Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING!!!! Except maybe this horrible plot…
Chapter 1 – Mr Lonely.
It had been one long summer. Every day, alone in the manor. Well, he hadn't been alone, he had had friends over. There was a whole week the month before when Flint and Zabini had come over. But he still felt alone, even with his mates. There was only one person that made him feel warm, feel together, feel… loved.
As Draco sat in the limo on the way to the Hogwarts train for the start of his 6th year, he thought about her. Oh how he had missed her the entire summer. He had forced himself not to write, in order not to arouse any suspicion from his parents. And it had worked, they didn't know he was in love with a… a beautiful young lady.
Subconsciously, Draco began to breathe faster, in anticipation of seeing her again. Draco caught himself quickly, before his father noticed, and tried to settle down. He wanted to take his seatbelt off, open the door, jump out of the car and run all the way to the Hogwarts express, just so that he could feel like he was doing something to get closer to her. Sitting still in the back of a limo with his father he did not feel like he was going anywhere fast. He wasn't really sitting still though, he was leaning forward with his elbows resting on his knees, his legs were fidgeting up and down and his fingers were fumbling over themselves.
"Excited for the new year son?" Lucius said at the sight of his son's nerves. Draco cleared his throat and sat up straight.
"Yes sir." He said. He rested his arm on the car door and tapped his pointer finger. The limo rounded a corner and reached the train station. Draco took a deep breath. "Finally" He muttered under his breath. He almost didn't have time to unbuckle his seatbelt before opening the door himself. He didn't, couldn't wait for the driver to turn the car off, get out and all of the way around to his door just to open it, which he could perfectly well do himself. Lucius looked at him crazily as he stepped out onto the pavement.
Draco quickly grabbed his luggage and started walking towards the wall to platform 9 ¾. Lucius slowed him down.
"Aren't you going to say good bye son?" He asked. Draco stopped walking and turned around to say good bye to his father.
"Bye Father." He said quickly.
"Have a good year son."
"I will." Draco turned back around and made his way onto the platform. When he went through the wall, he went from hardly anyone to heaps of people crammed in together. There were so many people on the platform; he wished half of them would just get onto the train already. But it wasn't due to leave for another ten minutes. Still, that would be barely enough time to get settled. He searched around the platform for familiar faces. In particular, he searched for the young lady that he had been missing all summer.
"Hey! Draco!" He heard the familiar voice behind him. He turned around to see Blaise setting down his cases.
"Hey Blaise." Draco said. He was still searching the crowds.
"Flint should be here any minute." Blaise said. Draco didn't even register the words. Then he saw her. The girl to whom he had given his heart. The girl who's heart he had kept lightly in a safe place. He saw once again her beautiful face and he longed all the more to hold her in his arms, to kiss her again, but for the first time that year. This beautiful girl deserved everything that he could give her.
~.~
"Hermione!" She turned around as soon as she heard the familiar guy voice.
"Harry!!!" She exclaimed.
"Did ya miss me?" He asked as he made his way up to her.
"Of course I did, silly." She said. Harry laughed.
"Right." He said. "Where's Ron?" He asked.
"Right here." Ron said as he walked up behind Harry. Hermione laughed at them and begun searching the crowds. "Who are you looking for Mione?" Ron asked.
"Oh, no one." She caught herself. She looked at her best friends and smiled.
"We'd better find a place on the train." She said before picking up her luggage and making her way towards the nearest train entrance. Ron and Harry weren't too far behind her. She placed a hand on the rail and was just about to walk up the steps when she saw him. The one who had her heart. The one she hadn't seen or talked to all summer long. He was standing right in front of her, staring into her eyes. She glanced into his with the same longing that he was looking look that he was giving her.
"Are you going Mione?" Ron asked. Then he saw who was in the way. Harry moved around the two of them and headed straight for the nuisance. He purposefully knocked him back, and hard, before climbing onto the train. Ron also went ahead of Hermione.
"Draco, are you going to let that filthy Gryffindor push you around?" Flint asked.
"Absolutely not." Draco replied. He smirked. Hermione had to be careful not to melt in front of Harry and Ron. "You Grangy Pot of Weasels better steer clear this year, coz we are once again, the head of the school." He said to the three of them. He looked back down at Hermione. "Did you hear that, mudblood?" The word /mudblood/ was softer than the other words, and Hermione knew that he didn't want to say it.
"Of course, Malfoy, as long as you stay out of our way." Hermione said before proudly walking onto the train. Draco looked at Blaise, then Flint before following Hermione onto the train. He followed them until they found a compartment in which to sit and then proceeded beyond them, to the very next room. Draco opened the door and saw three little first years sitting looking out the window and waving to their parents.
"Oh, how cute." He said. "Alright, get out, this is our compartment." The three first years looked up at him in horror and wasted no time in collecting their things and leaving the compartment. Draco smirked and stifled a laugh. He had the authority over everyone in the school. He placed his things where they belonged and sat down, Blaise and Flint following him and sitting on the other seat. No one ever sat next to Draco on the train, unless it was a girl.
Draco smirked. He was looking forward to the next year.