Hermione Granger stood quietly on the train platform 9 and three-quarters as she waited for her friends, Ron and Harry. Adults and Children moved quickly around her, trying to get on the train before 11:00. Hermione glanced up at the large clock hanging on a pillar close to her, it read 10:52. Where were Ron and Harry she wondered. Her right leg was falling asleep and her small carry-on bag in her hand was getting uncomfortable, she had waited for 16 minutes. Ron and Harry had said they just needed to go to the restroom before getting on the train, it should not be taking this long. "stop" she told herself, they probably just meet some friends and lost track of time, both boys had a tendency to do that.
As she was thinking a rather large body roughly bumped in to her. But before she could look up and say sorry, a familiar voice spat "watch it, Granger".
Draco Malfoy the Slytherin prince and her enemy for years, she instantly recognized, "I might be wrong! but you ran into me!" Hermione countered easily. But before he could reply one red-headed and one raven haired boy appeared next to Hermione.
"Hey 'Mione, sorry we took so long" "yea we ran into Seamus and Neville" said the boys. It only took seconds before Harry noticed Draco. "Malfoy, What are you doing here." "Nothing! your mudblood friend ran into me!." "Don't you dare call her that again, Malfoy" Ron shouted angrily. "Whatever, I'm out of here" said Malfoy with a smirk. -
God she was beautiful, thought Draco as he walked away from the trio of friends he had just left. If she wasn't a mudblood i might even date her, a second thought came to him. Draco was pulled from his thoughts by his pug-faced girlfriend of the week, Pansy who crabbed his arm to pull him on to the Hogwarts express. The train that would lead him to his last year at Hogwarts. -
"Come on Mione! We might miss the train" Said Hermione's almost, kind of boyfriend Ron Weasly. the redhead had been her friend since first year but last year they had kissed in the common room after a quidittch game and had taken on sort of relationship states. It's not that Hermione didn't like him, nothing of that sort. Yet Ron didn't give her with the deep romantic relationship Hermione only dreamed of.
As Hermione and her friends sat in a small compartment aboard the Hogwarts express she thought of her dreams. For the past two weeks she had been having these strange yet extremely realistic dreams. Dreams where she was standing in a bedroom that contained a large four-poster bed with black silk sheets and full pillows, wall length windows that the full moon streamed through, thick plush carpet that her feet sank into, and in the corner still hidden in the shadows a tall figure whom she could never get a clear picture of. Hermione didn't know this man, in her dream or in real life but she felt pulled to him, a love deeper than she had ever known.
"Perfects! Perfects" the load clear voice of professor McGonagall rang though the train "All perfects please report too compartment 7." "That would be me" Hermione told her friends as she stood up. "Ok! See you when we get there!" Ginny Weasly, one of Hermione's best friends and Ron's younger sister said happily. 'Bye guys, see you soon!" said Hermione as she left.
Even though Hermione had been a perfect all of last year to she still got exited when she pinned the gold P to the front of her school robes. As Hermione walked down the long hallways crowded with people she wondered who would be head girl this year. Of coarse it would be someone from her 7th year class, probably a Ravenclaw or Hufflepuff like usual. Someone smart and kind. -
Perfect Draco Malfoy knew he would be head boy this year. with his Slytherin leadership and smarts who else could be? He wasn't worried about head girl it would probably be some stupid Hufflepuff like last year, someone who didn't care if he spent all morning in the bathroom doing his hair or all night with a girl in the common room. Draco was pulled from his thoughts as he neared compartment 7. "Hello, Malfoy" said a calm voice, it was Hermione. Around their friends they were rude and mean but alone a mutual respect was felt, nothing more nothing less. "And to you Granger" replied Malfoy.
As Hermione walked ahead of him he had a full back view of her. She was small yet her legs went on for miles underneath her long black school robes. Her hair had also lost its frizziness over the past year and had taken on a more wavy style due to whatever spell or product she was using. She was truly beautiful. Draco knew he had to stop thinking like this, thinking of her. He was nearing his 17 birthday and his Veela traits were highting. His body was choosing a mate and Draco was worried it might not be a pureblood. His Veela mate would have to match his intellectual and respect level. Things most Slytherin girls of his year did not have.
On the night before he left for Hogwarts his father gave him a list of things to look out for, things that might tell him who his mate was. As Draco pulled the list from his pocket he read.
1- A need to protect 2-A want to be around or touch 3-A feeling of weakness after being around 4-Lighting/darking of eyes"
"Not much help" said Draco quietly. Nothing like this had happened yet and if he did not find his mate soon his life might be at risk. Draco shoved the list back into his robe pocket as he opened the door to the perfect's compartment. Inside sat his friends and fellow Syltherin perfects Blaise Zabini and Tracy Davis, Hermione Granger and some new Gryffindor perfect, and the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff perfects whom he hadn't bothered to learn the names of. Draco sat down next to his friends and began the long train ride. After professor McGonagall had given them her yearly speech and announced the new perfects she left.
Leaving Draco and the other perfects to converse in their compartment. After talking with Blaise for a while Draco dozed of to sleep. His dream was a familiar one. He was standing in the corner of a dark room. The room was clearly a bedroom, he could tell by the huge four-poster bed. He felt his feet sink into the thick,dark carpet. Draco knew what would happen next, the door on the far side of the room would open and a figure would walk into the center of the room. He knew it was a girl, a girl who he loved, a girl that held his heart. Draco longed to see her clearly but she would never take another step to him, she would never step into the moonlight streaming from the floor length windows. Draco desperately wanted to move to her but he was unable to before the dream changed. In the dream that followed Draco was sitting beside his father at a deatheater meeting, one his father had forced him to attend. When suddenly Voldermort walked over to him and told him that muggle-borns were filth a stain on the fabric of society. Draco didn't know why he had this dream he knew what mudbloods were. Yet Draco could only hardly ignore that nagging sensation in his heart that said Voldemort was wrong.