I Can Feel It In My Heart
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. JK Rowling does, I admire her for that!
Chapter One
Hermione Granger met her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, on platform 9 and three quarters, after a whole two months she hasn't seen them.
"Harry! Ron!" she cried happily and ran towards them. She hugged Harry.
"Hey, Hermione!" said Harry. He was surprised at first, but hugged her back. "How are you?"
"I'm great!" said Hermione and turned to hug Ron, who looked very shocked and embarrassed. "How are you guys?"
"I-I'm good," mumured Ron as she hugged him and let go.
"Me too," said Harry. He had grown during the summer vacation and was now almost as tall as Ron. Hermione looked at them, smiling. She had missed them so much during the summer.
"So, Hermione, how was America?" asked Ron.
"It was great!" said Hermione, smiling. "I've been to New York and spent almost all August there. That's why I couldn't come to your place and spend time with you guys."
At that moment, Draco Malfoy passed by. He was even taller than Ron now, and his blond hair had grown during the summer and now was covering his ears. Harry, Ron and Hermione twitched their face in disgust, but Malfoy didn't seem to notice.
"You were in New York?" he said to Hermione, "how did you like it?"
Hermione looked at him, puzzled. She wasn't used to him talking to her like a friend. "Umm."
"Mind your business, will you, Malfoy!" said Harry.
Instead of answering a disgusting answer as usual, Malfoy just looked at Harry. Harry couldn't figure out the look in his eyes before Malfoy turned to look again at Hermione. "So, where did you go in New York?"
Hermione was very confused now, but then she became suspeting. "What are you up to, Malfoy?" she said sternly.
"Nothing," he said, "I only asked you about your summer."
"Don't pretend you're my friend, Malfoy, you know we're not friends. Now beat it." She turned back to Harry and Ron.
Malfoy shook his head and went away.
"What was this all about?" asked Harry.
"I don't know," said Ron irritably. "He's probably up to something, trying to be nice all of a sudden, that's it."
"Probably does," said Hermione. They got on the train. Hermione and Ron went to the prefect carriage, and Harry went with Ginny to look for a compartment.
Half an hour later Hermione was patroling a corridor in the train, all alone. She was very bored. She sat down, but before she could take out a book and try to read, but then someone walked in. She raised her eyes.
It was Draco Malfoy.
Normally she would have looked immediately back at the book, or told him to go away, but something stopped her. She looked at Malfoy, standing at the door. His blond hair was unusually untidy, and fell on his gray-blue eyes. Oh, those eyes, she thought, then caught herself. It was Malfoy. She wasn't supposed to think about his eyes. She was supposed to think about wanting him to leave.
Very surprisingly, she didn't.
He was looking at her, waiting for her to tell him to leave. When she didn't, he stepped inside.
TELL HIM TO GO AWAY, Hermione told herself. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She looked at her bag. His eyes were driving her crazy, and she didn't want to go crazy. Not now.
He took a seat next to her.
This is exaggeration, she thought angrily, and finally found the ability to talk again: "Can't you find another place to patrol, Malfoy?!"
"No," he said, "sorry. Every other corridor is being patrolled by at least two prefects."
Hermione frowned.
"So," said Malfoy.
She didn't say a word.
"You didn't tell me, how was New York?" he said.
She wasn't going to answer. He's up to something, she said to herself. He has his reasons for trying to be friendly.
"I've been to New York two years ago," he told her. "Lovely city."
She dared to look at him, but couldn't stand those eyes. She looked hurriedly back at her schoolbag.
"Have you been to the Statue of Liberty?"
She automatically nodded, then cursed herself. DON'T HELP HIM!
"Me too. Did you like it?"
She didn't answer.
"Hermione."
Hermione stared at him, shocked. He'd called her Hermione. He never did before. What did that mean?
Only one thing, she decided and got to her feet so suddenly, that he jumped.
"Stop doing that!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty room. "I know you're up to something, trying to talk to me as if we were friends. I'm not an idiot, Malfoy, OK? I'm not going to fall for that!" And with that being said, she stormed out.
