A/N: Come on people!!!! This story can't be that bad, is it? P-p-p-please review!!
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters affiliated with the Harry Potter series. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and her brilliant mind. I only own the plot of this story... well actually Marissa does.
Summary: One big secret can change everything. Enemies since they were born, they both come together to defeat the Dark Lord all because of her. They both loved her. They still do. She brought them together in a way that she didn't even know.
Rating: R for adult situations and language.
When the Grinch's Heart Grew
Chapter 3: Sweet Reunions
"That was a good one Ron!" Hermione laughed. "Harry, what's the matter?" she asked as she saw Harry looking at the compartment door across from them, spacing out. He looked as if he was concentrating on something hard.
"It's nothing," he said truthfully turning to her. He wasn't quite sure why that girl caught his attention. It's just she looked so much like, 'Nah' he thought to himself. But he still had a feeling. He looked towards Hermione who had one eyebrow raised in suspicion. "I saw some girl in that compartment, I think she's new. I've never seen her before," he told her so as to not raise suspicions any farther.
"Oh there's a new student?!" Hermione jumped out of her seat clasping her hands together. "Maybe we should go over there and welcome her to Hogwarts!"
Harry and Ron looked at each other in pure shock, eyes wide and foreheads crinkled. They never saw her so excited before. Not since they joined that S.P.E.W. 'Probably wants to show off she's head girl,' they both thought.
"What ever for?" Ron groaned as they rose from their seats to walk over to the other side of the train.
Just as they stood up to 'greet' the new girl, a knocked sounded on the door. Hermione opened the compartment door and the woman with the treats cart was standing there. "Alright! Hermione we can go after we eat! It's a long train ride anyway." Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down as the two boys bought almost every snack they could. Ron closed the door behind him as Harry and him threw all their snacks in a pile on the seat across from them. They sat eating their cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, and bertie bott's every flavour beans enjoying themselves. Well, Ron and Harry were. They weren't exactly in a hurry to say 'Hi!' to some new girl. Atleast not as anxious to do it as Hermione was.
"So Hermione, why do you want to see her so much anyway?" Harry asked after swallowing a mouth full of cauldron cakes while Ron sat next to him reading a wizard's card from his chocolate frog.
"I don't know. I'm head girl and I thought that being head girl and all I should welcome her to Hogwarts. Show her that people here are nice and ready to welcome her... you know set an example," she reasoned shrugging looking towards the window. Hermione turned back towards them as Ron went into a fit of coughs and Harry started to pat him on the back.
"You all right mate?" A gray colored looking bertie botts every flavour bean went flying from Ron's mouth and across the compartment landing next to Hermione.
"Gross," Hermione groaned wrinkling her nose.
"Must have went down the wrong pipe," Ron said with a raspy voice in between breaths.
"Well no wonder! You were practically swallowing those beans like you were drinking from a glass of pumpkin juice."
"For your information Hermione, I chewed most of those beans rather well."
"Ok Ron and I are done eating, let's go greet this new girl to get it over with," Harry interjected before a row could break out. They all stood up again, slid open their compartment door open and walked over to the other side of the train. Hermione knocked.
"What am I doing here?" Melissa looked around her surroundings very confused. One second she was on the train going to school and now she was in a very dark forest surrounded by bushes and trees. No matter where she looked, she saw little red eyes looking at her from all directions. She heard the cracks of twigs and the rustling the leaves as she stood there in the opening. The little red eyes got bigger and bigger as they got closer and closer. Her breathing hitched in her throat and she began to walk forward but was met with a high pitched laughter. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Who - who's there?!" she stuttered, voice shaking slightly. More laughter met her ears as torches surrounding her and the opening lit all at once making the clearing in the forest show up. Finally she could see something. She searched around the clearing hoping to find the source of the laughter. They surrounded her. Tall men covered in black from head to foot stood where the red eyes were once staring at her. Hoods hiding their faces and silver masks underneath them. Each one holding a wand in their hands. She scanned the circle looking for some kind of way to escape. It was impossible. They blocked every exit. Each man so close together it looked as if they were connected at the shoulders creating a barrier. 'My wand! Duh! I know like almost every dark spell there is!' she thought frantically searching through her robes. 'Shit!' she almost yelled out loud looking up desperately. The wand was no where to be found. She straightened up as that merciless laugh sounded again, only closer this time and echoed through out the silent forest and echoing in her ears.
