Our night ended with her dare, I didn't need to answer because she understood that I would. I don't back out of dares. The day begun with a loud roar by Fred and then was followed by a similar one from George.
"What the hell?" George yelled out.
"George how many times do I have to tell you not to curse in the house." Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs.
"Look at you!" Fred chuckled.
"Why don't you look at your self. You're wearing a pink fluffy skirt." George replied.
"Hey Ginny," I started, "Got any cameras to use?"
"Yes," she responded. "What for?"
"Black-mail, just kidding but don't you want some pictures to show their girlfriends back at Hogwarts?"
"Oh why not."
We spent a few minutes sneaking a few pictures of Fred and George before they caught us and shut their door in our faces. The next couple of days went pretty much eventful-less. Ron would occasionally pass by Ginny's room to catch me in my nightgown. Lucky for me, he didn't and I am extremely glad. Before I knew it, we were being woken up to go to Kings Cross.
"Wake up everyone, it's 8:30 we need to leave soon." Mr. Weasley bellowed up the stairs.
Ginny and I were already dressed and awake. Ron and Harry were still lollygagging around the house in quidditch boxers and shirts.
"You two are just lazy, you know that right?" Ginny grieved.
"Who are y ou, my mum?" Ron replied sleepily.
"No, but I am." Mrs. Weasley said firmly, "get ready now young man."
"Yes Mum."
WE finally arrived at King's Cross. I said my good-byes to Ron, Harry, and Ginny and headed to the first compartments. I found the one labeled 'Head Boy and Girl'. and walked in to sit. Nobody was in there yet but I was expecting for someone to get there soon, it was almost time for the express to leave. The door began to open slightly and I held my breathe, waiting for the moment when I'd find out who I would be sharing the ride to Hogwarts with.
"Granger." He said in disgust, "how did I not know that you would be head girl."
"Well it's quite obvious why you're Head Boy, Draco. So how much did your father pay the school and teachers?" I asked.
"For your information, I am actually second in our class, you, obviously being first."
"Please, don't make me sound conceited."
"What, don't like to boast do you?"
"Like that's any of your business, now please let me be to write so I don't need to bite your head off."
"Fine."
I stood up and walked to my trunk to grab out a diary. Draco was on the opposite side of the compartment and it was obvious that he was staring at me. As I stood on the seat in the compartment to reach my trunk, I looked in my compact mirror that was stashed in my trunk and looked at Draco as he glared at me. What was he staring at? Does he have to mock me?
I pulled out a notebook and sat back down as the train began to move. I pretended to write in it but all I could think about was Draco, his blonde hair, grey eyes, and now tan skin chilled my bones. I quivered as I sat their gazing as him.
"You know," I started, " we really should try and get alone, to set a good example for the younger students."
"I suppose you're right, but please, not publicly. I do have a reputation to protect." Draco answered.
"I understand."
"You know Granger, you don't have to sit way over there. You can come sit by me if you want."
Is Draco actually allowing me to sit by him? To get close to him? I must be dreaming. No this isn't a dream because my dreams are better than this.
I took my note book and moved to the other side of the compartment and sat about 3 feet from Draco. He slyly slid in closer towards me. Maybe I won't have to ask him out, he may might as well ask me out.
"Draco," I sad looking into his eyes. "What are you doing."
"Getting to know you." He answered.
"By what, looking into my eyes?"
"Yes, you can really get to know someone just by their eyes."
Love at first sight, well, this year that is. I wonder if he could see how I felt about him. Maybe inside of himself he was chuckling at my poor hopeless devotion. I sure hope not.
"You look stunning, you know that."
"oh the mighty pure-blood Draco Malfoy complimenting a low pathetic mudblood like myself. What has happened to you?" I responded standing up and moving back to the other side of the compartment.
"Hermione, I may still be my old mean self but there is something different about you that I have grown attracted to. For the passed week, ever since we crossed paths at Diagon Alley you were on my mind. I couldn't think about anyone else. I know I may sound forward but I've happen to grow fond of you." He said as he stood up and walked my way. I stood up also but stood there.
"I couldn't of said it better."
I felt like going up to him and just kissing him. I had an urge to snog like I had never had before. I suppose that he had that feeling too because he was beginning to bend down to kiss me but was interrupted by a knock on the door.
