Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot (.
The trio had settled themselves in one of the last compartments at the back of the train. Ginny had gone to sit with some of her 5th year friends and they were wondering when Neville would show up.
"Was he even at King's Cross? I didn't see him," asked Ron leaning forward to look through the compartment window.
"Yes, he helped me with my luggage," responded Hermione remembering the awkward moment.
"Don't suppose we should look for him?" suggested Harry, "He's probably looking for our compartment."
"Yeah you're probably right, I'll go look for him," Hermione wanted to speak with him again. He obviously had been surprised by her new appearance, and so was she. She just needed to start the year over with him again and all awkward feelings would be gone.
She slid the compartment door and started walking down the narrow hallway. She rubbed her arms and realized they were bare, 'Oh, my sweater,' she turned back and looked down the hallway. She had already walked pretty far and she looked ahead of her, 'No one's in the hallway, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.' She continued walking and quickly looking through the compartment windows to check if Neville was in one of them.
He slid the compartment door closed and stared at the door handle for a few seconds then blinked and started walking in search for Pansy. He had a headache from the party last night. Pansy had been there too and begged him to borrow his jacket. He couldn't take anymore of her pathetic gibbering so he had just lent it to her but now he wanted it back.
He stepped onto another wagon and looked ahead of him. A girl was knocking on a compartment door and poked her head in it. It was Granger in a tube top...Granger in a tube top? Draco thought the hangover must have been giving him hallucinations. The girl was full of mysteries but he had to admit, this one far beat the others.
He watched her nod and close the compartment and started walking off the opposite direction. He smirked and started following her until he was only just a couple of feet away. "Well now Granger, you surprise me, I would have never thought you would show up looking like that," he said.
Hermione froze in her tracks. She knew that voice too well, and she knew that the owner of the voice was wearing a smirk. She turned around and faced him, "Is there something wrong with the way I look, Malfoy?" She couldn't help but look at him more intently. He was so much and taller and she could definitely see well sculpted muscles under his shirt, 'Nothing but a deceiving appearance,' she said to herself.
"No, actually I think this," he tugged at the hem of her shirt, "definitely suits you, Mudblood," he said smirking even more if that was even possible.
She raised her arm was just about to slap him hard when he caught her wrist. She was amazed at his strength but most of all Hermione couldn't believe Malfoy had just touched her, she suddenly felt hot...with what? Anger? Of course.
"What's wrong Granger? Can't take a compliment?" he asked never loosening his grip on her wrist.
"Let go of me, Malfoy" she said looking him straight into his icy grey eyes. He glared at her first then simply smiled and forcefully shoved her arm against her which caused her to stumble.
He sniggered, "Enjoy the rest of the rest of the trip, Granger."
She watched him walk into the next wagon and she started rubbing her sore wrist. She noticed his fingerprints were imprinted into her skin. 'Wonderful,' she continued rubbing it. She didn't feel like looking for Neville anymore. She headed back for her compartment.
She slid the door closed and turned to face her friends. Neville was there. She rolled her eyes.
"Neville was only a couple of compartments away, he was with Seamus and Dean," mumbled Ron while chewing on a chocolate frog.
"Hermione, what happened to your wrist?" asked Harry suddenly looking concerned.
She examined her wrist. It was already turning purple, 'He had to leave a mark didn't he?' She grabbed her sweater to cover the bruise. "It's nothing Harry...I just...got my wrist stuck in a fence...Don't worry," she smiled, '...in a fence? That's convincing.' Ron stopped chewing and frowned at Hermione, "How in bloody hell did you get your wrist stuck in a fence?"
The trio had settled themselves in one of the last compartments at the back of the train. Ginny had gone to sit with some of her 5th year friends and they were wondering when Neville would show up.
"Was he even at King's Cross? I didn't see him," asked Ron leaning forward to look through the compartment window.
"Yes, he helped me with my luggage," responded Hermione remembering the awkward moment.
"Don't suppose we should look for him?" suggested Harry, "He's probably looking for our compartment."
"Yeah you're probably right, I'll go look for him," Hermione wanted to speak with him again. He obviously had been surprised by her new appearance, and so was she. She just needed to start the year over with him again and all awkward feelings would be gone.
She slid the compartment door and started walking down the narrow hallway. She rubbed her arms and realized they were bare, 'Oh, my sweater,' she turned back and looked down the hallway. She had already walked pretty far and she looked ahead of her, 'No one's in the hallway, so I suppose it doesn't really matter.' She continued walking and quickly looking through the compartment windows to check if Neville was in one of them.
He slid the compartment door closed and stared at the door handle for a few seconds then blinked and started walking in search for Pansy. He had a headache from the party last night. Pansy had been there too and begged him to borrow his jacket. He couldn't take anymore of her pathetic gibbering so he had just lent it to her but now he wanted it back.
He stepped onto another wagon and looked ahead of him. A girl was knocking on a compartment door and poked her head in it. It was Granger in a tube top...Granger in a tube top? Draco thought the hangover must have been giving him hallucinations. The girl was full of mysteries but he had to admit, this one far beat the others.
He watched her nod and close the compartment and started walking off the opposite direction. He smirked and started following her until he was only just a couple of feet away. "Well now Granger, you surprise me, I would have never thought you would show up looking like that," he said.
Hermione froze in her tracks. She knew that voice too well, and she knew that the owner of the voice was wearing a smirk. She turned around and faced him, "Is there something wrong with the way I look, Malfoy?" She couldn't help but look at him more intently. He was so much and taller and she could definitely see well sculpted muscles under his shirt, 'Nothing but a deceiving appearance,' she said to herself.
"No, actually I think this," he tugged at the hem of her shirt, "definitely suits you, Mudblood," he said smirking even more if that was even possible.
She raised her arm was just about to slap him hard when he caught her wrist. She was amazed at his strength but most of all Hermione couldn't believe Malfoy had just touched her, she suddenly felt hot...with what? Anger? Of course.
"What's wrong Granger? Can't take a compliment?" he asked never loosening his grip on her wrist.
"Let go of me, Malfoy" she said looking him straight into his icy grey eyes. He glared at her first then simply smiled and forcefully shoved her arm against her which caused her to stumble.
He sniggered, "Enjoy the rest of the rest of the trip, Granger."
She watched him walk into the next wagon and she started rubbing her sore wrist. She noticed his fingerprints were imprinted into her skin. 'Wonderful,' she continued rubbing it. She didn't feel like looking for Neville anymore. She headed back for her compartment.
She slid the door closed and turned to face her friends. Neville was there. She rolled her eyes.
"Neville was only a couple of compartments away, he was with Seamus and Dean," mumbled Ron while chewing on a chocolate frog.
"Hermione, what happened to your wrist?" asked Harry suddenly looking concerned.
She examined her wrist. It was already turning purple, 'He had to leave a mark didn't he?' She grabbed her sweater to cover the bruise. "It's nothing Harry...I just...got my wrist stuck in a fence...Don't worry," she smiled, '...in a fence? That's convincing.' Ron stopped chewing and frowned at Hermione, "How in bloody hell did you get your wrist stuck in a fence?"