Hello dear readers! First off I want to say thank you for all the reviews I have been getting. I would like to thank one reviewer in particular: Hedwig2000. Had it not been for this reader I probably wouldn't have updated until the end of this week. Hedwig also brings up an important topic: update times! I think what I may do is since i have this story to do and another one as well alternate which ones I update. This will guarantee better quality chapters and I don't end up exploding from stress. Well I will explain more of this at the end of the chapter. Enjoy!


Chapter 2: Train Wreck Part I

Malfoy starts to move under me; shifting not only me but some of the trunks that are on top of us. If he moved anymore the entire pile could easily break more bones or hit us on the head even harder. I smack him hard with the arm that was on his chest. That seemed to make him stop momentarily.

"Malfoy, you idiot, stop moving or you will kill us!"

His body stiffened when he heard my voice, "Granger? Get the hell off of me!" He went back to moving this time trying unsuccessfully to push me off of him.

"Oww! Stop it that hurts! Plus, in case you haven't noticed, Malfoy, we can't move because we are stuck under a large pile of trunks!" He stopped trying to push me off of him and instead took the time to actually look at where we were.

"We are stuck."

"No, really? I thought we were riding on a hippogriff," He scoffed at my sarcastic comment, obviously not amused.

"At least move your legs off of me, there are annoying and heavy."

"No, I don't feel like it."

"Move. Your. Legs."

"If you know what is best for you I would stop saying that."

"MOVE YOUR DAMN LEGS, GRANGER!" He was going to regret asking me to do that in about 5 seconds.

I did what he asked and moved my legs off of his as best as I could in the small space. When I moved them all the way off something horrible—at least for him—happened next.

*crunch*

"OWW! MY LEG! YOU BROKE MY LEG!" Even though he didn't care enough to let me explain it to him my legs had been the one thing that was stopping the cases from breaking his leg. Whoops my bad.

"Actually that wasn't my fault at all, if you hadn't made me move my legs off of you your leg wouldn't have been broken by the cases!"

I did feel a little bit bad about his leg being broken now, but it left me with a slight sense of satisfaction in knowing that at least he was suffering just as much as I was with my broken bones.

"...Well you could have told me that... Honestly Granger, at least attempt to be a little less daft"

"YOU WOULDN'T LET ME TELL YOU!"

"Alright then! Jeez, can we just stop fighting about this?"

"Why? I thought you liked fighting with people."

Draco spoke with a defensive tone, "Did it ever occur to you that I might not enjoy fighting with every person I talk to? That maybe - just maybe- I want a real, honest friend that won't just like me because I'm rich."

I was already equipped with a snarky answer, but his question was unexpected and surprising. It made me stop and rethink my choice in words.

"...I suppose not..."

"Then you shouldn't just assume you know the answer to everything Granger. At times, even you, can be very wrong."

This conversation was getting far too deep for my taste. I wasn't used to talking to him in such a civil manner -if you could call this civil- and it was starting to frighten me quite a bit. This entire situation alone put me in an uncomfortable position - almost as uncomfortable as the pain surging through my arm. Even though I didn't want to admit it, his words made me feel a little bit guilty for just assuming things about him and his life. I asked him something that I never ever thought I would ask him.

"How about a truce?"

He scoffed, "Are you being serious?"

"Yes, I am being serious! Stop being such a git!"

It hurt my feelings a little bit that he thought I was joking, though I refused to let him know what I thought of him; the last thing I wanted to do was to cry in front of Malfoy. Not only would I get tear stains all over his shirt but he would never let me live it down.

I for one can't even fathom why Malfoy is rude to me all the time. I've never, to my knowledge, done anything to make him hate me in the slightest. He just started hating me since the day we first met on the train. Any unfriendly thing I have done has been a response to whatever he had started.

I was so completely lost in my own thoughts, that I almost didn't hear him speak.

"Fine then...truce."

I was oddly excited that he decided to stop being a complete ass to me; then again that excitement could have just been from the adrenaline rushes surging through my body.

"So Grange- err. Hermione, how do you suppose we get out of this then?" He questioned me with that same smirk that I knew so well. It was hard to miss it seeing as his face was less than a foot from mine.

"Draco, I have no bloody idea."

"How about we do something to kill some time?" Seeing as this was our only option, I nodded in agreement.

"...So what do you want to do? Get to know each other better?"

It seemed odd that he was being so friendly all of a sudden but that might have just been the adrenaline again. I was perfectly okay with that though.

"Um only if you want to. I'm totally fine with it." There was a palpable amount of awkward tension in the space.

"Okay then...uh...where do I start?" I had to laugh at his pitiful attempt of trying to converse.

"How about with simple things like favorite color, favorite animal, favorite subject…"

"Okay then what is your favorite from all of those things you just listed?"

"Draco! Come up with your own questions!" He looked down at me patiently waiting for my answer—not that he could really go anywhere-, "Fine. Um my favorite color is aquamarine, my favorite animal is the quagga (yes it is an animal go look it up), and my favorite subject is probably potions. Now it is your turn, answer those same questions."

"And you tell me I am unoriginal," I gave him a tiny glare, "Fine, fine let me see….my favorite color is indigo, my favorite animal is a snake, and my favorite subject is potions."

"Hmm, the only thing surprising about that is your favorite color; I would have thought you would say green." He laughed at my comment. The funny thing was now that we were trying to be civil this time together was actually enjoyable.

The pain from my arm and head had also started to dull a little bit. Luckily the gash on my forehead wasn't bleeding heavily; otherwise I would be in trouble.

"So, how is your leg doing?"

"It is doing bloody fantastic. I had almost forgotten about it until you brought it up just now."

"Sorry about that; I am sure things can't get any worse though."

I didn't know how wrong I was about that statement. A few seconds later the train started to move again. Either we were falling further down or something worse was happening, all that I knew was that whatever was making the train move it was also making the trunks on top of us move. Both Draco and I cried out in pain as the trunks fell more on top of us. A trunk corner fell onto my face leaving a huge gash on my cheek, this was deeper and more blood started to flow. There was a sharp pressure in my rib cage and my legs were being pushed into the floor uncomfortably. My vision started to go blurry an=gain and the last thing I remember is Draco calling out my name and attempting to shake my uninjured shoulder in an effort to keep me awake.


Just so you know I try to make each chapter at least 1000 words so they aren't to short, that being said it may take me a while to write each one. It also depends on how inspired I am feeling. So as I was saying above I have two stories to update. I will alternate each story every week. So at the end of this week I will be putting up a new chapter of chanced. Also, I have a beta now! You can thank Khadra for partially editing this chapter! Leave a review and tell me what you think. Here is a little something to look forward to next week: things will heat up in part 2 of this chapter and there may even be a kiss!

Tata for now!

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