"Missing something?" the voice rang out through the clearing met with sniggers from the cloaked figures. "Your wand won't help you this time." Melissa squinted across the clearing to get a look at who was speaking but only saw darkness. She looked around frantically once again growing more nervous and frightened every minute she was there, but jumped about 5 feet in the air as someone appeared in the middle of the circle in front of her with a small 'pop.' A hood also hid his face. He was taller than all the other men but looked most fragile. He looked almost impossibly skinny and as if a bone would break from the slightest touch.
"Who are you!?" she asked with more force finding her courage. She watched as sickly pale, skinny hands reached up. Each vein shown a bright blue and protruded from his skin. The hands lifted the hood from his face and let it fall freely from his head. Melissa gasped as she saw more clearly who it was. She knew that face all too well. There in the middle of his face were two slits, red eyes bulged from his head surrounded by white skin. "Voldemort?!" she whispered, eyes wide and she dropped to the ground bowing and not making any eye contact.
"Indeed," he nodded smiling.
She looked up. "What do you wish of me?"
He knelt down in front of her his eyes searching hers. A cold white hand came forward and lifted her right hand in front of them. "I know of your secret..." She looked horrified up at him. "but I also know of your loyalty to me. You can be very useful, that is if you do not wish to die."
"Master?" She looked inquisitively at him. She didn't understand.
"You will follow this mission and succeed. If you fail you will pay the consequences. You are going to be sorted into Gryffindor at the feast –"
"No! How do you know this?!"
"Did I say you could speak?!" he yelled at her.
She looked down. "My apologies."
"The question is, how do you NOT know you're going to be put into Gryffindor? Did you honestly think you were still going to be sorted into Slytherin after your true self was revealed?"
"I wish I could still be put into Slytherin," she answered.
"But that's the genius of it all. Being in Gryffindor will put you closer to Potter. Your mission is to befriend Potter, get him to trust you and bring him to me. He does not need to know of your secret but it will play a big part."
"Yes Sir," she answered.
"You do understand that if you fail you will be killed." She flinched at the harshness in his voice. "If you fail, I cannot have someone like you running around relaying information back to Potter and that old bat Dumbledore. I must know I am able to trust you with all the information you are going to be given and to know that, there is one more thing I must do." He raised her right hand and turned it over revealing the underside of her arm as he pushed up the sleeve of her robes. He took his wand and pointed it at the bare flesh. She did not hear what he was saying but no sooner had he started saying it a flash of green light shot from the end of his wand into her arm and she screamed in agony. The pain was unbearable as she sat there yelling the pain away out of her arm. The Dark Lord laughed as the other Death Eaters watched on.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she fell off the seat of her compartment on the train onto the floor, her hair and face drenched with sweat. She sat there breathing heavily, chest rising up and down trying to catch her breath. She sighed, "A dream, just a dream." Suddenly she gripped her right forearm while it burned. She lifted up her sleeve and her eyes widened. There on her arm was the dark mark glowing red. She was startled at the knock on the door and quickly covered her arm. She sat on the floor picking up a handful of her robes and wiped her face off collecting herself as the person knocked again. She stood up shakily and opened the door. "Ugh!" she groaned as she saw whom it was standing in front of her. She turned back around and sat down next to the window once again hiding her shaking hands in her robes.
"Hi! I'm Hermione Granger! Harry here saw you from across the hall and thought you were new here and so I thought we would just come by to say hello and welcome you to Hogwarts!" she said cheerfully.
"Don't waist your breath," she mumbled back.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing!" she smiled sweetly. 'You have to make friends with them, don't blow it now,' she thought to herself. "Nice to meet you, I'm Melissa Norquest." She looked to the other two boys behind her and saw the oh, so wonderful Harry Potter standing in the doorway. The cause of everything that's gone wrong in her life thus far.
"This is Ron Weasley" pointing to the red head who waved behind her, "and, well, you know Harry Potter." He just looked into those familiar green eyes of hers and smiled weakly, lost in thought again.
"How do you do?" She forced a smile on her face.
"As I was saying, Harry here saw you when you came on the train and noticed you were new. What year are you going into?"
"Seventh."
"Oh! You'll be going into the same year as us!" she squealed.
"Oh goody!" but no one caught her sarcasm.
