Chapter 3
Draco looked around the train station with a look of disdain upon his face. Public places full of mudbloods and blood traitors always managed to disgust him. He was already in a bad mood because of his less than perfect summer and that by itself was an understatement. Starting from the 31st of July when he had woken up to realize that he had come into a magical inheritance while he slept to today when he and his father had yet another disagreement on some inconsequential matter that he hadn't bothered to remember, life had been trial after trial after trial. He could feel the beginnings of a headache from right behind his eyelids from the entirely unnecessary racket that the mongrels around him dared to make. Malfoy reputation/morals be damned. If he had to take another second of all of this he would explode.
Just as he was contemplating what the benefits of mass murder would be at that moment , no matter the fact that he was highly outnumbered, he smelt the most wonderful scent he had ever had the opportunity to come across. The headache he had been complaining about immediately seemed trivial. All he wanted to do was find out where that scent was coming from. Turning his head subtly from side to side trying to figure out the source of the scent he was met with eyes of deep emerald. Eyes he was tempted to drown in until he realized the source was his one and only rival. Potter.
Harry had woken up that morning with a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach about what was about to occur later on in the day. Although he had been wishing to leave the Dursley's house from the moment he set foot into it in June he ALMOST wished that today wasn't September the 1st but rather some random day in August. Almost.
The Dursley's had indeed noticed the longer hair and had taken it upon themselves to punish the 'freak' who dared to attempt to do 'freakish' things while in their house. He had been worked so hard until he felt as if he would keel over from exhaustion and never get up. After inflicting definitely punishable by law manual labor on him they had gone on to starve him for days on end and lock him back up in the cupboard from his childhood which had unsurprisingly seemed smaller that before.
The only thing he had to be happy about was that they were still too scared of him to try and inflict pain on him. No bruises to try and hide from the world was always a godsend.
After hours of getting ready and dealing with the unstable temper of one Vernon Dursley, Harry had finally made it to the train station. The Dursley's had dumped him there and left without so much as a goodbye.
Harry, feeling the impending pressure of the meeting that was sure to take place between him and the Weasley's, had tried to walk as fast as he could to the train so as to avoid said meeting. He hadn't counted on smelling the most wonderful scent ever. He hadn't counted on becoming so enthralled with said scent that he absolutely had to find out where it was coming from. Unfortunately things don't always turn out the way you want them to.
Realizing that whatever he was looking for was coming from the left, Harry turned his head and set his eyes on his new favorite color in the form of a set of eyes. Silver-grey. He was quickly becoming hypnotized by said eyes until he noticed that they belong to the one and only Draco Malfoy. Of course then the period of enthrallment was over and instead of civil looks of hypnotization on the faces of the two boys, two twin glares were formed and quickly focused on each other only to look away moment forgotten until such a time in the future when the this specific memory was to be revisited.
Harry quickly boarded the train and was glad to realize that he had not run into the Weasley's and Hermione. Somehow deep down inside he knew that he was not going to enjoy a reunion with his two best friends.
He quickly walked to the back of the train, found an empty compartment, and settled down to a long boring ride back to Hogwarts. The only moment worth mentioning is when a couple of foreign exchange students came in and sat down across from him but even that wasn't enough to make the train ride any more interesting.
Harry eventually succumbed to a slumber that was neither distressful nor peaceful but somewhere in between the two. When he woke up they were just arriving at the train station so he quickly donned his uniform and hurried to catch a free carriage only pausing to wonder where Ron and Hermione had disappeared off to.
He settled into a carriage and was preparing for the ride to the castle when his so-called friends showed up. At first he was shunned into silence by the hateful scowls that appeared on their faces when they set their eyes on him but that quickly changed when he realized that this was his chance to get some answers.
"Ron, Hermione, I haven't talked to you guys in a long time. I wrote but you never answered. I was beginning to worry that you were hurt or something. Is everything ok?" Harry asked with a little bit of trepidation in his voice.
"Don't fucking talk to us. I'm only ever going to say this once so listen good. You and us are over, we are not your friends and we never will be again." Hermine stated with a cold and spiteful voice.
To say that those words didn't hurt Harry would have been a lie. He could not even begin to fathom why his friends of six years would all of a sudden ditch him as if he was nothing to them and his friendship didn't mean anything.
"W…wh…why? I don't understand. What is it that I did that could make you hate me like this? Maybe we can fix this. Just tell me how!!" Harry said frantically and hysterically. He did not expect to see the scowls on the faces of his friends deepen and he was also not expecting the words Hermione muttered next.
"If you think even for a moment that we will sit here and listen to your insane bumbling then you are mistaken. We hate you. Get over it. This is one fact I don't see changing anytime soon."
Ron was quiet the whole time and seemed to be following whatever lead Hermione had over the whole situation. The tension that filled the carriage after Hermione's words was so thick Harry felt that he might suffocate if he didn't leave soon. They soon arrived at Hogwarts and Ron and Hermione quickly moved to be with the other Gryffindor's. From the looks of it; they hated him too. The place he had always thought of as home was quickly changing into hell and with all the other problems going on in his life he didn't think he could handle it. Life in the wizarding world was quickly beoming as unbearable as life with the Dursley's for Harry and all anyone would do about it was sit back and watch the workings of one evil genious as he moved the pawns on his chess board to get a checkmate that would affect everyone in a disastrous way. If only they knew.
AN: Yeah I dont about this chapter but it needed to happen. They had to go back someday right. Hope you like it. Sorry this took so long. I've had this done since May but I wanted it beta read and everyone who said they'd do it didn't so sorry about any mistakes in it. I tried to fix everything I founf wrong but I dobt I got it all. Please Review and tell me what you think. It really helps me. I have the next 2 chapters done. I'll try to get them up asap.