"What the hell?" George yelled out.
"George how many times do I have to tell you not to curse in the house." Mrs. Weasley yelled up the stairs.
"Look at you!" Fred chuckled.
"Why don't you look at your self. You're wearing a pink fluffy skirt." George replied.
"Hey Ginny," I started, "Got any cameras to use?"
"Yes," she responded. "What for?"
"Black-mail, just kidding but don't you want some pictures to show their girlfriends back at Hogwarts?"
"Oh why not."
We spent a few minutes sneaking a few pictures of Fred and George before they caught us and shut their door in our faces. The next couple of days went pretty much eventful-less. Ron would occasionally pass by Ginny's room to catch me in my nightgown. Lucky for me, he didn't and I am extremely glad. Before I knew it, we were being woken up to go to Kings Cross.
"Wake up everyone, it's 8:30 we need to leave soon." Mr. Weasley bellowed up the stairs.
Ginny and I were already dressed and awake. Ron and Harry were still lollygagging around the house in quidditch boxers and shirts.
"You two are just lazy, you know that right?" Ginny grieved.
"Who are y ou, my mum?" Ron replied sleepily.
"No, but I am." Mrs. Weasley said firmly, "get ready now young man."
"Yes Mum."
WE finally arrived at King's Cross. I said my good-byes to Ron, Harry, and Ginny and headed to the first compartments. I found the one labeled 'Head Boy and Girl'. and walked in to sit. Nobody was in there yet but I was expecting for someone to get there soon, it was almost time for the express to leave. The door began to open slightly and I held my breathe, waiting for the moment when I'd find out who I would be sharing the ride to Hogwarts with.
"Granger." He said in disgust, "how did I not know that you would be head girl."
"Well it's quite obvious why you're Head Boy, Draco. So how much did your father pay the school and teachers?" I asked.
"For your information, I am actually second in our class, you, obviously being first."
"Please, don't make me sound conceited."
"What, don't like to boast do you?"
"Like that's any of your business, now please let me be to write so I don't need to bite your head off."
"Fine."
I stood up and walked to my trunk to grab out a diary. Draco was on the opposite side of the compartment and it was obvious that he was staring at me. As I stood on the seat in the compartment to reach my trunk, I looked in my compact mirror that was stashed in my trunk and looked at Draco as he glared at me. What was he staring at? Does he have to mock me?
I pulled out a notebook and sat back down as the train began to move. I pretended to write in it but all I could think about was Draco, his blonde hair, grey eyes, and now tan skin chilled my bones. I quivered as I sat their gazing as him.
"You know," I started, " we really should try and get alone, to set a good example for the younger students."
"I suppose you're right, but please, not publicly. I do have a reputation to protect." Draco answered.
"I understand."
"You know Granger, you don't have to sit way over there. You can come sit by me if you want."
Is Draco actually allowing me to sit by him? To get close to him? I must be dreaming. No this isn't a dream because my dreams are better than this.
I took my note book and moved to the other side of the compartment and sat about 3 feet from Draco. He slyly slid in closer towards me. Maybe I won't have to ask him out, he may might as well ask me out.
"Draco," I sad looking into his eyes. "What are you doing."
"Getting to know you." He answered.
"By what, looking into my eyes?"
"Yes, you can really get to know someone just by their eyes."
Love at first sight, well, this year that is. I wonder if he could see how I felt about him. Maybe inside of himself he was chuckling at my poor hopeless devotion. I sure hope not.
"You look stunning, you know that."
"oh the mighty pure-blood Draco Malfoy complimenting a low pathetic mudblood like myself. What has happened to you?" I responded standing up and moving back to the other side of the compartment.
"Hermione, I may still be my old mean self but there is something different about you that I have grown attracted to. For the passed week, ever since we crossed paths at Diagon Alley you were on my mind. I couldn't think about anyone else. I know I may sound forward but I've happen to grow fond of you." He said as he stood up and walked my way. I stood up also but stood there.
"I couldn't of said it better."
I felt like going up to him and just kissing him. I had an urge to snog like I had never had before. I suppose that he had that feeling too because he was beginning to bend down to kiss me but was interrupted by a knock on the door.