"Ok Hermione, I think we've bothered her enough," Ron pronounced. She looked toward Harry who was once again staring at her. His green eyes boring into hers. She thought maybe for a split second he knew about her, but shook it away and thought otherwise.
"Well, well, well, scaring off some new students already are we Granger?" a drawling voice rang from the hallway. The three Gryffindors rolled their eyes turning around. Melissa watched as a kid with blonde-white hair made his way into the compartment wearing a smirk. 'A sexy smirk I might add.'
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked exasperatly. Melissa stood and took a good look at the kid and ran the name through her head. 'Malfoy? I've heard that name before, but where?' she pondered.
"Tut, tut Granger. Must we always be so rude?" the boy fired back.
"You're the one to talk Malfoy!" The kid named Ron answered.
"Watch it Weasley, or I'll just have to make you even more poor than you are now!" Harry had to grab the back of Ron's shirt to restrain him from jumping on Malfoy. "Who's your friend?" he asked ignoring Ron and turning towards Melissa. Their eyes met as they both scanned each other over. Melissa watched as Draco's eyes traveled up and down, taking in as much as he could. He sure did like what he saw. She stood at 5'4 with that long red straight hair falling behind her. He traveled down looking at her long neck and saw some cleavage under that baggy school shirt. He ventured down ever further and examined her thin, toned legs covered to mid-thigh with her short, school skirt. Her body covered by the richest tan and looked smoother than the glass behind her. Melissa did the same thing moving her eyes down over his lightly tanned skin, over his broad shoulders and built chest, which she could see the very top of under his shirt. She could only guess the six-pack he had under that shirt. He stood 5'11 as Melissa brought her eyes back up and rested on his piercing blue-gray eyes. His hair hung loosely around his face in a sexy, messed up sort of way. 'I approve,' she thought to herself. 'I'm definitely going to go for this one!'
"This is Melissa Norquest." Hermione interrupted their thoughts. "Melissa, this is Draco Malfoy," she introduced with disgust.
"DRACO MALFOY?!"
"MELISSA NORQUEST?!" they both yelled at the same time. 'Ew! What the hell was I thinking?!' their thoughts screamed in their heads at the same time.
"I didn't know you went here! If I did, I would have been sure not to come here!" Melissa yelled. The three Gryffindors were caught off guard, jumped back towards the edge of the compartment and stood there in shock, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.
"If I knew you would have been coming, I would have left! I knew I should have went to Durmstrang when my father offered it!"
"Nice try Draco! But Durmstrang was my school before I came here! And are you still going on about your father?! Get a life!"
"My father is worth more than your whole family!" His face turned red at the thought of Melissa insulting his father.
"You know nothing about my family," she said in a deathly whisper glaring daggers at him.
"Aww, is wittle Mewissa getting all upset?" He put on a fake pout and started laughing. "Are you going to go running to your mother just like you did when we were little?"
With that Melissa lunged forward and tackled Draco to the ground. His hands were crossed over his chest as Melissa held them there lying on top of him, straddling him. Her knee rested in between Draco's legs ready to knee him if need be. Her hair fell around her face touching Draco's and with their faces centimeters apart, she whispered, her voice dripping with venom, "Don't ever, ever mention my 'mother' again, got it Dracey? Or I'll just have to kick your ass so hard you'll be able to feel my foot in your mouth." She looked into his eyes wishing death upon him.
Draco felt her warm sweet breath flowing across his face as they lied there, her straddling him and their faces centimeters apart. If it weren't for the fact that she was threatening him, he would have definitely taken the opportunity to engulf her lips with his. Draco pushed her off of him and she went souring through the air. She landed on the other side of the compartment with her hair in her face. She groaned as she wiped the hair away from her eyes and looked up to see Draco standing over her with his wand extended. His hair fell down around his face into his eyes. If his wand wasn't pointing right at her chest that second she would have thought she'd see a halo on top of his head. Right now all she saw were horns.
"Did you forget we have wands? Any last words before I hex you to death?" he asked menacingly as he aimed his wand right at her.
Her chest rose and fell out of breath from tackling him to the ground. "Yea," she slid her hand into her pocket and gripped her wand. "Better luck next time." She whipped out her wand and yelled, "Rictusempra!!!" and Draco flew backwards out the compartment door, Harry, Ron, and Hermione running out of his way, into the wall of the middle aisle of the train banging his head against the wall knocking him unconscious. He slumped into a heap in the hallway.
