Chapter Two: Abrupt Meeting On The Hogwarts Express
Nodding, I left my three friends to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Hauling my suitcase, and cauldron, while Crookshanks hopped after me, I walked briskly through the barrier dividing Platform nine and ten. Passing through the barrier I reach the scarlet colored Hogwarts Express, and hopped through the open door of the last compartment.
Stridding to the very back of the compartment I dropped my suitcase, and cauldron. Then allowed Crookshanks to hop onto a chair, curl up, and fall asleep. Grabbing my Journal, Quill, and an inkbottle, I was just about to turn around and sit when someone slid the compartment door open. "Why, hello," someone drawled from behind me.
Twirling around I came face to face with a white-blonde haired boy, he had dark laughing gray eyes, and he was rather pale. It was the devil himself. Draco Malfoy, and he had that scowl on his face that made me want to spit at him.
"Oh, it's just the little mudblood, I thought it was a cute transfer student. Looks like I was wrong, but boy look how you have changed," he said while eyeing me up and down. "Oi, shut up ferret, and stop looking at me as if I was an appraisal item," I replied in fury.
"Now, now Granger I would watch who you're talking about if I were you. Wouldn't want to make the new Head Boy mad, now would you?" He questioned tauntingly, and then his words sunk in...Him? The Head Boy?
I stared blankly at Draco Malfoy, my archrival the man I hated the most. Surely, my ears had deceived me, right? This egotistical slytherin couldn't possibly be Head Boy...could he? Please lord, no. Not Malfoy, Harry, yes have Harry be the Head Boy.
Draco who had noticed I had been staring at him asked snidely, "See anything you like, Mudblood? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't date Mudbloods like yourself." I grimaced at his words, clenching and unclenching my fists.
Draco smiled that cocky grin of his, just as Crookshanks leaped at him. "ARGH! MUDBLOOD GET YOUR GODFORSAKEN CAT OFF OF ME!" he screamed. "Crookshanks, stop!" I called laughingly. Crookshanks obediently jumped away from Draco, leaving him with claw marks, and padded over towards me. "THIS ISN'T OVER MUDBLOOD," Draco shouted over his shoulder, and left.
Nodding, I left my three friends to talk to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. Hauling my suitcase, and cauldron, while Crookshanks hopped after me, I walked briskly through the barrier dividing Platform nine and ten. Passing through the barrier I reach the scarlet colored Hogwarts Express, and hopped through the open door of the last compartment.
Stridding to the very back of the compartment I dropped my suitcase, and cauldron. Then allowed Crookshanks to hop onto a chair, curl up, and fall asleep. Grabbing my Journal, Quill, and an inkbottle, I was just about to turn around and sit when someone slid the compartment door open. "Why, hello," someone drawled from behind me.
Twirling around I came face to face with a white-blonde haired boy, he had dark laughing gray eyes, and he was rather pale. It was the devil himself. Draco Malfoy, and he had that scowl on his face that made me want to spit at him.
"Oh, it's just the little mudblood, I thought it was a cute transfer student. Looks like I was wrong, but boy look how you have changed," he said while eyeing me up and down. "Oi, shut up ferret, and stop looking at me as if I was an appraisal item," I replied in fury.
"Now, now Granger I would watch who you're talking about if I were you. Wouldn't want to make the new Head Boy mad, now would you?" He questioned tauntingly, and then his words sunk in...Him? The Head Boy?
I stared blankly at Draco Malfoy, my archrival the man I hated the most. Surely, my ears had deceived me, right? This egotistical slytherin couldn't possibly be Head Boy...could he? Please lord, no. Not Malfoy, Harry, yes have Harry be the Head Boy.
Draco who had noticed I had been staring at him asked snidely, "See anything you like, Mudblood? Sorry to burst your bubble, but I don't date Mudbloods like yourself." I grimaced at his words, clenching and unclenching my fists.
Draco smiled that cocky grin of his, just as Crookshanks leaped at him. "ARGH! MUDBLOOD GET YOUR GODFORSAKEN CAT OFF OF ME!" he screamed. "Crookshanks, stop!" I called laughingly. Crookshanks obediently jumped away from Draco, leaving him with claw marks, and padded over towards me. "THIS ISN'T OVER MUDBLOOD," Draco shouted over his shoulder, and left.