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters. JK Rowling does, I admire her for that!
Chapter One
Hermione Granger met her best friends, Harry Potter and Ron Weasley, on platform 9 and three quarters, after a whole two months she hasn't seen them.
"Harry! Ron!" she cried happily and ran towards them. She hugged Harry.
"Hey, Hermione!" said Harry. He was surprised at first, but hugged her back. "How are you?"
"I'm great!" said Hermione and turned to hug Ron, who looked very shocked and embarrassed. "How are you guys?"
"I-I'm good," mumured Ron as she hugged him and let go.
"Me too," said Harry. He had grown during the summer vacation and was now almost as tall as Ron. Hermione looked at them, smiling. She had missed them so much during the summer.
"So, Hermione, how was America?" asked Ron.
"It was great!" said Hermione, smiling. "I've been to New York and spent almost all August there. That's why I couldn't come to your place and spend time with you guys."
At that moment, Draco Malfoy passed by. He was even taller than Ron now, and his blond hair had grown during the summer and now was covering his ears. Harry, Ron and Hermione twitched their face in disgust, but Malfoy didn't seem to notice.
"You were in New York?" he said to Hermione, "how did you like it?"
Hermione looked at him, puzzled. She wasn't used to him talking to her like a friend. "Umm."
"Mind your business, will you, Malfoy!" said Harry.
Instead of answering a disgusting answer as usual, Malfoy just looked at Harry. Harry couldn't figure out the look in his eyes before Malfoy turned to look again at Hermione. "So, where did you go in New York?"
Hermione was very confused now, but then she became suspeting. "What are you up to, Malfoy?" she said sternly.
"Nothing," he said, "I only asked you about your summer."
"Don't pretend you're my friend, Malfoy, you know we're not friends. Now beat it." She turned back to Harry and Ron.
Malfoy shook his head and went away.
"What was this all about?" asked Harry.
"I don't know," said Ron irritably. "He's probably up to something, trying to be nice all of a sudden, that's it."
"Probably does," said Hermione. They got on the train. Hermione and Ron went to the prefect carriage, and Harry went with Ginny to look for a compartment.
Half an hour later Hermione was patroling a corridor in the train, all alone. She was very bored. She sat down, but before she could take out a book and try to read, but then someone walked in. She raised her eyes.
It was Draco Malfoy.
Normally she would have looked immediately back at the book, or told him to go away, but something stopped her. She looked at Malfoy, standing at the door. His blond hair was unusually untidy, and fell on his gray-blue eyes. Oh, those eyes, she thought, then caught herself. It was Malfoy. She wasn't supposed to think about his eyes. She was supposed to think about wanting him to leave.
Very surprisingly, she didn't.
He was looking at her, waiting for her to tell him to leave. When she didn't, he stepped inside.
TELL HIM TO GO AWAY, Hermione told herself. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out. She looked at her bag. His eyes were driving her crazy, and she didn't want to go crazy. Not now.
He took a seat next to her.
This is exaggeration, she thought angrily, and finally found the ability to talk again: "Can't you find another place to patrol, Malfoy?!"
"No," he said, "sorry. Every other corridor is being patrolled by at least two prefects."
Hermione frowned.
"So," said Malfoy.
She didn't say a word.
"You didn't tell me, how was New York?" he said.
She wasn't going to answer. He's up to something, she said to herself. He has his reasons for trying to be friendly.
"I've been to New York two years ago," he told her. "Lovely city."
She dared to look at him, but couldn't stand those eyes. She looked hurriedly back at her schoolbag.
"Have you been to the Statue of Liberty?"
She automatically nodded, then cursed herself. DON'T HELP HIM!
"Me too. Did you like it?"
She didn't answer.
"Hermione."
Hermione stared at him, shocked. He'd called her Hermione. He never did before. What did that mean?
Only one thing, she decided and got to her feet so suddenly, that he jumped.
"Stop doing that!" she shouted, her voice echoing in the empty room. "I know you're up to something, trying to talk to me as if we were friends. I'm not an idiot, Malfoy, OK? I'm not going to fall for that!" And with that being said, she stormed out.