A/N: Ah-ha! I found it! I knew I had saved it somewhere. This is my FIRST
FAN-FIC!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I would LOVE to own Draco Malfoy, but that doesn't seem to be in my forecast.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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Hermione ran up to the Hogwarts Express. She had overslept and was late getting to King's Cross. She ran through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and jumped onto the train. She shut the door behind her. Then she walked down the isles looking for Harry and Ron. She decided to catch her breath in a different compartment first. She didn't want to walk in looking all tired, because she knew their reactions would be, "Hermione, what's wrong?" and "Hermione are you alright?" She would rather just talk about her summer. So she opened up the door to what she thought was an empty compartment. She sat down and realised that she shared the compartment with Draco Malfoy. She also realised that his eyes were red and puffy. "Granger, get out," he said. "I will, in a second. I ran 13 blocks to King's Cross, let me catch my breath," she replied, rather exasperated. "So.what's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong! Does it look like anything is wrong?!" he shouted. Oh, Sacre bleu, Malfoy, of course it does. "Er.yes," she replied. "Well, it's not," he said. Hermione had the sudden urge to comfort him. He looked so sad, and she wasn't the kind of person to ignore another's hurting. She got up and sat next to him. "Draco Malfoy, I can tell something is wrong and if you don't tell me I will put you in a full body-bind FOREVER!" she threatened. "Erm.ok. Family business," he said shortly. "Right.has your father done something to you?" she asked "Sorta," he said, "He wants me to become a Death-Eater, and when I tell him I don't ever want to be like him, he hits me and yells at me, and I just want to kill him." Hermione was a bit taken aback by him being so open with her. She looked at his arm (A/N: He was in muggle clothes; Green sleeveless, black pants). It was covered in bruises. "Merde. And does your mum know?" she asked. "Yeah, he hits her too," he said. He was still crying silently. Hermione did the only thing she could think of and put her arm around him. She was surprised when she wasn't pushed away. "Have you talked to Dumbledore?" she asked. "No" "How come?" "What would he do?" "Have you stay somewhere else, then arrest your father." "Good point." "Since I'm Head Girl-," Hermione started to say, but was interrupted. "You're Head Girl?" Draco asked. "Yeah.why?" "I'm Head Boy," Draco said "Congratulations," Hermione said. "But you do know what that means, don't you?" Draco asked "Uh-huh.we have a ton of responsibilities," Hermione replied. "And, we have to share a dormitory," Draco said. Hermione's jaw fell open. Then again, he isn't half bad looking, she thought. Draco was thinking the same thoughts. (A/N: About Hermione, not himself.) Then they both mentally slapped themselves. Bad thoughts, Draco, bad thoughts, Draco reprimanded to himself. "Ergh, I think I have a tummy lurgy now," said Hermione. "Well, lets make the best of it. Truce?" she asked, holding out her hand to Draco. He looked at her. One of those No way looks. But then, he shook it. "Truce," he said. Hermione smiled. She looks so good when she smiles. She looks so good either way. NO! BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS! "I better get going," she said, thinking of Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "Wait," Draco said as she was getting up. She turned around. "Want to listen to some music?" he asked, pulling out a Discman. "I'm amazed. You're not as dim as I thought. Okay, sure. What do you have?" she said. "Green Day, Sublime, Avril Lavigne, Blink-182, Linkin Park, The Clash, No Doubt, Save Ferris.I forget the rest," he said. "Let's try Blink-182," she said. He smiled. He looks great when he smiles. I've never seen him smile before. ERGH BLECK NO BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!! Wait a sec, I am British. AAH!! No more thoughts like that. We are only listening to music. We are just being nice. "Hermione? Hermione?" Draco's voice brought her back to reality (A/N: There goes gravity! Ah, I start to sing at the weirdest times) "Yeah, sorry?" she asked. "Music?" Draco reminded her. "Oh, yeah, right." Draco cast a spell on the Discman and soon Dumpweed was playing. Draco started singing and to Hermione's great surprise he didn't suck. She was staring at him and smiling. The summer had worked wonders for Draco. Hermione didn't know what it was but he was looking very muscular. He had also gotten a tan and his hair wasn't so pale. When he looked over at her and saw her staring, she blushed and turned away. But Draco kept looking at her. The summer had also been good to Hermione. She had filled out in all her.womanly places (A/N: Sorry, any mention of private parts makes me crack up.). Her hair had become neater and now her bushy hair had turned into soft curls. She was also wearing a shirt that showed all these changes (low neck, midriff showing, etc.) and low-rise red-velvet Paris Blues jeans. She looked very pretty. The train had started to slow. "Oh damn, we need to change!" Hermione shouted. Draco stopped the CD and threw on his robes over his street clothes. Hermione did the same. Since they were a bit big for the little one-person compartment with Hermione's luggage, it was crowded. They knocked faces a couple times, and the third "knock" lasting a bit longer than intended and their mouths opened a bit and their tongues "fell" out of their mouths. They realised that they were snogging (A/N: For you Americans, snog=kiss), and stopped, embarrassed. Pansy walked in right then. "Ergh, bleck, gross, you filthy little mudblood! Don't ever kiss me again! Hermione's eye's welled up with tears when he said this. ::::::::::::::::::: A/N: What do y'all think? Please Review! I need criticism! I need ideas!!! What will happen next??????? AAAH I'm killing you, aren't I? Ok, no, I'm not, you probably know what happens.NO YOU DON'T!!! I POSSES ALL KNOWLEDGE!!! MWAHAHA!!!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. I would LOVE to own Draco Malfoy, but that doesn't seem to be in my forecast.
