Chapter 1: Oddly Familiar
AN- Puleez review! This is similar to my first story (which I deleted coz it totally sucked!) well just the beginning for that fact. It's quite short coz I'm not very good in making really long chapters! Ü But please review and read! Thanks a lot! Ü
"Darn wind," Hermione cursed as she walked through Diagon Alley, the wind blowing through her coat. Yes, it was quite a windy day, wizards and witches going from store to store coming out with loads of shopping bags. Hermione just strolled by, window shopping and sometimes going inside stores. By the time she'd entered Hogwarts, it was going to be her last and final year. The greatest challenge for her and maybe the very last time she'll be with her friends, the famous Harry Potter and the Red Head, Ron Weasley.
"Carrie, Carrie!" a small voice called from behind interrupting her thoughts.
Hermione knew perfectly well that she wasn't some girl named "Carrie", shrugged it off and continued strolling along the streets.
"Carrie, Carrie!" the voice called again.
This time, Hermione was curious to find out what this "name-calling" was all about. She turned around and came face to face with no one in sight. She looked around and felt someone tugging on her coat.
"Carrie Carrie--?" It was a little girl. About 5 years old with brown hair that was tied in pigtails wearing a dark green jumper sort of dress over a laced white blouse.
The girl looked dumb-struck when she found out this was not "Carrie".
"Y-your not Carrie! What did you do to her?! What did you do to sister?!" she yelled, her eyes filling with tears.
"I-I'm sorry," apologized Hermione trying to comfort the little girl. "I-I-- ?"
"Danielle!" A boy about Hermione's age called from behind, running towards her.
"Danielle," he puffed as he bent over. "Where have you been? God, I looked all over Diagon Alley just for you! You shouldn't have run off like that! I was so worried!"
"I'm sorry," Danielle replied as she hugged the boy. "It's just that I thought I saw Carrie here instead of this girl." She motioned her head towards Hermione making the boy look at her.
"Thanks very much for stopping her for me." He smiled.
"No, no. Not at all. She a-actually stopped me." Hermione looked away for him not to see her blushing. She suddenly felt a finger gently cup her chin making her face the stranger.
"H-have we met before?" he asked, inquisitively.
"N-no. I don't think so." She replied trying to escape from his look. He smiled, amusingly and shook it off.
"Hmm. . . Sorry. It's just that. . . How stupid." He told himself.
"No no," It was Hermione's turn to make him face her. "What is it?"
He hesitated but finally spoke up. "You just look oddly familiar. Yeah, oddly familiar."
He stared at her for some time making Hermione go pink but was interrupted by Danielle.
"Shall we go now?" she asked impatiently.
He lost his gaze and nodded at the little girl. They both left hand-in-hand trailing off with the voices of Danielle saying something like, "Do you like her?" or "I think she's a pretty girl."
Hermione smiled and turned around and realized what had just happened. Yeah, oddly familiar. His words echoed through her ear like a couple of bells ringing back and forth. Yeah, he was oddly familiar alright. Those gray eyes of his. . . seemed like a storm. . . but a gentle storm. . . just like. . .
Hermione shook her head. "Impossible! That can't be Malfoy! No way! Malfoy is a slimy little git who hates everyone but h-himself! It just can't be! It can't be!"
She walked on very puzzled indeed. She stopped on her trail and looked back.
"Could it?"
~o~o~o~
Meanwhile. . .
Draco was pacing back and forth in his room looking very puzzled and frustrated. He started scrunching his hair making it very messy and he looked like he didn't understand a thing.
"Why does she seem so familiar?" he asked himself.
"Why do I even care?!" He a book (which belonged to Danielle) angrily at the floor that had a moving picture of a little girl with bushy brown hair playing happily with a jump rope.
He stopped and stared at the book. Then suddenly, his eyes were stunned by what came to his mind.
"Granger?"
He yelled at the top of his voice making his house room shake. "No! No! It just can't be! It just can't! Why should it be?!" he yelled at himself.
He slowly approached his window still having a vision of the mystery girl he met on Diagon Alley. He looked out and saw the whole London filled with busy streets and people going back and forth, door to door to somewhere beyond their dreams. And here he was, missing out on everything. But to him, it wasn't. Now, he was just thinking of HER.
He chuckled at himself, "The idea is laughable. Granger, of all the people to think of! There are millions of people in this world with chocolate- colored curls and. . ."
He stopped and recalled her warm brown eyes. "And. . . her eyes."
"No. It's not. I mean, it can't!"