"Oh my god!!!" Hermione yelled. "We can't leave him like this!! We're going to be in so much trouble!"
Melissa lifted herself up and walked over to the door. "He deserved it!" she looked down at the limp body on the floor and looked back up to the three standing in the hallway looking down at him. "See you at the feast!" She closed the door with a little wave and smiled as she went over to the seat next to the window.
"That was different," chimed in Harry as he turned his attention from the shut door to his friends.
"I think this is going to be an interesting year, don't you?" Ron asked.
"Let's get back to our compartment." Hermione stepped over Malfoy without so much of glance back. Ron and Harry followed.
"Good idea, I still got some chocolate frogs to eat," Ron responded and all three stepped into their compartment and slid the door shut.
She almost hated Draco Malfoy more than that Harry Potter... almost, but that still didn't stop the next thought that ran through her head. 'How can someone be so good looking and be such a jackass?' Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she had just thought. "What!?" she yelled out loud. "Eww gross! I hope he swallows some poisoned pumpkin juice and dies!" she yelled out in frustration. She looked down at her arm and lifted the sleeve once again. The mark was fading now into a dark brown. She took her left pointer finger and ran the finger over it lightly and slowly, wincing at the pain. "I thought it was only a dream." She looked at it longingly wishing there was someone out there who could help her through this. Wishing she had real parents whom she could join the circle with. But she had none. She hastily pushed that moment of weakness away and continued looking at the mark with cold, harsh eyes. If she was going to be part of his inner circle she was going to do it right. No way was she going to die because of that damn Potter.
"We will be arriving at Hogwarts in 10 minutes," called a voice through out the train interrupting her thoughts. She covered the mark with her sleeve again and sat there as the train stopped with a jolt. She looked out her window and saw kids, ranging from ages 11 – 17, file off the train with their friends off to the carriages to carry them up to the castle. She sighed and stood in her compartment heading for the aisle to join the parade of students climbing off the train to begin another school year.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters affiliated with the Harry Potter series. They all belong to J.K. Rowling and her brilliant mind. I only own the plot of this story... well actually Marissa does.
Summary: One big secret can change everything. Enemies since they were born, they both come together to defeat the Dark Lord all because of her. They both loved her. They still do. She brought them together in a way that she didn't even know.
Rating: R for adult situations and language.
When the Grinch's Heart Grew
Chapter 3: Sweet Reunions
"That was a good one Ron!" Hermione laughed. "Harry, what's the matter?" she asked as she saw Harry looking at the compartment door across from them, spacing out. He looked as if he was concentrating on something hard.
"It's nothing," he said truthfully turning to her. He wasn't quite sure why that girl caught his attention. It's just she looked so much like, 'Nah' he thought to himself. But he still had a feeling. He looked towards Hermione who had one eyebrow raised in suspicion. "I saw some girl in that compartment, I think she's new. I've never seen her before," he told her so as to not raise suspicions any farther.
"Oh there's a new student?!" Hermione jumped out of her seat clasping her hands together. "Maybe we should go over there and welcome her to Hogwarts!"
Harry and Ron looked at each other in pure shock, eyes wide and foreheads crinkled. They never saw her so excited before. Not since they joined that S.P.E.W. 'Probably wants to show off she's head girl,' they both thought.
"What ever for?" Ron groaned as they rose from their seats to walk over to the other side of the train.
Just as they stood up to 'greet' the new girl, a knocked sounded on the door. Hermione opened the compartment door and the woman with the treats cart was standing there. "Alright! Hermione we can go after we eat! It's a long train ride anyway." Hermione rolled her eyes and sat down as the two boys bought almost every snack they could. Ron closed the door behind him as Harry and him threw all their snacks in a pile on the seat across from them. They sat eating their cauldron cakes, chocolate frogs, and bertie bott's every flavour beans enjoying themselves. Well, Ron and Harry were. They weren't exactly in a hurry to say 'Hi!' to some new girl. Atleast not as anxious to do it as Hermione was.
"So Hermione, why do you want to see her so much anyway?" Harry asked after swallowing a mouth full of cauldron cakes while Ron sat next to him reading a wizard's card from his chocolate frog.
