Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters, nor nothing. It all belongs to JK Rowling. She is AWESOME!!!!!!
Setting: This is when they arrive to Hogwarts. This is in Draco's point of view.
Author's Note: This scenario is the same as the previous one. However, since Draco and Hermione didn't see each other much during the previous chapter, it doesn't really reflect it too much.
"I love you," she whispered into my chest.
"I love you, too," I replied, kissing her hair. I said each word distinctly, with pure sincerity and honesty in my voice.
I loved her, I really did. I had never felt like this before—for anyone. I placed my hand on her chin, with my eyes closed, as I started to lift her face up to see her beauty.
I opened my eyes, and found myself alone in the train compartment. Huh? What was that about? I wondered. And who was that girl in my dreams?
I sat up and realized we had arrived to Hogwarts. Good thing I don't have to take my stuff, I said to myself. I walked out and saw some of the stragglers getting their things. Suckers.
I got off the train and almost in the blink of an eye, Pansy was by my side.
"Do you want my company now?" she asked, hoping to receive a yes.
"Honestly?" I replied, answering her question with my own. Her eyes beamed, and she nodded her head.
"No," I stated, cold and remote.
She dismissed my response as she grabbed my hand. Dammit! She's such a pest!
Just then, Crabbe and Goyle came to join us. What a relief!
As we started walking away, Zabini found us. "Hey mates!" he called. Then, turning his gaze to me, he said, "That big, hairy teacher was looking for you."
"Which one? That bloody giant one?" I asked. The guys started laughing.
"That's the one," he confirmed, with a smile on his face.
"What the hell does he want?" I questioned, the irritation clearly visible in my voice.
His grin disappeared. "Whoa mate, calm down. Don't shoot me, I'm only the messenger," he said. "And I don't know what he wants."
"Well, let's go see," I stated, taking him with me.
I couldn't believe I was stuck trying to find this filthy creature. But it did, however, provide me with the break I needed. It served as a good excuse to get away from annoying ass Pansy.
Even though it wasn't hard to spot him—with all the first years—we took our time getting to him. I had plenty of minutes to kill. When we finally approached him, I cleared my throat to get his attention.
"Professor," I addressed him, sneering at the title. "Zabini here told me you were looking for me."
"Yes Malfoy, I was," he responded. "Dumbledore tol' me ter inform ya that ya will have ter meet with him today after the feast. He will be waiting fer ya in his office."
"Very well," I said.
As I was about to walk off, Zabini interrupted. "Does Malfoy get to sit with us, at the Slytherin table?"
"Yes, he does," the half giant replied.
"Oh, even better," I said, this time actually managing to get away.
As I walked by, females kept staring at me with goggling eyes. "Wow. This never gets old," I told Zabini, as I pointed out a couple of them.
"Of course not, mate," he replied.
We laughed and kept going. Even other 7th years couldn't stop staring, and were drooling over me. I wonder who I'll get this week… Better yet, I wonder who I'll want for this week… I thought, a malicious grin appearing on my face.
Crabbe and Goyle found us, once more, and I was more than happy when I noticed they had ditched Pansy. Whatever their secret was to getting rid of her, they would have to tell me.
Even though Pansy hadn't changed much over the summer, I couldn't stand being with her anymore. Every time she was with me now, I felt extremely irritated. Her presence bugged me to no end.
Poor girl, all she only wanted was my company, I thought. Oh well, I'm glad to see at least one of us feels like that. I laughed darkly. Either way, I could care less.
"So, heard of any parties yet?" Crabbe asked, always willing to take advantage of a drunken chick.
"Yeah," Goyle answered. "The Hufflepuffs are having one this Saturday."
"Sounds like a plan," I replied, enthused. I could already see how it would turn up. Me hooking up with some random girl, drunk as hell. I laughed.
We headed over to the school, following the crowd, but staying a bit behind. I always liked to keep my distance. Otherwise, people might start thinking that I was a part of them. Puke. As if.
When we arrived to the castle, my eyes turned to our tables. Finally some decent decorations, I thought. Our tables and seats, just like our robes, were green and silver. We headed over to them and sat down.
"Where did you guys go?" asked Pansy, sitting down next to us. "When I returned from trying to find Draco, you guys were gone."
"Yeah, we know. We kind of… um… sort of… um… did it… um… on PURPOSE!" Goyle said, emphasizing the last word.
I laughed at the pissed-off expression on Pansy's face. Suddenly, she turned to me and glared. If looks could kill…
"Now, now," I said. "Don't go getting mad, Pansy dear. You see, it's not their fault. It's yours, for making such a nuisance out of yourself."
Her eyes widened in shock. However, she couldn't help but smile when I placed my arm around her. "Do you understand now?" I asked. She nodded. That's when the doors closed and McGonagall stood up.
"Welcome to Hogwarts—School of Magic," she announced. I saw surprise painted on many faces.
"Our headmaster will be here shortly," she confirmed. "For now, the sorting of the first years will commence."
Out came the Sorting Hat, calling off the house names. A smile played on my lips, as I remembered when it had been my turn—during my first year. The hat had barely touched my head, when it called out Slytherin. Oh how right it had been, I smirked.
The hat kept calling out names until it finally ended. For the first time tonight, Dumbledore came to the stage. "Good evening, students, and welcome to Hogwarts—School of Magic," he greeted. "I hope you all find the school to your liking." He took a pause and then called out two students to the front—myself and the Mudblood.
"Before I continue, I would like to call Miss Hermione Granger and Mr. Draco Malfoy to the front. If you two may please join me," he said.
I raised to my feet, and I could see girls staring at me, even more obvious—if possible—than before. I walked slowly, allowing others to watch my perfection. When I got to the platform, Granger was already there.
"I give to you, Miss Hermione Granger—7th year, Gryffindor—and Mr. Draco Malfoy—7th year, Slytherin," he introduced. "They have been chosen to be this year's Head Girl and Head Boy."
I nodded my head, as if acknowledging the students. In reality, I was extremely enraged. How dare he name that Mudblood before me? I thought. She's inferior to me, she should go after!
I then returned to my seat with a fake smile on my face. From years of practice, I had managed to perfect it. No one knew how ticked off I really was.
Dumbledore resumed his speech, as he warned us to be careful. He went on and on and on. My first year, I had actually tried to listen to what he was saying, and paid attention. After that, I always tuned him out.
He concluded his speech with wishing everyone a good year. The food then appeared, as he clapped his hands.
The feast had started.