Disclaimer: ((In Chapter one¡K :D:D:D))
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Chapter Two
Draco Malfoy strolled through the barrier, not really caring if any of the muggles saw him passing through what they thought was a solid, concrete brick barrier. His pale blonde face flushed as a face came floating up in his mind, as it did oh so many times over the past year and summer. He tried to shake the image out of his mind, but in vain. He sighed, and started to look around the platform for the owner of that particular face.
Her. How many times had his heart twisted and his face reddened just because of that girl. He knew that, to other people, he appeared to hate her; to despise her; to insult her, calling her a mudblood with every possible chance. But it was just a cover¡K a cover to hide the true feelings he was afraid of being found out. Hatred that had become Love, ever since their fifth year.
Just then, a group of fourth years came in his way, and surrounded him. To Draco, this had become anything but extraordinary. Every single day, ever since his fifth year, girls had been flocking around him, admiring him, flirting with him, trying to get him to feel interested in them. He had grown tired of all this attention ¡V he wasn¡¦t like that stupid Potter. And this group here ¡V the tallest girl barely reached over his shoulder. He signed mentally, and turned to the platform in front of him, towards the head of the train. And it was then when he saw ¡V
Her. Hermione Granger, the girl of his dreams, the girl who had ruled his days and claimed his nights, the girl who caused him many sleepless nights, tossing and turning in his bed, the one girl whom he loves. She was just turning away when he saw him, and he fixed his eyes upon her.
It was strange. One would naturally think that a person like Draco Malfoy would go for looks ¡V one would hardly expect him to go for the personality, the heart (especially when he apparently possessed a rather horrible one himself). It wasn¡¦t Hermione¡¦s slight change in appearance that had attractive him. It was her character.
The way her hand shot up in class, the way her small mouth would rant out information on different and various topics, the way her delicate form balanced itself when she walked, the way she spat his name¡K He loved everything about her, everything there is to love about her. He admired the grace, the indignation, the independence, the will, the stubbornness that was so obvious in her.
But¡K
Every time, every single time they passed each other in the corridor, in the quidditch pitch, in any place, his mind would go numb. Instead of saying all the nice phrases he had always thought up the morning in his dormitory, he would tense, and slip back, unwillingly, to the old Malfoy ¡V the arrogant, proud, pureblood Malfoy who despised Granger the Mudblood. Then he would watch her walk away, her hatred for him increasing each and every single time, and he would feel that his heart would wrench itself to death, the pain and sadness blinding him.
He couldn¡¦t even tell anyone about it ¡V what would people say if they found out that Malfoy, Draco Malfoy, the sole heir of the pure wizard house, the Malfoys, had fallen in love, deeply in love, hopelessly in love¡Kwith the famous, studious, bookworm Granger, the mudblood? First off, Severus Snape, all the Slytherins, would despise him. Not to mention his father.
Maybe this time. Maybe this time he would go up to her and speak¡Kproperly. He was just about to push the fourth years away and gather the courage to walk up to the girl of his dreams, when Potter and Weasley suddenly popped up out of no where. Damn that Potty and Weasel, thought Draco angrily as he watched them run over to Hermione and hug her tightly as a greeting, a sudden pang of jealously and sadness twisting his lonely heart.
¡§How are you, Herm!¡¨ yelped Weasley as Draco watched. Draco could hear Hermione clear her throat, then say in a loud voice, ¡§I¡¦ll tell you two in the train. It¡¦s just that there¡¦s a bit of a slime around here.¡¨ She had accented the word ¡§slime¡¨, loud enough to make sure that Draco Malfoy had heard her. He pretended to not to hear what she had said, but in his mind and heart, his soul was being cut to a thousand pieces. Potter and Weasley turned, saw him, and nodded, then followed Hermione into the train.
Well, that¡¦s what you get when you fall in love with an enemy.