"I don't know. I'm head girl and I thought that being head girl and all I should welcome her to Hogwarts. Show her that people here are nice and ready to welcome her... you know set an example," she reasoned shrugging looking towards the window. Hermione turned back towards them as Ron went into a fit of coughs and Harry started to pat him on the back.
"You all right mate?" A gray colored looking bertie botts every flavour bean went flying from Ron's mouth and across the compartment landing next to Hermione.
"Gross," Hermione groaned wrinkling her nose.
"Must have went down the wrong pipe," Ron said with a raspy voice in between breaths.
"Well no wonder! You were practically swallowing those beans like you were drinking from a glass of pumpkin juice."
"For your information Hermione, I chewed most of those beans rather well."
"Ok Ron and I are done eating, let's go greet this new girl to get it over with," Harry interjected before a row could break out. They all stood up again, slid open their compartment door open and walked over to the other side of the train. Hermione knocked.
"What am I doing here?" Melissa looked around her surroundings very confused. One second she was on the train going to school and now she was in a very dark forest surrounded by bushes and trees. No matter where she looked, she saw little red eyes looking at her from all directions. She heard the cracks of twigs and the rustling the leaves as she stood there in the opening. The little red eyes got bigger and bigger as they got closer and closer. Her breathing hitched in her throat and she began to walk forward but was met with a high pitched laughter. She stopped dead in her tracks. "Who - who's there?!" she stuttered, voice shaking slightly. More laughter met her ears as torches surrounding her and the opening lit all at once making the clearing in the forest show up. Finally she could see something. She searched around the clearing hoping to find the source of the laughter. They surrounded her. Tall men covered in black from head to foot stood where the red eyes were once staring at her. Hoods hiding their faces and silver masks underneath them. Each one holding a wand in their hands. She scanned the circle looking for some kind of way to escape. It was impossible. They blocked every exit. Each man so close together it looked as if they were connected at the shoulders creating a barrier. 'My wand! Duh! I know like almost every dark spell there is!' she thought frantically searching through her robes. 'Shit!' she almost yelled out loud looking up desperately. The wand was no where to be found. She straightened up as that merciless laugh sounded again, only closer this time and echoed through out the silent forest and echoing in her ears.
"Missing something?" the voice rang out through the clearing met with sniggers from the cloaked figures. "Your wand won't help you this time." Melissa squinted across the clearing to get a look at who was speaking but only saw darkness. She looked around frantically once again growing more nervous and frightened every minute she was there, but jumped about 5 feet in the air as someone appeared in the middle of the circle in front of her with a small 'pop.' A hood also hid his face. He was taller than all the other men but looked most fragile. He looked almost impossibly skinny and as if a bone would break from the slightest touch.
"Who are you!?" she asked with more force finding her courage. She watched as sickly pale, skinny hands reached up. Each vein shown a bright blue and protruded from his skin. The hands lifted the hood from his face and let it fall freely from his head. Melissa gasped as she saw more clearly who it was. She knew that face all too well. There in the middle of his face were two slits, red eyes bulged from his head surrounded by white skin. "Voldemort?!" she whispered, eyes wide and she dropped to the ground bowing and not making any eye contact.
"Indeed," he nodded smiling.
She looked up. "What do you wish of me?"
He knelt down in front of her his eyes searching hers. A cold white hand came forward and lifted her right hand in front of them. "I know of your secret..." She looked horrified up at him. "but I also know of your loyalty to me. You can be very useful, that is if you do not wish to die."
"Master?" She looked inquisitively at him. She didn't understand.
"You will follow this mission and succeed. If you fail you will pay the consequences. You are going to be sorted into Gryffindor at the feast –"
"No! How do you know this?!"
"Did I say you could speak?!" he yelled at her.
She looked down. "My apologies."
"The question is, how do you NOT know you're going to be put into Gryffindor? Did you honestly think you were still going to be sorted into Slytherin after your true self was revealed?"
"I wish I could still be put into Slytherin," she answered.
"But that's the genius of it all. Being in Gryffindor will put you closer to Potter. Your mission is to befriend Potter, get him to trust you and bring him to me. He does not need to know of your secret but it will play a big part."
"Yes Sir," she answered.
