The third wheel
Disclaimer: it's not mine I tell you, it's all that jkr chick
Hermione gazed happily out her car window at a dove, knowing that her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry would give her a completely new reputation from the know-it-all girl everyone used to know. Her own parents were surprised at the drastic changes she had made over the summer.
Her hair was no longer bushy but sleek and straight with blonde and red highlights. Two big silver hoops stuck out from underneath her hair. She was wearing a white terrycloth zip-up jacket, a pink spaghetti-strap shirt, white terrycloth shorts, and pink and white adidas.
Draco glared out the window as a dove flew by, listening to his father drone on about his future as a deatheater. Blocking his father's voice out of his head, he thought what it would be like to have a free life. He sighed, fingers tapping boredly against the glass. "Draco, Draco? Are you listening to me?" His father's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. "Yes father." He replied, a dull tone to his voice. "As I was saying, the Dark Lord was happy to hear you would soon be joining us." His father said from the front of the limo. "Whatever." Draco muttered under his breath. "I'm glad you're excited. You will make a fine deatheater, Draco."
Hermione made her way to the compartment that Harry, Ron and herself always shared on the way to Hogwarts. Running eagerly, she ran into a drop-dead gorgeous guy. Something about him looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it at the moment. She was too busy staring at his spiked sandy blond hair, his beautiful baby blue eyes, and his muscular bronze body. "Sorry, excuse me." She muttered, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "No, excuse me." The handsome figure responded. "Erm...bye." She said, and walked hurriedly into the compartment.
Draco ran through the corridor, hoping to escape Pansy Parkinson.
"Drakey, Drakey!" Pansy shrieked as she ran after Draco.
Ignoring her, he continued on, running into a drop-dead gorgeous girl. He stared at her, surprised. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't quite place it. "Sorry, excuse me" muttered the girl. "No excuse me." He replied, still in state of shock. "Erm.bye." And with that she was gone. Shaking his head, he thought about what he had set out to do in the first place.**Better go and find the lugs potty, weasel and mudblood.** He thought cheerfully. He opened the compartment door in front of him and sure enough, there was Potty, Weasel, and.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hermione glanced up at the figure in the door, expecting Draco to appear. Instead, there was *the guy*. Her lower jaw dropped in utter surprise. "Um, excuse me, can we help you?" She inquired.
Disclaimer: it's not mine I tell you, it's all that jkr chick
Hermione gazed happily out her car window at a dove, knowing that her seventh and final year at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and wizardry would give her a completely new reputation from the know-it-all girl everyone used to know. Her own parents were surprised at the drastic changes she had made over the summer.
Her hair was no longer bushy but sleek and straight with blonde and red highlights. Two big silver hoops stuck out from underneath her hair. She was wearing a white terrycloth zip-up jacket, a pink spaghetti-strap shirt, white terrycloth shorts, and pink and white adidas.
Draco glared out the window as a dove flew by, listening to his father drone on about his future as a deatheater. Blocking his father's voice out of his head, he thought what it would be like to have a free life. He sighed, fingers tapping boredly against the glass. "Draco, Draco? Are you listening to me?" His father's voice suddenly interrupted his thoughts. "Yes father." He replied, a dull tone to his voice. "As I was saying, the Dark Lord was happy to hear you would soon be joining us." His father said from the front of the limo. "Whatever." Draco muttered under his breath. "I'm glad you're excited. You will make a fine deatheater, Draco."
Hermione made her way to the compartment that Harry, Ron and herself always shared on the way to Hogwarts. Running eagerly, she ran into a drop-dead gorgeous guy. Something about him looked oddly familiar, but she couldn't quite place it at the moment. She was too busy staring at his spiked sandy blond hair, his beautiful baby blue eyes, and his muscular bronze body. "Sorry, excuse me." She muttered, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "No, excuse me." The handsome figure responded. "Erm...bye." She said, and walked hurriedly into the compartment.
Draco ran through the corridor, hoping to escape Pansy Parkinson.
"Drakey, Drakey!" Pansy shrieked as she ran after Draco.
Ignoring her, he continued on, running into a drop-dead gorgeous girl. He stared at her, surprised. There was something familiar about her, but he couldn't quite place it. "Sorry, excuse me" muttered the girl. "No excuse me." He replied, still in state of shock. "Erm.bye." And with that she was gone. Shaking his head, he thought about what he had set out to do in the first place.**Better go and find the lugs potty, weasel and mudblood.** He thought cheerfully. He opened the compartment door in front of him and sure enough, there was Potty, Weasel, and.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Hermione glanced up at the figure in the door, expecting Draco to appear. Instead, there was *the guy*. Her lower jaw dropped in utter surprise. "Um, excuse me, can we help you?" She inquired.