PLEASE REVIEW!!!
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Hermione ran up to the Hogwarts Express. She had overslept and was late getting to King's Cross. She ran through the barrier between platforms 9 and 10, and jumped onto the train. She shut the door behind her. Then she walked down the isles looking for Harry and Ron. She decided to catch her breath in a different compartment first. She didn't want to walk in looking all tired, because she knew their reactions would be, "Hermione, what's wrong?" and "Hermione are you alright?" She would rather just talk about her summer. So she opened up the door to what she thought was an empty compartment. She sat down and realised that she shared the compartment with Draco Malfoy. She also realised that his eyes were red and puffy. "Granger, get out," he said. "I will, in a second. I ran 13 blocks to King's Cross, let me catch my breath," she replied, rather exasperated. "So.what's wrong?" "Nothing's wrong! Does it look like anything is wrong?!" he shouted. Oh, Sacre bleu, Malfoy, of course it does. "Er.yes," she replied. "Well, it's not," he said. Hermione had the sudden urge to comfort him. He looked so sad, and she wasn't the kind of person to ignore another's hurting. She got up and sat next to him. "Draco Malfoy, I can tell something is wrong and if you don't tell me I will put you in a full body-bind FOREVER!" she threatened. "Erm.ok. Family business," he said shortly. "Right.has your father done something to you?" she asked "Sorta," he said, "He wants me to become a Death-Eater, and when I tell him I don't ever want to be like him, he hits me and yells at me, and I just want to kill him." Hermione was a bit taken aback by him being so open with her. She looked at his arm (A/N: He was in muggle clothes; Green sleeveless, black pants). It was covered in bruises. "Merde. And does your mum know?" she asked. "Yeah, he hits her too," he said. He was still crying silently. Hermione did the only thing she could think of and put her arm around him. She was surprised when she wasn't pushed away. "Have you talked to Dumbledore?" she asked. "No" "How come?" "What would he do?" "Have you stay somewhere else, then arrest your father." "Good point." "Since I'm Head Girl-," Hermione started to say, but was interrupted. "You're Head Girl?" Draco asked. "Yeah.why?" "I'm Head Boy," Draco said "Congratulations," Hermione said. "But you do know what that means, don't you?" Draco asked "Uh-huh.we have a ton of responsibilities," Hermione replied. "And, we have to share a dormitory," Draco said. Hermione's jaw fell open. Then again, he isn't half bad looking, she thought. Draco was thinking the same thoughts. (A/N: About Hermione, not himself.) Then they both mentally slapped themselves. Bad thoughts, Draco, bad thoughts, Draco reprimanded to himself. "Ergh, I think I have a tummy lurgy now," said Hermione. "Well, lets make the best of it. Truce?" she asked, holding out her hand to Draco. He looked at her. One of those No way looks. But then, he shook it. "Truce," he said. Hermione smiled. She looks so good when she smiles. She looks so good either way. NO! BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS! "I better get going," she said, thinking of Harry, Ron, and Ginny. "Wait," Draco said as she was getting up. She turned around. "Want to listen to some music?" he asked, pulling out a Discman. "I'm amazed. You're not as dim as I thought. Okay, sure. What do you have?" she said. "Green Day, Sublime, Avril Lavigne, Blink-182, Linkin Park, The Clash, No Doubt, Save Ferris.I forget the rest," he said. "Let's try Blink-182," she said. He smiled. He looks great when he smiles. I've never seen him smile before. ERGH BLECK NO BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS BAD THOUGHTS THE BRITISH ARE COMING!!! Wait a sec, I am British. AAH!! No more thoughts like that. We are only listening to music. We are just being nice. "Hermione? Hermione?" Draco's voice brought her back to reality (A/N: There goes gravity! Ah, I start to sing at the weirdest times) "Yeah, sorry?" she asked. "Music?" Draco reminded her. "Oh, yeah, right." Draco cast a spell on the Discman and soon Dumpweed was playing. Draco started singing and to Hermione's great surprise he didn't suck. She was staring at him and smiling. The summer had worked wonders for Draco. Hermione didn't know what it was but he was looking very muscular. He had also gotten a tan and his hair wasn't so pale. When he looked over at her and saw her staring, she blushed and turned away. But Draco kept looking at her. The summer had also been good to Hermione. She had filled out in all her.womanly places (A/N: Sorry, any mention of private parts makes me crack up.). Her hair had become neater and now her bushy hair had turned into soft curls. She was also wearing a shirt that showed all these changes (low neck, midriff showing, etc.) and low-rise red-velvet Paris Blues jeans. She looked very pretty. The train had started to slow. "Oh damn, we need to change!" Hermione shouted. Draco stopped the CD and threw on his robes over his street clothes. Hermione did the same. Since they were a bit big for the little one-person compartment with Hermione's luggage, it was crowded. They knocked faces a couple times, and the third "knock" lasting a bit longer than intended and their mouths opened a bit and their tongues "fell" out of their mouths. They realised that they were snogging (A/N: For you Americans, snog=kiss), and stopped, embarrassed. Pansy walked in right then. "Ergh, bleck, gross, you filthy little mudblood! Don't ever kiss me again! Hermione's eye's welled up with tears when he said this. ::::::::::::::::::: A/N: What do y'all think? Please Review! I need criticism! I need ideas!!! What will happen next??????? AAAH I'm killing you, aren't I? Ok, no, I'm not, you probably know what happens.NO YOU DON'T!!! I POSSES ALL KNOWLEDGE!!! MWAHAHA!!!