Hermione woke up with the sun in her face and she squinted when she opened her eyes. She looked at her pink curtains and was happy to be in her own room, but even more excited to be going back to Hogwarts: the school for witch craft and wizardry. Miss Hermione Jean Granger may have grown up in the muggle world with her muggle parents but she was a wizard and a very bright wizard at that. Her mother called her from the kitchen downstairs possibly for her last big breakfast at home before Hogwarts. She couldn't wait to see her best friends Harry and Ron again. They have been sending each other mail though through owls. Ron's owl is a bit of a klutz but gets things delivered. Hermione threw on some clothes and took her time down the stairs, reminiscing about her life. Her mum called again, more frantic. She needs to calm down, I won't be gone forever. Thought Hermione to herself. She picked up her pace and would have never expected to see this type of scene in her kitchen. Someone was sitting in the seat where she should be seating. Someone with a large gash in their arm, someone that wasn't Ron or Harry, someone she would have never expected to be there.
"What is he doing there? In my seat?" Draco Malfoy looked up at me, and grinned. My mother looked at me angrily.
"Hermione Jean Granger! Is that any way to treat a guest? Anyways, please could you heal him and fix him up. He came to us, he's bleeding Hermione." Malfoy smirked again, and batted his eyes at me groaning in pain for something to feed his audience with. I looked at him sourly, rolling my eyes and pulling my wand from my pocket. I sit down in the seat next to him and parents leave the room for no apparent reason.
"Why did you come here, Malfoy?"
"Granger, is that any way to treat your guest?" He mocks my mum a bit and smirks. "Anyways, I was running away from my house a bit, slipped on the pavement and cut my arm up pretty bad."
"That story sounds like a bunch of lies, what really happened ferret?"
"If I told you I'd have to kill you." He smiles again, and it agitates me.
"Whatever Malfoy, I will pretend to believe your tall tale, let me take a look at your arm." He puts his arm on the table and I grab it, but a spark of heat flies through my body at his touch. My face reddens and I try to hide it from him. Why would I feel like that? This is Malfoy, my enemy….I brush it off for now and set a healing spell on his arm, than wrap it in bandages. Malfoy looks at me with his blue, gray eyes. He looks so perfect, but he ruins the mood with a scoff.
"Well Nurse Granger, thanks for healing me up, but I've got to go. Don't want father to find me having breakfast with a mud blood. See you at school, not like I want to." He stands up, patting his suit down like I lived in a dirty home because my blood was dirty to him. "I'll show my self to the door." I look at him curiously, but he darts away from my stare and walks out.
"Don't let the door hit you on the way out, Malfoy." He laughs harshly and the door shuts behind him.
"What the hell was that feeling when Granger touched my arm…?" Draco thought aloud to himself. He looked back to her home and shuddered at the thought. Maybe her skin was just warm…but I can't help to wonder if she felt it too. Which is a stupid thing to wonder because this is Granger I'm talking about. But still, no stop thinking about it. I tell myself and shake my head at the thought. I hear her door open slowly; I whip around to find Granger standing there annoyed.
"Well creep, are you going to leave or continue standing in my yard? I feel my body temperature rise slightly at her sight. "You can come in for breakfast I suppose; no one will have to know. Door is open if you change your mind." She shuts the door silently, and I leave. What the hell was Granger thinking? Breakfast with her and her freak muggle family? Forget that, I'm not a fool. Filthy Mud blood, surprised I didn't catch something from just her touch. It's just her blood though…she's not a bad person, but I better stop thinking like this, wouldn't want to displease my father.
I slump against the door and cry softly to myself because I don't know how to
explain what just happened between Draco and me. Why was I so stupid to try and invite him in? Well I'm not feeling so hungry now so I suppose it's time to go pack my bags for departure. I pack my belongings and Crookshanks comes purring up next to me on my bed. He looks at me with a knowing look in a way, if cats did understand. I put Crookshanks in his cage, which he battles with at first but lets me put him in it and I walk downstairs patiently waiting for my mum and dad. I'm sixteen now and would be able to drive in the muggle world, but what's the point of driving if you have a broom? Although brooms were never my favourite so I just mostly floo every where I need to go. I won't live with my parents after I finish school and will live in the wizard world like most.
"Ready to go dear?" My mum tries to hold back her tears, and my father places a reassuring hand on her shoulder.
"Relax dear, Hermione goes every year, and nothing bad happens. She sends us letters all the time, wont you Hermione?"
"Yes of course! I always do and always will." I give them my best smile. "We better go, before the train leaves and the gate closes." They smile back at me and we head out to the car and drive to Platform Nine and Three Quarters.
"Draco where have you been? The Dark Lord is waiting for you." My stomach drops, when my mother told me in a scared voice. There were dark bags under her eyes still; she probably isn't getting enough sleep.
"Okay, mother. Why don't you get some sleep? I know you've had problems. I've got a sleeping draught in my room, please take it." She tries to say no, but finally shakes out a yes.
"Please send letters, Draco." She kisses me forehead and I walk off to where Voldemort is sitting, waiting for me.
"Good morning, Draco. It's time for you to go back to school; you do remember what I've told you right?" I try not to show fear, even though being a Malfoy means being a coward now.
"Yes, my lord." He smiles largely showing his teeth, his face disgusts me. He has no nose now his dream of snakes is becoming true.
"Good boy, now run along now and off to Hogwarts." I shudder and walk out of the room that used to be our family dining room which now holds Voldemort and bunch of death eaters. But I'm a death eater too now…guess I should watch what I say and do. My craven father tries to catch my eyes but I look away and run up to my room. I grab my leather black suitcase; Malfoy's had the finest items only and throw in about everything I will need. I close my eyes and sigh; this year at Hogwarts will be a bloody adventure, more eventful than any year before.