Chapter 4
¡§Harry!¡¨ called a voice. ¡§Wake up! We are going to leave in twenty minutes!¡¨ Harry grunted. How can it be morning already? Groaning, he pulled up his covers and tried to sleep again. He was so tired!
¡§Harry, if you are not going to wake up, then I¡¦ll have to make you.¡¨ Harry ignored the voice. Suddenly, the bed swayed a little as if somebody had jump onto it. Go away. Harry groaned inwardly. The person leaned down and delivered a small kiss on his cheek.
Harry¡¦s eyes sprang open and saw a very beautiful Hermione gazing at him with a little smile dancing across her face.
¡§Hey, how come I didn¡¦t get one?¡¨ Ron complained from his bed. ¡§It¡¦s not fair!¡¨
¡§You want one? Fine.¡¨ Hermione frowned. ¡§Crookshanks! CROOKSHANKS! CAN YOU COME UP HERE AND GIVE MISTER RONALD WEASLEY A MORNING KISS TO WAKE HIM UP PLEASE!?¡¨ There was a very loud ¡§MEOOOOW!¡¨ and all the residents in the Burrow started laughing.
¡§NOOOO!¡¨ cried a very terrifying Ron as he grabbed his clothes and rushed into the bathroom, as another loud purr came from the landing.
¡§C¡¦mon, up you get, sleepyhead.¡¨ Hermione chuckled. Crookshanks was scratching on the bathroom door, and Ron started panicking (¡§Get that damned cat away from the door! Aaargh!¡¨) ¡§Or do you want me to set Crookshanks on you?¡¨
¡§No, please, no. I¡¦m up.¡¨ Harry scrambled up from the bed hastily and ended up tangling himself in his covers and landed on the floor with a muffled bang and ¡§Ooops!¡¨
It was half an hour later when everybody was finally ready. They loaded themselves in the Ministry cars and arrived at King¡¦s Cross in no time at all.
Five minutes later, they found themselves already loading their trunks into the cargo load.
¡§Hermie, what on earth have you put into your trunk?¡¨ gasped Ron as he and Harry levitated it onto theirs.
¡§Oh, just a few extra books, u know, for¡X¡§
¡§¡Xa bit of light reading.¡¨ Harry finished for her.
Suddenly, Ron frowned.
¡§Who died?¡¨ Hermione joked.
¡§If I¡¦m not mistaken, and if my eyes were not deceiving me, then I think Malfoy is pinning something gold and shiny onto his tie.¡¨
¡§So?¡¨ Harry sounded annoyed at the mention of Malfoy.
¡§Don¡¦t you see?¡¨ Ron said and pointed at Hermione¡¦s head girl badge on her tie.
¡§Oh gosh, ¡§ Hermione started frowning too.
¡§By the way, good job on being head girl, Hermie.¡¨ Ron grinned slyly. ¡§It was a really big shock. Never saw it coming¡X¡§
Hermione shook her head in mock annoyance. ¡§And good job to you, Ron, for being the most sarcastic git ever to grace this school.¡¨
¡§Hey, you guys finished?¡¨ Ginny called to them.
They hurried over to the Weasleys to say goodbye.
¡§Don¡¦t bother saying bye to me, guys,¡¨ Charlie beamed. ¡§You may expect me much sooner.¡¨
¡§And us too.¡¨ the twins chorused.
¡§Why?¡¨ Ron eyed his brothers wearily.
¡§Don¡¦t be like that, Ronniekins.¡¨ Bill clapped him on the back. ¡§I¡¦ll be seeing you around too.¡¨
Ron rolled his eyes and shrugged. ¡§Alright, if you say so.¡¨
¡§C¡¦mon, let¡¦s get going.¡¨ said Hermione. So they said their goodbyes and let Hermione dragged tem onto the train by holding onto their ears. They found an empty compartment near the front of the train. They went on taunting each other and laughing whole-heartedly.