"You do understand that if you fail you will be killed." She flinched at the harshness in his voice. "If you fail, I cannot have someone like you running around relaying information back to Potter and that old bat Dumbledore. I must know I am able to trust you with all the information you are going to be given and to know that, there is one more thing I must do." He raised her right hand and turned it over revealing the underside of her arm as he pushed up the sleeve of her robes. He took his wand and pointed it at the bare flesh. She did not hear what he was saying but no sooner had he started saying it a flash of green light shot from the end of his wand into her arm and she screamed in agony. The pain was unbearable as she sat there yelling the pain away out of her arm. The Dark Lord laughed as the other Death Eaters watched on.
"Fuck!" she exclaimed as she fell off the seat of her compartment on the train onto the floor, her hair and face drenched with sweat. She sat there breathing heavily, chest rising up and down trying to catch her breath. She sighed, "A dream, just a dream." Suddenly she gripped her right forearm while it burned. She lifted up her sleeve and her eyes widened. There on her arm was the dark mark glowing red. She was startled at the knock on the door and quickly covered her arm. She sat on the floor picking up a handful of her robes and wiped her face off collecting herself as the person knocked again. She stood up shakily and opened the door. "Ugh!" she groaned as she saw whom it was standing in front of her. She turned back around and sat down next to the window once again hiding her shaking hands in her robes.
"Hi! I'm Hermione Granger! Harry here saw you from across the hall and thought you were new here and so I thought we would just come by to say hello and welcome you to Hogwarts!" she said cheerfully.
"Don't waist your breath," she mumbled back.
"Pardon?"
"Nothing!" she smiled sweetly. 'You have to make friends with them, don't blow it now,' she thought to herself. "Nice to meet you, I'm Melissa Norquest." She looked to the other two boys behind her and saw the oh, so wonderful Harry Potter standing in the doorway. The cause of everything that's gone wrong in her life thus far.
"This is Ron Weasley" pointing to the red head who waved behind her, "and, well, you know Harry Potter." He just looked into those familiar green eyes of hers and smiled weakly, lost in thought again.
"How do you do?" She forced a smile on her face.
"As I was saying, Harry here saw you when you came on the train and noticed you were new. What year are you going into?"
"Seventh."
"Oh! You'll be going into the same year as us!" she squealed.
"Oh goody!" but no one caught her sarcasm.
"Ok Hermione, I think we've bothered her enough," Ron pronounced. She looked toward Harry who was once again staring at her. His green eyes boring into hers. She thought maybe for a split second he knew about her, but shook it away and thought otherwise.
"Well, well, well, scaring off some new students already are we Granger?" a drawling voice rang from the hallway. The three Gryffindors rolled their eyes turning around. Melissa watched as a kid with blonde-white hair made his way into the compartment wearing a smirk. 'A sexy smirk I might add.'
"What do you want Malfoy?" Hermione asked exasperatly. Melissa stood and took a good look at the kid and ran the name through her head. 'Malfoy? I've heard that name before, but where?' she pondered.
"Tut, tut Granger. Must we always be so rude?" the boy fired back.
"You're the one to talk Malfoy!" The kid named Ron answered.
"Watch it Weasley, or I'll just have to make you even more poor than you are now!" Harry had to grab the back of Ron's shirt to restrain him from jumping on Malfoy. "Who's your friend?" he asked ignoring Ron and turning towards Melissa. Their eyes met as they both scanned each other over. Melissa watched as Draco's eyes traveled up and down, taking in as much as he could. He sure did like what he saw. She stood at 5'4 with that long red straight hair falling behind her. He traveled down looking at her long neck and saw some cleavage under that baggy school shirt. He ventured down ever further and examined her thin, toned legs covered to mid-thigh with her short, school skirt. Her body covered by the richest tan and looked smoother than the glass behind her. Melissa did the same thing moving her eyes down over his lightly tanned skin, over his broad shoulders and built chest, which she could see the very top of under his shirt. She could only guess the six-pack he had under that shirt. He stood 5'11 as Melissa brought her eyes back up and rested on his piercing blue-gray eyes. His hair hung loosely around his face in a sexy, messed up sort of way. 'I approve,' she thought to herself. 'I'm definitely going to go for this one!'
"This is Melissa Norquest." Hermione interrupted their thoughts. "Melissa, this is Draco Malfoy," she introduced with disgust.
"DRACO MALFOY?!"
"MELISSA NORQUEST?!" they both yelled at the same time. 'Ew! What the hell was I thinking?!' their thoughts screamed in their heads at the same time.
