Chapter Two
The Carriage Ride
When the train stopped at Hogsmeade station the trio expected Draco to find his friends
and laugh at what they were sure was a trick. But instead he avoided the other Slytherins and
stuck with the three Gryffindors. When Hermione looked to see how the other Slytherins were
taking this she was surprised to see that they were pretending that Draco didn't exist.
"What's going on Draco?" Hermione asked when Pansy Parkinson walked past clutching
Blaise Zambini's arm. He seemed to be very happen with his new role of reigning Slytherin Ice
Prince.
"Well, when my father disowned me, he called the other Death Eaters to make sure that
they didn't take me in. He called me a traitor to the family, the Death Eaters and his Lord. No
self-respecting Slytherin would be caught talking to me or even looking at me now," Draco had
been looking at the ground as he made this speech but now looked directly at Hermione. "I
expect I'll have to find somewhere else to sleep in the castle now."
Hermione felt an unexpected rush of sympathy and affection toward her once-enemy.
Being disowned, having your friends turn on you, being kicked out of the dorm you've slept in
for five years; she would never in a million years have wished all this agony and heartbreak even
on him.
Harry had been weighing Draco's words as he spoke. He listened for the sincerity and his
eyes widened when he heard real emotion etched in his last sentence. "It's okay Draco we'll help
you. You can sit with us at the feast and then we'll take you to see Dumbledore afterwards,"
Harry threw an arm around Malfoy's shoulders and guided him to one of the horseless carriages.
"Are you two serious? This is Draco Malfoy; archenemy of Harry Potter and a Slytherin!
This has to be a trick. So you honestly think that he would reverse his position so easily. Do you
guys not remember all the horrible stuff that he did to us; this is the guy that has always referred
to you as a Mudblood Hermione, Harry this guy has tortured you since day one and I don't think
anyone will ever forget the 'Weasley is our King' song. And then suddenly his daddy doesn't
love him anymore and you guys want to take him in?!" Ron looked like he was about to have an
aneurism.
"Ron listen to him. No one can fake that kind of emotion. But I suppose that we should
see what Dumbledore says before we invite him to Gryffindor Tower. But he can still sit with us
at the feast, okay?" Hermione glared at Ron who had no choice but to agree.
"Fine but he sits next to you guys," Ron stood up as the carriage came to a stop and threw
himself out of the door and stalked up the stone steps.
The Carriage Ride
When the train stopped at Hogsmeade station the trio expected Draco to find his friends
and laugh at what they were sure was a trick. But instead he avoided the other Slytherins and
stuck with the three Gryffindors. When Hermione looked to see how the other Slytherins were
taking this she was surprised to see that they were pretending that Draco didn't exist.
"What's going on Draco?" Hermione asked when Pansy Parkinson walked past clutching
Blaise Zambini's arm. He seemed to be very happen with his new role of reigning Slytherin Ice
Prince.
"Well, when my father disowned me, he called the other Death Eaters to make sure that
they didn't take me in. He called me a traitor to the family, the Death Eaters and his Lord. No
self-respecting Slytherin would be caught talking to me or even looking at me now," Draco had
been looking at the ground as he made this speech but now looked directly at Hermione. "I
expect I'll have to find somewhere else to sleep in the castle now."
Hermione felt an unexpected rush of sympathy and affection toward her once-enemy.
Being disowned, having your friends turn on you, being kicked out of the dorm you've slept in
for five years; she would never in a million years have wished all this agony and heartbreak even
on him.
Harry had been weighing Draco's words as he spoke. He listened for the sincerity and his
eyes widened when he heard real emotion etched in his last sentence. "It's okay Draco we'll help
you. You can sit with us at the feast and then we'll take you to see Dumbledore afterwards,"
Harry threw an arm around Malfoy's shoulders and guided him to one of the horseless carriages.
"Are you two serious? This is Draco Malfoy; archenemy of Harry Potter and a Slytherin!
This has to be a trick. So you honestly think that he would reverse his position so easily. Do you
guys not remember all the horrible stuff that he did to us; this is the guy that has always referred
to you as a Mudblood Hermione, Harry this guy has tortured you since day one and I don't think
anyone will ever forget the 'Weasley is our King' song. And then suddenly his daddy doesn't
love him anymore and you guys want to take him in?!" Ron looked like he was about to have an
aneurism.
"Ron listen to him. No one can fake that kind of emotion. But I suppose that we should
see what Dumbledore says before we invite him to Gryffindor Tower. But he can still sit with us
at the feast, okay?" Hermione glared at Ron who had no choice but to agree.
"Fine but he sits next to you guys," Ron stood up as the carriage came to a stop and threw
himself out of the door and stalked up the stone steps.