¡§Hey, Hermie, how about changing Crookshank¡¦s fur colors?¡¨ Harry started to slip his hand into his backpack for his wand.
¡§Oh no, you don¡¦t!¡¨ Hermie sprang up from her seat and tried to slap him playfully, but the train gave a sudden lunge and she ended up falling into Harry¡¦s muscular arms.
¡§Whoa!¡¨ laughed Harry. ¡§Watch it, Hermie!¡¨
¡§Hey Granger. I never thought that you and Potter are this close, or are you thinking of buying your way to fame?¡¨ drawled a familiar voice. The three friends turned and saw a smirking Malfoy leaning against the door frame of their compartment.
Immediately, the trio was on their feet, wands in hand.
¡§Put those damn things away. I¡¦m here for Granger.¡¨
¡§Why¡¦s that?¡¨ Harry spat out and stepped in front of Hermione, raising his wand slightly higher.
Malfoy heaved a sigh of annoyance. ¡§Look, Potter, she¡¦s needed at the back of the train. Some sort of prefect¡¦s meeting.¡¨
¡§Why would you be coming for me?¡¨ Hermione asked, curiosity getting the better of her. She poked her head around Harry¡¦s arm.
Draco Malfoy looked at her as if she¡¦s nuts. ¡§I¡¦m a prefect too, Granger. Gods! C¡¦mon, they¡¦re waiting for you.¡¨
¡§Now?¡¨ Hermione squealed.
¡§Yes, Granger, NOW!¡¨ Malfoy barked. ¡§Are you coming or not!?¡¨
¡§Fine,¡¨ she muttered. ¡§See you guys later.¡¨ And she slipped through the door.
Draco Malfoy frowned at Hermione strode down the deserted aisle in front of him. He couldn¡¦t help it, but his eyes were stuck to her slender legs.
Ummm... nice legs there, Granger¡K
Hermione had grown slim and petite throughout the years, and no bots could resist her now¡Xwho would be stupid enough to resist the most beautiful girl of the school? Instead of a bushy head, her hair was now extremely long indeed, and the dark-brown waves cascaded elegantly down her back, and the curls at the end of her hair caressed her white calves lovingly. Her pink cheeks, small nose and rosy lips were perfect. The sparkling pools of chocolate brown of the eyes themselves were delicate, and the effect became much more stunning when they were puzzled together with her small face. She was only wearing her Hogwarts uniform. Her sleeves of the grey sweater were rolled up into a careless manner. She had grown quite a bit throughout the summer, so that the dark school dress could just barely covered her nice buttocks.
Malfoy whistled under his breath. One look at her was already more than enough to drive a man straight to his lust. Dammit! Why can¡¦t Slytherin has some girls as hot as her?
Ignoring the bulge between his legs, which had grown a bit painful now, he strutted into the Prefect¡¦s compartment. Professor Flitwick and the other two prefects were already there.
¡§Ah!¡¨ the professor squeaked as Hermione and Draco walked into the room, ¡§may I introduce our Head girl¡X Miss Hermione Granger of Gryffindor, and our Head Boy¡XMr. Draco Malfoy of Slytherin?¡¨
Hermione stumbled a bit when she heard this. Malfoy? Head Boy? Oh Gods! How can Dumbledore assign a Slytherin to be Head Boy? And not just any Slytherin! Still not believing her ears, she fell into a squishy armchair and choked quietly.
¡§So, lady and gentlemen, why don¡¦t you get to know each other better?¡¨ grinned the little professor in a foolish sort of way. ¡§When you are finished, then you are allowed to enjoy the whole of the trip with your friends.¡¨ He left, and the other two prefects came to Hermione.
¡§Hi,¡¨ said the taller boy. ¡§Morag MacDougal of Ravenclaw.¡¨
¡§And I¡¦m Thomas Pullman of Hufflepuff.¡¨
They continued talking to each other, but all the time, Malfoy stood at the corner, and the three ignored him gratefully.
