A/N: Hey guys, I kinda wrote this story at like 3 in the morning so its really boring but I promise the chapters coming are going to be really good. By the way, as you can probably tell in this chapter, that it was raining outside my house. Hah
Hermione Granger couldn't help but have a smile on her face when she saw Harry Potter and Ron Weasley on board the Hogwarts Express. She was very pleased with herself knowing that she had made the position of being the Head Girl at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This year was going to be the greatest!
She found the compartment where her two best friends were in and slid open the glass door. She peered in through the doorway and saw that Ron was already stuffing his face with licorice wands, pumpkin pasties, and chocolate frogs. Honestly, that boy could eat forever. Her two friends smiled at her as she opened the door and enveloped her in two big hugs and some kisses on her forehead from Harry.
"Harry! Ron! Guess what!" Hermione said. She didn't care if she just yelled, she was happy and that's all that mattered.
"What's wrong Hermione?" asked Harry.
"Nothing Harry I'm just excited that's all." Said Hermione. She realized she was a bit too loud and made a note to soften her voice next time she spoke. Ron, go figure, was too busy unwrapping his next chocolate frog to even figure out what Hermione was trying to say.
"Whasoxictingmione?" Ron tried to ask between chewing.
"I'm the new Head Girl!" said Hermione beaming.
"Really? That's great Hermione! Who's the Head Boy?" asked Harry. This made Hermione a bit confused. She always thought it would be Harry and herself as the Heads of the school, not herself and someone else.
"You mean, its not you?" she asked. At this Harry just laughed.
"No, a bit of a shocker, eh? Dumbledore says that I've got such a big load to carry on my shoulders that I wouldn't be needing the duties of being a head. I guess I understand, but hey, I see you everyday and you being a Head wont change that." He added with a reassuring smile.
"Ron, its not you either, is it?" Hermione asked feeling a bit disappointed. Ron shook his head.
"Okay, well, I guess I better go to the Head compartment. I guess I'll see you both at dinner." With that she headed out of the compartment and went towards the Heads compartment hoping that the new Head Boy would be someone nice, like maybe Seamus? No, he couldn't be it. Maybe, Dean? No, not him either. Who could it be?
Finally nearing the door she slid it open and peeked inside and there, lounging on one side, was none other than the Slytherin prince himself.
Draco Malfoy was sitting there with his usual smirk on his face staring back at her.
"Y-you can't b-be, you just c-can't be." She stammered.
"The new Head Boy? I'm afraid so. And you," he gestured towards Hermione, "Are the new Head Girl I presume."
"Yes."
"Oh, I'm so looking forward to this year." He said sarcastically. He just stared out the window at the darkening sky.
"It's going to rain soon, don't you think?"
"Yeah, looks like it." Was all he said before turning to the window to look out at the sky once more. Hermione took out a book from her bag and began reading. Soon enough, it had started to rain which brought her out of her book and out to look at the sky.
She stared out at the rain, it was beautiful and always had a sense of making a house feel cozy inside. The sound it made against her window was like music. There was always something magical about the rain. The lightning came also, which was also very unique, never once the same. It almost looked as if it was taking a picture of the rain. Her mother used to tell her that it was natures way of showing it truly does work together. Rain was so simple, yet it was a masterpiece at the same time.
"Don't you love the rain? It's so elegant. You know as a child I used to dance in the rain, I would really love to do it again, but I haven't got the time and it seems immature now doesn't it." A slight pink tinge rose to her cheeks when she finished.
"Not at all, it sounds rather fun actually. But, yes I do love the rain, it truly is magical." He added with a ghost of a smile playing across his lips.
"My mother used to tell me stories about the rain before I went to bed. It was my favorite part of the day. I remember she used to tell me stories about the people who made it rain, or how people thought that when the sun was just watering his garden that he watched over all day. It's funny how I remember these stories. It was such a long time ago." She added with a soft laugh. Draco gave out a small chuckle as well. Then, a huge crack of thunder came roaring in shaking the train. This just made Hermione and Draco laugh even harder.
"Yeah, even though I loved the rain, I always hated the thunder. It was a bit scary for me at the time." Draco said. By this time Hermione was rolling on the floor laughing so hard, clutching her sides and gasping for air.
