It was the day Draco was to report to Platform 9 3/4 , he was packed ready to go, even if Draco didn't want to go back. At first his Mother even agreed for him to not to go back to Hogwarts, knowing that no one could trust him after the war. Narcissa and Draco escaped having to pay for their crimes due to her faking Potter's death to Voldemort and for the whole chain of command with the elder wand that Draco orchestrated. However, when Lucuis had suddenly passed away 2 days after being sent to Azakban his Mother told him he had to go back and bring honor to the Malfoy name. So this left Draco with no choice, return to Hogwarts and but his best face forward. He was looking forward to hanging out in dungeons with Blaise and Theo but then he received an owl flying in one afternoon carrying a letter with the Hogwarts seal. That afternoon, he received the news that he was going to be Head Boy enclosed was the list of his responsibilities and stating he had meeting with the Headmistress as soon as he got to the Castle. He was fine with having to keep the Prefects in line and being an example, afterall he was born for leadership. He was not okay with who he had to share this honor with…. Hermione fucking Granger.
For fucks sake, didn't she want to follow Potter and Weasley to the ministry? He grabbed the lunch pain potion that day. He popped the cork took a sniff and just threw it back with one large gulp. He knew this habit was horrible hell it made him feel horrible but it was the only thing that took the pain away. Right now he couldn't stop thinking of what this upcoming year would bring knowing he was going to have to coexist with the mudblood. She would probably fill the common room with muggle useless crap and add gold and red to everywhere in the shared bathroom. He suddenly got reckless and threw the glass potion bottle at the wall and watching it shatter. The next few weeks was him just moving in slow motion packing, drinking, taking potions and barely eating.
So here he was, groggy, miserable in pain getting ready to apparte to the platform. List of responsibilities in hand to hand to all the prefects. After rounding up all the prefects he climbed into the train to see if he could find Blaise and Theo but to no avail. So he settled into the Head Boy and Girl compartment to find the mudblood putting some type of liquid in her red eyes.
"Sorry I'll be out of your way in just a moment Malfoy" Hermione blurted out.
"I didn't say you needed to leave. Actually I wanted to talk to you, if that is okay?" Draco responded cooly. He was unsure where this conversation would lead but he figured it best to get along. His mother told him to bring honor back to the Malfoy name, and what better way to get along with one third of the golden trio.
"Uh yeah let's talk I guess" Hermione slowly said. She was pretty sure she was the only one high right now, but why in the hell would Draco want to talk to her? She was starting to feel really relaxed she was watching Draco talk and all the sound was muffled but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. Boy was he perfect with his eyes fixed right on her. Occasionally his brow would furrow as if he was looking for a reaction from her. She would just continue to nod her head she wasn't really paying attention she was so stoned.
"Granger are even paying attention? You just keep smiling and not sure if your accepting my apology or planning my murder" Draco weerily asked. He just confessed his jealousy he had due to her ranking in class and how he felt as though his status should of out ranked her alone. He talked about the summer and how he had just stayed in and ruminate on where he went wrong. How he was using this year to better man.
"Yeah it's all cherries on top. No need to sweat it I forgive you," Hermione found herself saying and she wasn't sure if any of this real. I must be tripping super hard on this indica, she thought. Was Draco actually trying to make nice her? When did she start calling him Draco? God his eyes they are just like a sky on a cold morning, grey and calm.
Draco wasn't sure was going on but she seemed to be pretty calm this conversation was going better than he imagined. The way she was just staring at him was unnerving. He wondered if she realized that she actually look pretty when relaxed she seemed to be more confident and not as wound up. Her hair was still as curly as ever but it was more defined than it was previous year. Her hair brought out her brown chocolate eyes that were looking into his. He smiled and she smiled back. He was going to make her regret it "So you must like what you see?"
"Yeah I…." Hermione starting choking on her words. There was a long awkward silence and she couldn't wipe her smile off her face. "Ummm, i'm going to find the trolly and get some food, really hungry." She finally broke the silence as she suddenly stood up marching out the compartment before he could say anything else.
Draco just reached over for his small carry on bag grabbing a pain potion to take now that he could sit down for a while, just thinking that is going to definitely be an interesting year.