Hey everyone! Just letting you all know that this is my first HP fanfic and so don't be too hard on me! Haha, oh yeah, this chapter will be a little slow but I PROMISE things will pick up pace with the next chapter, so just stick with it!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own any any any characters from Harry Potter hehe.
Chapter 1
Hermione was relentlessly waging a losing battle. Her opponent was as fierce and uncontrollable as her temper. Her opponent was…her hair. She vainly attempted to no avail to pull the comb through it, yet it fought back hard. And predictably, Hermione lost her cool, slamming the comb down on her dresser and hastening her hair into a lopsided very messy bun and calling it a day. She glanced around her room to make sure she had packed everything she needed for her sixth year at Hogwarts and with a satisfied sigh she hauled her trunk to her father's car.
"Good-bye Hermione, have a great school year, write or come back home to visit anytime honey," said her mom tearfully, pulling her into a warm, though admittedly bone-crushing embrace.
"Bye Mom, love you," Hermione mumbled, somewhat embarrassed. When her mother finally released her she casually leaned against the barrier between platforms nine and ten and fell into the world she loved the most. She walked with her trunk over to the Hogwarts Express, closing her eyes briefly, contently listening to the merry rumble of its engine. She was unceremoniously brought back to Earth when she ran into a very large, tall, and devastatingly attractive boy.
"Get out of my way mudblood," Malfoy spat, his stone cold eyes boring down into her honey ones. He shoved past her and made his way over to his Slytherin compartment. Hermione was fuming, yet bit back her tongue for once, not wanting to cause a seen. And she had to face it; if a real duel was ever to happen between them he knew much more powerful dark magic than she. She would be utterly helpless.
Hermione sigh indignantly. She hated feeling helpless, and the idea of ever getting into a physical brawl with Malfoy was utterly laughable. His once-scrawny first year days were long over. He was now incredibly toned with, as some people call it, "iron-arm's". Yet, I suppose I could always have Harry protect me, Hermione thought with a small smile.
"Oi! Hermione! Over here!" a lanky freckled red head, called, beckoning her over to a compartment with Harry, Ginny, and Neville were already sitting.
"Hey guys," Hermione said, sliding on a seat next to Harry.
"Hey Hermione, how was your summer?" Harry asked, wrapping her into a tight embrace.
"It was good I caught up on some-"she was cut off.
"Reading?" Ron offered when he cut in.
"Ronald Weasley you are SO rude sometimes" Hermione huffed, and Ron immediately backed off, for he had all but forgotten Hermione's flaming temper.
"You look great Hermione," Ginny lied, just wanting to be a part of the conversation. Ron gave an indignant chuckle and Harry kicked him to stop.
"What?" Hermione asked, her eyes flickering dangerously.
"Well, great is not exactly a great word to describe you Hermione," said Ron simply, he was so blunt sometimes, it nearly brought tears to Hermione's eyes.
"Well, not like that. Hermione you're pretty, but not like outstanding, I mean I've seen better," said Ron, attempting to correct himself.
Instead of showing any negative reaction to this, Hermione instead playfully smacked is carrot-top head. "Look at yourself," she said with a laugh. She realized through what Ron said had some truth to it. Yes, she had good bone structure, and big honey-brown eyes. But she was no spectacular beauty. Yet she did pride herself at her long, somewhat shapely legs. She stood at around 5'6" and most of that was leg. That's what gave her the little, if any, attention from the male species.
"Oh piss-off Ron you're just being an ass," Harry said with a rueful grin. He on the other hand was an image of perfection. Every girl adored him because of oh say, his chiseled body, charming smile, courteous demeanor, just to name a few. So, naturally, jealousy was taken out on Hermione for being his best friend and having so much time to spend with him.
Hermione checked her watch and her amber eyes widened. "Ron, we should probably go to the prefects' compartment now." Hermione noticed his face fall a little. "What?" she asked, a little impatient. She always had to be prompt. Always
"Well, I got an owl saying that couldn't be a prefect anymore this summer…" Ron trailed off, looking not directly at anyone.
