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Chapter Two:
Hogwarts-there it was! In view! Hermione Granger excitedly leapt from her seat, forgetting to wait for Harry and Ron. The carriages awaited, pulled by nothing according to her eyesight, but she knew thestrals were waiting. It was dark, rainy, and cold.
"You there!" hollered a voice. A hand clamped around her elbow, "Come, you'll take a carriage with us!"
Hermione gratefully followed in, out of the rain. "Thank you."
She brushed her hood off, and then realized: this was a compartment of Slytherins. Or maybe, just one Slytherin. For sitting next to her, was Draco Malfoy.
"Malfoy!" she hissed, "What do you want?"
"Hmm, nothing."
"Let me out. Harry and Ron will be looking for me."
"I'm aware of that, mud blood."
"Where's your friends?" she snapped, "I certainly do not want to be in here alone, with you."
"I just have a welcome back to Hogwarts gift for you," Draco drawled, "So do you accept it?"
She stuttered for a second. "Malfoy's don't give presents."
"Oh? Get ready."
She was confused for a couple seconds, and then yelped when he pulled her very close and…kissed her. One of those heart- and confidence-shattering kisses. It worked every time to silence a girl or to scare her. It even worked on Granger.
"Well, well, Granger," Malfoy hissed, "How 'bout another one?"
He came back and kissed her, again and again until the carriage stopped. He put a thumb against her cheek, and whispered, you are mine, mud blood."
Hermione couldn't stop the frightened tears that flooded her eyes.
"Yes, mudblood. Poor, pathetic thing," whispered Malfoy, "Stay away from Potter and Weasel. No more helping them. If you do, you will watch as I torture your friends. And Dumbledore can do nothing about it. He is no match for the ranks of our kind."
She rose from the carriage and walked away, pulling her hood over her hair. For some ridiculous and depressing reason, she believed him.
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