Chapter 2 told by Draco
Finally, we arrived at the drop off point. As I trudged up the endless mountainous terrain that seemed surround Hogwarts, I thought to myself how I could make this year different. I usually don't have any trouble climbing, but the hard breathing was hurting my already swollen chest. I reached a strange fallen tree and sat down for a few minutes, letting the sun hit my pale face. I hoped for a tan, even sunburn would be better than the pasty white color that I had inherited from father. I was always told what a spitting image of him I was. I hated that yet I pretended to be overjoyed by this to please him. Now I could be anyone I pleased... look and dress as I chose, I could act as I pleased, I could even talk to a muggle-born without worrying about the beating I would get when I got home. Home. What or where exactly was home for me? Before I could ponder this any further, a man, no a horse, wait a man horse, oh yea, a centaur got right in the way of my sunlight.
"Boy," he asked, "what are you doing in the forest?"
"Does it matter?" I growled forgetting all of the nice feelings that had just inhabited me. "I mean, is it bad?" I asked trying to regain myself.
"Bad? Very! The dark lord is rising. You must leave... now. I will show you the quickest route."
He seemed very worried and after a few minutes of walking I realized that he was Firenze, the centaur who had helped Harry Potter in my 1st year. As he showed me to the end of the forest he quickly said, "I will see you again." It wasn't a question so I thanked him and nodded.
I turned towards the castle. There in the lake, was a girl... SWIMMING! Not any girl, it was Hermoine. She swam over to the happily basking squid and stood on one of his tentacles. As if it was what he was trained to do he lifted a ways out of the water and she dove off of it.
Knowing that no one had a specific time to meet with me, and I could easily claim that I just got caught in Muggle traffic, I bent down in the bushes and watched. She finished sooner than I had hoped. Raising her wand, she muttered something and her clothes began to fly across the lake to her. About midway across a small gold thing fell from her short's pocket. She must have noticed it too, because she caught her clothes, set them down, and dove into the water. After a while she gave up and trudged sadly back to the castle.
This was my chance. Finding the necklace meant an excuse to talk with her... maybe he could prove that he wasn't such a bad guy.
"Yeah right Malfoy, with how many times you've called her a mud blood, she'll burn it because you've touched it," I thought to myself. I tried to ignore my own rude comments, removing the Muggle shirt I had dawned for the trip here I dove in to the icy waters.
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Chapter 2 Continued Told by Hermoine.
I Know I shouldn't have been depressed. It was only a necklace. In fact Victor and I had already broke up. So why the sadness? Probably because I'll never have a boyfriend again. That and the fact I will never get a pretty necklace from a guy again either.
I pulled out twenty or so books on the topic of my desire and sat at my favorite table in the library. The very place Victor had asked me to the dance and given me the necklace. I had done my holiday homework, and triple checked it. I tried to read but I just couldn't concentrate. My mind was on the bottom of the lake where my necklace was. I was determined to think of something else though. Anything but the necklace I hadn't taken off since I had been given it. I had an idea though, I'd promise myself to stop thinking about it.
Here we go. I, Hermoine Leslie Granger, Promise to stop thinking about the pure gold necklace I so stupidly dropped in the lake, and will never see again. Oh it's just making things worse...
Is that who I think it is? It's Draco and he doesn't have his gorillas with him. Now I'm really confused because from the letter I got I thought that people in danger of Voldermort were 'spose to be here, not sons of death eaters. He's coming this way.
"May I sit here?" he asks pointing to the chair across from me and I'm too shocked to speak. I just nod. His silver eyes show no anger. Silver eyes! They are the most stunning eyes filled with care and even maybe fear. I'm still in shock unable to understand why he hasn't scowled at me or called me a Mud-blood. I try again to read but my brain is no longer clouded with sad memories of my perfect necklace, but instead of the boy I've known for four years sitting right in front of me that I don't know much about at all.
I look up at him to see that he's searching through a thick book very intently. I continue to watch trying to will myself to look away as he grabs his quill and quickly notes page numbers in perfect print on a sheet parchment. His eye glance over to my book which still lays open to the page it has been on for the last five minutes, and then up at me.
I blush and immediately look down silently scolding myself for not minding my own business and waiting for him to get mad at me or leave. He does stand but only to dig into his black robe pockets and pulls something out... My gold necklace!
"Eh- here, I saw you drop this in the lake." He extends his hand holding the necklace like a he's holding a very fragile dragon's egg. My hand slips in his as I take back the necklace. Did I imagine it or did he hold it a second longer than necessary?
I smile and thank him. He stands up taking the pile of books with him to the check out desk. He turns around one last time and says, "C-ya... Hermoine." And with one last wink he's gone.
Two hours later I am still here and still on the same page replaying what just happened over and over and over.