's why I'm not sitting with them. And to answer your previous question, yes I do draw a lot. Half the time when I'm scribbling away in class, I'm drawing a portrait of someone and not actually taking notes. In fact, I think I did one of you in potions last year. I think it's in my sketchbook," Granger replied as she opened the black bag at her feet, presumably to get her sketchbook. While she was leaning over, I noticed the tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a red lion rampant (A/N: on its hind legs.). Trust a Gryffindor to have a crazy tattoo like that. Still, it reminded me of the tattoo on the inside of my lower arm. It was not the Dark Mark as many thought, but a green dragon spurting silver flame. I had gotten the tattoo after my father had stopped nagging me to become a Death Eater. I told him that I would rather be a Gryffindor than someone else's minion. That dragon was the symbol of my independence.
"Ah, here it is!" Granger had apparently found her portrait of me. I had to admit it was excellent. It captured the true essence of my character - the pride, the independence, the hate, and the passion. I moved to sit next to her and look at the rest of the pictures.
By the time we arrived at Hogsmeade, I had seen all of Granger's pictures and stopped calling her 'mudblood.'
"So, I guess I'll see you around?" I asked as Granger repacked her bag.
"Yes, you probably will. I think I'll be excommunicated from Gryffindor house once they see what I've done! I wonder if Ravenclaw would take me in." She smiled as she said this, showing her perfect teeth. She left the compartment to exit the train, flashing that smile once more before she passed out of sight.
A/N: Well, what do ya'll think? Tell me by reviewing!
A/N: This is my first HP fic. It will be a Draco/Hermione starting seventh year. Personally, I think they are the greatest couple ever! Well, only slightly above Snape/Hermione. Hehehe! Ok, so please read and review!
Green Dragon, Red Lion
Chapter 1: On Board the Hogwarts Express
I ran my hand threw my white-blonde hair. I had woken up too late that morning to slick it back with gel. I could have used a spell, but for some reason I decided to leave it the way it was. I was leaning against the wall of platform 9 3/4, having just crossed through the barrier. I had never liked crossing the barrier and I was always disoriented after crossing it. Walking through walls incorporated a split second of nonexistence and I had always been afraid that after crossing I would cease to exist permanently. The idea made my insides squirm. What would the world be like without Draco Malfoy? Someone had to counteract the sickening purity of the Gryffindor Dream Team. Without evil, there is no good, right? Right, that's what my Father taught me. Although I had always hated my father for what he did to me, he knew the truth of the world and the truth of good and evil.
I was stopped in my thoughts when the train's whistle blew. I wondered where Crabbe and Goyle were, but then remembered that they had been expelled the year before. This was going to be a difficult year. Malfoy Code, Article 5: Never commit treachery unless you have the muscle to back it up. I had committed much treachery in the past 6 years at Hogwarts, but now I had no muscle to back it up. If I didn't find new minions, even Neville Longbottem would be beating on me. Argh, I hate getting beaten up, it leaves bruises and hurts. I boarded the train and began to look for a compartment, which did not contain someone who would be libel to beat on me. That left only the Slytherins, who weren't happy with me either after I had dumped Pansy Parkinson. I should have boarded the train earlier - I would have been able to find an empty compartment and survive the trip to Hogwarts. I had made in 2/3 of the way through the train when I found a compartment with someone I had not tormented. There was only one person in it, a girl with black hair, streaked with red. I could not even remember having ever met her. I took a closer look, and saw that she had black finger nails and was currently drawing an intricate design with her quill on her left arm. She was still in muggle clothes, so I could not tell which house she was in. I knocked on the side of the doorway, so as to alert her to my presence. She did not look up, merely continued the artwork on her arm.
"Um, mind if I join you?" I asked hesitantly. Still no reaction. "I'll take that as a yes," I said as I closed the door and sat down across from her. She still continued her drawing, oblivious to my presence. She was wearing steel toed boots, baggy black pants, a revealing black tank top, and fishnet going down her right arm. Her long hair hid her face from view, but her skin was very pale. The design on her left arm had now passed her elbow. "Do you draw much? Or is your body the extent of your doodles?" I thought I saw her smile for a second from behind her hair, finally a reaction. She knew I existed. I sat there, watching her draw and twiddling my thumbs for the next hour until her designs had reached the strap of her tank top. She put the black quill in her bag (black with red splotches. Blood?). She looked up and I glimpsed her face. She was gorgeous. Her pale skin rivaled my own, her eyes were thickly lined in black, and her black lips wore an expression of shock and disgust.
"Malfoy! When did you get here? What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled at me, glaring.
"Well, in case you hadn't noticed, I've been her since the train left, and I'm here because there are no other seats where I might survive this train ride. Though, I am beginning to have doubts about that. And I do have a first name, if you don't mind?" I drawled with humor and indignation.
"Bloody Hell! Why didn't you tell me you were here?"
"I did, quite a few times, but you were otherwise occupied," I replied, nodding at the designs snaking up her arm. "So, what's your name?"
"Well, I do have a name, but you usually prefer to call me Mudblood!"
"GRANGER! Bloody Hell! Look who changed over the summer!" I said with astonishment, now seeing the familiar bushiness of her hair.
"Surprised? Harry and Ron were too. That's why I'm not sitting with them. And to answer your previous question, yes I do draw a lot. Half the time when I'm scribbling away in class, I'm drawing a portrait of someone and not actually taking notes. In fact, I think I did one of you in potions last year. I think it's in my sketchbook," Granger replied as she opened the black bag at her feet, presumably to get her sketchbook. While she was leaning over, I noticed the tattoo on the back of her neck. It was a red lion rampant (A/N: on its hind legs.). Trust a Gryffindor to have a crazy tattoo like that. Still, it reminded me of the tattoo on the inside of my lower arm. It was not the Dark Mark as many thought, but a green dragon spurting silver flame. I had gotten the tattoo after my father had stopped nagging me to become a Death Eater. I told him that I would rather be a Gryffindor than someone else's minion. That dragon was the symbol of my independence.
"Ah, here it is!" Granger had apparently found her portrait of me. I had to admit it was excellent. It captured the true essence of my character - the pride, the independence, the hate, and the passion. I moved to sit next to her and look at the rest of the pictures.
By the time we arrived at Hogsmeade, I had seen all of Granger's pictures and stopped calling her 'mudblood.'
"So, I guess I'll see you around?" I asked as Granger repacked her bag.
"Yes, you probably will. I think I'll be excommunicated from Gryffindor house once they see what I've done! I wonder if Ravenclaw would take me in." She smiled as she said this, showing her perfect teeth. She left the compartment to exit the train, flashing that smile once more before she passed out of sight.
A/N: Well, what do ya'll think? Tell me by reviewing!