"Could it?"
AN- Puleez review! This is similar to my first story (which I deleted coz it totally sucked!) well just the beginning for that fact. It's quite short coz I'm not very good in making really long chapters! Ü But please review and read! Thanks a lot! Ü
"Darn wind," Hermione cursed as she walked through Diagon Alley, the wind blowing through her coat. Yes, it was quite a windy day, wizards and witches going from store to store coming out with loads of shopping bags. Hermione just strolled by, window shopping and sometimes going inside stores. By the time she'd entered Hogwarts, it was going to be her last and final year. The greatest challenge for her and maybe the very last time she'll be with her friends, the famous Harry Potter and the Red Head, Ron Weasley.
"Carrie, Carrie!" a small voice called from behind interrupting her thoughts.
Hermione knew perfectly well that she wasn't some girl named "Carrie", shrugged it off and continued strolling along the streets.
"Carrie, Carrie!" the voice called again.
This time, Hermione was curious to find out what this "name-calling" was all about. She turned around and came face to face with no one in sight. She looked around and felt someone tugging on her coat.
"Carrie Carrie--?" It was a little girl. About 5 years old with brown hair that was tied in pigtails wearing a dark green jumper sort of dress over a laced white blouse.
The girl looked dumb-struck when she found out this was not "Carrie".
"Y-your not Carrie! What did you do to her?! What did you do to sister?!" she yelled, her eyes filling with tears.
"I-I'm sorry," apologized Hermione trying to comfort the little girl. "I-I-- ?"
"Danielle!" A boy about Hermione's age called from behind, running towards her.
"Danielle," he puffed as he bent over. "Where have you been? God, I looked all over Diagon Alley just for you! You shouldn't have run off like that! I was so worried!"
"I'm sorry," Danielle replied as she hugged the boy. "It's just that I thought I saw Carrie here instead of this girl." She motioned her head towards Hermione making the boy look at her.
"Thanks very much for stopping her for me." He smiled.
"No, no. Not at all. She a-actually stopped me." Hermione looked away for him not to see her blushing. She suddenly felt a finger gently cup her chin making her face the stranger.
"H-have we met before?" he asked, inquisitively.
"N-no. I don't think so." She replied trying to escape from his look. He smiled, amusingly and shook it off.
"Hmm. . . Sorry. It's just that. . . How stupid." He told himself.
"No no," It was Hermione's turn to make him face her. "What is it?"
He hesitated but finally spoke up. "You just look oddly familiar. Yeah, oddly familiar."
He stared at her for some time making Hermione go pink but was interrupted by Danielle.
"Shall we go now?" she asked impatiently.
He lost his gaze and nodded at the little girl. They both left hand-in-hand trailing off with the voices of Danielle saying something like, "Do you like her?" or "I think she's a pretty girl."
Hermione smiled and turned around and realized what had just happened. Yeah, oddly familiar. His words echoed through her ear like a couple of bells ringing back and forth. Yeah, he was oddly familiar alright. Those gray eyes of his. . . seemed like a storm. . . but a gentle storm. . . just like. . .
Hermione shook her head. "Impossible! That can't be Malfoy! No way! Malfoy is a slimy little git who hates everyone but h-himself! It just can't be! It can't be!"
She walked on very puzzled indeed. She stopped on her trail and looked back.
"Could it?"
~o~o~o~
Meanwhile. . .
Draco was pacing back and forth in his room looking very puzzled and frustrated. He started scrunching his hair making it very messy and he looked like he didn't understand a thing.
"Why does she seem so familiar?" he asked himself.
"Why do I even care?!" He a book (which belonged to Danielle) angrily at the floor that had a moving picture of a little girl with bushy brown hair playing happily with a jump rope.
He stopped and stared at the book. Then suddenly, his eyes were stunned by what came to his mind.
"Granger?"
He yelled at the top of his voice making his house room shake. "No! No! It just can't be! It just can't! Why should it be?!" he yelled at himself.
He slowly approached his window still having a vision of the mystery girl he met on Diagon Alley. He looked out and saw the whole London filled with busy streets and people going back and forth, door to door to somewhere beyond their dreams. And here he was, missing out on everything. But to him, it wasn't. Now, he was just thinking of HER.
He chuckled at himself, "The idea is laughable. Granger, of all the people to think of! There are millions of people in this world with chocolate- colored curls and. . ."
He stopped and recalled her warm brown eyes. "And. . . her eyes."
"No. It's not. I mean, it can't!"
"Could it?"