"Aw, is little Drakie poo sca --- ahhaha --- scared?" she said in between giggles.
"Hey, it's not my fault, the Malfoy Manor was a big house. I'm sure if you were there you would have been scared too." Said Draco defending himself. Hermione got up from the floor, straightened out her skirt and her hair, which had tamed down quite a bit from being bushy to soft golden brown ringlets, and sat down in the seat she was in for the beginning of the train ride.
"Yeah, I guess you're right. That would be scary." She replied. When she was finished speaking Draco got up and sat down next to Hermione turning his whole body to face her putting his full attention towards her.
"So, what were the stories your mother told you? Were they good?" he asked.
"Oh yes, they were fantastic, mostly folktales or stories with Ogres, dragons and knights, that were passed down from generation to generation. They're brilliant actually."
"Would you mind telling me some? You know just to pass the time through just until we get to Hogwarts." Hermione agreed to tell him some stories and Draco sat quietly listening, very amusedly. This made Hermione smile. He was acting like a five year old boy who was watching his favorite television show. His eyes were focused in on Hermione and he made a mental note to himself that Hermione smelled really nice like freshly baked sugar cookies. He loved those.
She continued telling him the tales about the rain, giants, ogres, dragons, and knights with so much more until another flash of lightning and thunder came crashing through again. She smiled as she saw Draco shudder when it came. Draco noticed she was smiling at him and spoke up.
"What?"
"Do you realize that for almost the entire train ride here we have actually had a civil conversation? Even without being at each others throats. Funny how rain does that, huh?" said Hermione. Draco gave a light chuckle and smiled.
"Spooky, huh? You know Granger, I'm really not that bad of a person anymore." Hermione decided not to press on the subject any longer and looked out the window. She could see the castle in the distance and started getting her things together.
"I can see Hogwarts, I think we should get out robes on now." She said.
"Yeah, I suppose you're right." With that, they both turned away and put on their robes in silence, left to think about the conversation they had just shared.
Why was he being nice? Hermione thought. Never once in her entire time at Hogwarts has he been nice and then they go and have this conversation. What was going on?
When they finally arrived at Hogwarts Draco was the first one to speak again.
"Hey Granger, no one needs to know about our little 'chat' got it? And, even though I might have seemed nice now that was probably the only time anyone's ever seen it so I expect you and I to go about with our usual lives during the day, you know, me making fun of you, you get all mad and throw some comments back at me, I win, and we're all good. Got it?" he finished and looked at Hermione who nodded in return. Then, he left the compartment followed by her.
Later that night was practically a blur for Hermione. After meeting up with Harry and Ron they all headed towards the Great Hall for dinner.
"So, 'Mione, who's Head Boy?" asked Harry. Hermione remembered the deal she had with Malfoy so she put on her best 'angry face' and pouted.
"Malfoy."
"WHAT! Him? He made Head Boy? How?" Harry and Ron screamed at the same time.
"I don't want to talk about it, maybe later." Hermione said sternly. In fact she had wanted the conversation to end because right now she was just too hungry to think of excuses. As she walked into the Great Hall she found that Draco's grey eyes locked with her own golden-honey brown ones. He winked at her and smirked and gave her a I'm-better-than-you look which quite frankly, pissed her off.
"Malfoy. That arrogant son of a bi…"
"Miss Granger, I hope your not talking about your fellow student are you now?" Snape was around the corner and had overheard their conversation.
"Err.. no Professor we weren't, in fact we were just headed to dinner." She replied.
"Look Miss Granger, I'm not stupid and I'm not deaf either you're lucky your Head Girl or I might have just reported you to the Headmaster right now. Next time you expect to talk about someone, I suggest you watch your back." He finished coldly. He turned around and started off a dark corridor.
"Just where Snape needs to go, back with his little monster friends." Added Ron, which made the others laugh.
Just as they were about to turn the corner to the entrance of the Great Hall, she could hear a muffled laugh and seeing as it was her job as Head Girl to go check it out, she did. What she found was not so surprising, just Crabbe and Goyle eating. Just then, something went terribly wrong and Hermione blacked out.