"I didn't know you went here! If I did, I would have been sure not to come here!" Melissa yelled. The three Gryffindors were caught off guard, jumped back towards the edge of the compartment and stood there in shock, watching the scene unfold with wide eyes.
"If I knew you would have been coming, I would have left! I knew I should have went to Durmstrang when my father offered it!"
"Nice try Draco! But Durmstrang was my school before I came here! And are you still going on about your father?! Get a life!"
"My father is worth more than your whole family!" His face turned red at the thought of Melissa insulting his father.
"You know nothing about my family," she said in a deathly whisper glaring daggers at him.
"Aww, is wittle Mewissa getting all upset?" He put on a fake pout and started laughing. "Are you going to go running to your mother just like you did when we were little?"
With that Melissa lunged forward and tackled Draco to the ground. His hands were crossed over his chest as Melissa held them there lying on top of him, straddling him. Her knee rested in between Draco's legs ready to knee him if need be. Her hair fell around her face touching Draco's and with their faces centimeters apart, she whispered, her voice dripping with venom, "Don't ever, ever mention my 'mother' again, got it Dracey? Or I'll just have to kick your ass so hard you'll be able to feel my foot in your mouth." She looked into his eyes wishing death upon him.
Draco felt her warm sweet breath flowing across his face as they lied there, her straddling him and their faces centimeters apart. If it weren't for the fact that she was threatening him, he would have definitely taken the opportunity to engulf her lips with his. Draco pushed her off of him and she went souring through the air. She landed on the other side of the compartment with her hair in her face. She groaned as she wiped the hair away from her eyes and looked up to see Draco standing over her with his wand extended. His hair fell down around his face into his eyes. If his wand wasn't pointing right at her chest that second she would have thought she'd see a halo on top of his head. Right now all she saw were horns.
"Did you forget we have wands? Any last words before I hex you to death?" he asked menacingly as he aimed his wand right at her.
Her chest rose and fell out of breath from tackling him to the ground. "Yea," she slid her hand into her pocket and gripped her wand. "Better luck next time." She whipped out her wand and yelled, "Rictusempra!!!" and Draco flew backwards out the compartment door, Harry, Ron, and Hermione running out of his way, into the wall of the middle aisle of the train banging his head against the wall knocking him unconscious. He slumped into a heap in the hallway.
"Oh my god!!!" Hermione yelled. "We can't leave him like this!! We're going to be in so much trouble!"
Melissa lifted herself up and walked over to the door. "He deserved it!" she looked down at the limp body on the floor and looked back up to the three standing in the hallway looking down at him. "See you at the feast!" She closed the door with a little wave and smiled as she went over to the seat next to the window.
"That was different," chimed in Harry as he turned his attention from the shut door to his friends.
"I think this is going to be an interesting year, don't you?" Ron asked.
"Let's get back to our compartment." Hermione stepped over Malfoy without so much of glance back. Ron and Harry followed.
"Good idea, I still got some chocolate frogs to eat," Ron responded and all three stepped into their compartment and slid the door shut.
She almost hated Draco Malfoy more than that Harry Potter... almost, but that still didn't stop the next thought that ran through her head. 'How can someone be so good looking and be such a jackass?' Her eyes grew wide as she realized what she had just thought. "What!?" she yelled out loud. "Eww gross! I hope he swallows some poisoned pumpkin juice and dies!" she yelled out in frustration. She looked down at her arm and lifted the sleeve once again. The mark was fading now into a dark brown. She took her left pointer finger and ran the finger over it lightly and slowly, wincing at the pain. "I thought it was only a dream." She looked at it longingly wishing there was someone out there who could help her through this. Wishing she had real parents whom she could join the circle with. But she had none. She hastily pushed that moment of weakness away and continued looking at the mark with cold, harsh eyes. If she was going to be part of his inner circle she was going to do it right. No way was she going to die because of that damn Potter.
"We will be arriving at Hogwarts in 10 minutes," called a voice through out the train interrupting her thoughts. She covered the mark with her sleeve again and sat there as the train stopped with a jolt. She looked out her window and saw kids, ranging from ages 11 – 17, file off the train with their friends off to the carriages to carry them up to the castle. She sighed and stood in her compartment heading for the aisle to join the parade of students climbing off the train to begin another school year.