"Oh Ron! What happened?" Hermione asked, taken aback.
"Well, my grades had apparently slipped below prefect standard," he said with a furrowed brow, looking genuinely disappointed.
"Oh, well I guess that makes it your fault then," Hermione said, matter-of-factly while marching importantly out of the compartment door.
"Bitch," Ron said quietly afterward, and the corners of Harry's mouth twitched slightly upward.
Hermione was now thoroughly panicked. She had checked everywhere for the prefects' compartment and it was completely undetectable! Suddenly, she spotted Malfoy alone in a compartment. Wait, isn't he a prefect too? she thought to herself. Now she really was facing a serious dilemma. She could either swallow her pride and ask Malfoy where the compartment was or keep on searching aimlessly for it. She sigh, knowing the most rational decision. Slowly she opened the compartment door, shaking, but refusing to let him see she was scared of him. "Malfoy, since I can't seem to find anyone else to ask, where are the prefects' compartments?"
He stared coldly at her and smirked shaking his head, "mudblood," he mumbled, and went back to what he was doing.
"Malfoy I asked you a question and maybe I was overestimating your intelligence in expecting some sort of an answer," she said, rolling her eyes and reaching for the compartment door. She suddenly felt a powerful hand grasp her frail wrist, twisting her so her back was up against the compartment door. He had pinned her against the wall their bodies less than an inch apart.
"Let me go" Hermione sputtered, defiantly attempting to release herself. His iron-arms however kept her in this tight prison and he spoke in hardly above a whisper.
"Not so cocky are we now?" he asked, a taunting smirk playing on that perfect mouth of his. Wait no, nothing about him is perfect, all those girls that would give their lives to even kiss him are all just fooled, she thought to herself, keeping her chin high.
"No, being cocky is your job, asshole," she spat, although inwardly shaking underneath his strength. He let her go, his cold stare now resuming and things were utterly still until none other than the gorgeous Blaise Zambini sauntered in the compartment. His eyes quickly darted from Malfoy to Hermione, realization dawning on his dark eyes.
"I hope I'm not interrupting anything," he said, a playful smile prancing on his full lips as he examined Hermione's legs, whetting his palette.
"No, actually I was just relieving myself from the burden of being in the company of now two complete arrogant jerks, so I'll be leaving now," Hermione huffed, slamming the door behind her.
"Whoa, she's a fiery one," Blaise joked.
"Shut up Zambini, she is just s a nerdy, ugly, Gryffindor bookworm," he said, folding his chiseled arms and relaxing into his chair.
"OK Draco, whatever you say."
Hermione breathlessly barged back into her original compartment, her face flushed and her temper fuming.
"Are you…a-alright?" Harry asked timidly.
"Am I ALRIGHT?! Oh WOW are you really that OBLIVIOUS Harry?! Of COURSE I'm not alright. I couldn't find the prefect compartment, MALFOY practically MOLESTED me and now you're asking if I'm ALRIGHT?!" she said shrilly.
"Wait, Malfoy did WHAT?!" Harry and Ron both chimed in unison.
"Well he didn't really, its just I…" Hermione was not in the mood to elaborate on what had just happened, "I just despise him."
"Jeez, way to be melodramatic Hermione," Ron said, relaxing back into his chair.
"Shut up," Hermione said.
"Don't worry about the prefect compartment thing thought, I'm sure McGonagal will understand," said Harry. And at this, they all burst out laughing.
"McGonagal? Understanding?!?! Good one Harry," Hermione said, clutching her sides with laughter.
"You never know! It could happen!" said Harry defensively.
"Yeah, the day that happens is the day I'll date Malfoy," said Hermione. And with this they all howled with hysterical laughter.
Ahh its sooo late! I'm really tired, but next chapter will be longer and MUCH more interesting, don't even worry. Malfoy seems kind of a creep in this chapter, but you know that's why we love him!
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