At last, they decided that they should go back to their friends. Hermione gulped down the last of her tea and stood up to leave after Morag and Thomas.
Suddenly, a hand grabbed and she was thrown back into the armchair. Two hands gripped her shoulders bruisingly. She let out a strangled cry as she was pushed further into the chair and a knee was forced between her legs to prevent her from escaping.
¡§What the hell?¡¨ Was all she could manage through the pain.
It was Malfoy.
He pressed her shoulders more firmly into the wall as he leaned in closer. His eyes looked intently into hers. Then he was so close that his warm breath tickled her neck.
Where is my wand when I need it!? Darn! Why do I have to left it with Harry and Ron!? She thought frantically.
¡§You can forget about your wand,¡¨ he whispered. ¡§As well as that scarred freak and his sidekick.¡¨
What--? It¡¦s impossible to read minds, right--?
¡§And I think I¡¦m capable of peeping into your mind, Granger.¡¨
Draco could see that she was petrified with fear, but he just couldn¡¦t resist delivering a naughty lick on her earlobe.
Hermione gained control over her fear and struggled, vainly, to release herself, which was, of course, rather impossible. He was too strong and large to be affected by it.
¡§Let go!¡¨ she gasped, trying to fight off his hands.
Draco sighed. If only he had more time, then he would¡K
With one last bruising push, he released her. ¡§One word of this, Granger,¡¨ he warned. ¡§And your parents will be in great trouble, understand?¡¨ With that, he was gone.
Wincing in pain, she slid ungracefully to the floor. Frightened, she found that she could not uttered a sound. She gingerly touched one of her shoulders and recoiled slightly. There were bound to be bruises. Mum? Dad? What¡¦s going on¡K?
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Back in the compartment, Ron was sitting on the floor and Harry was pacing up and down in the most agitated temper.
¡§Stupid Malfoy!¡¨ Harry cursed aloud, obviously displeased. ¡§What the bloody hell would he suddenly play messenger for the professors? I swear, if he does any funny business I¡¦ll hex him so hard that he wouldn¡¦t even be able to put his balls together again! Consequences be damned¡X¡§ There was supposed to be more to come, but the door bursted open and a rather messy Hermione bumped right into Harry.
¡§Oh, gosh! I¡¦m so sorry, Harry, I¡¦ve no idea¡K¡¨
¡§Never mind that. Was there really a prefects¡¦ meeting?¡¨ Harry demanded.
¡§Oh yes,¡¨ Hermione said. ¡§It was a prefects¡¦ meeting alright.¡¨ She lowered her head and didn¡¦t look into Harry¡¦s eyes. ¡§Jesus! Did I miss the Dining Lady? C¡¦mon, Harry, let¡¦s go find her, I¡¦m starving.¡¨
¡§Ur, okay. Ron, you coming?¡¨
¡§Nah, I¡¦d had enough already. You two go on.¡¨ Ron smiled knowingly at Harry.
¡§I want some chocolate.¡¨ Hermione smiled. ¡§Your treat.¡¨ And she pulled him out of the compartment.
A few students grinned to themselves knowingly as they saw the Head Girl pulling the infamous Harry Potter down the train. Hermione was chatting along comfortably, while still hanging onto Harry¡¦s sleeve. As she was shorter and walking much faster, he had to bend down. Sighing, he allowed himself to be pulled along¡Kbut it didn¡¦t seem so bad, since Hermione was the girl clinging onto him after all.
Meanwhile, Draco Malfoy was lounging in an empty compartment nearby.
Granger¡K
Raising his head, he could just glimpse the image of Hermione pulling that Potter along. His Hermione¡KBitch. He felt the waves of anger raising up from deep within him for no apparent reason. No, wait, maybe it was because he could see the slight blush on Potter¡¦s face as she dragged him along.
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