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I only own the plot, the people in the USA, and Dusty!
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Hermione's POV
Hermione could not believe her ears. Draco had apologized and had been polite enough not to use her surname. She slowly sat down as the compartment door slid open.
A rather pointed face poked in to look at them. Hermione turned away as she recognized the squashed face of Pansy Parkinson, or formerly known as Cow. "Drakiekins, I heard yelling," she cooed before her gaze rested on Hermione. "What's she doing here?" Pansy asked, her nostrils flaring.
Hermione watched as Draco's innocent expression turned into a scowl. "She's the Head Girl, and stop calling me that!" he said irritably.
"Fine." Pansy said and pursed her lips. She slowly exited, sliding the door shut behind her.
Draco's POV
The two played wizards' chess for most of the trip. Hermione had won six games, had lost two, and had stalemate twice. Draco had been rather annoyed with this, because he had not laid off on any of the games.
Draco got up, leaving Hermione to put away the set. He walked up to the engineer. Upon opening his mouth, the engineer spoke.
"Ten minutes 'til Hogwarts," the man grunted.
Draco shut his mouth and retreated back to his compartment. "We'll be there in ten minutes. I guess we'd better change," he said, pulling his trunk and her trunk from the storage.
"Thanks," he heard her mumble as she rummaged in her trunk for her robes.
He watched as a photograph fluttered onto the floor. "What's this?" he asked and looked at it. It was a nonmoving picture of a couple.
Hermione looked up and tucked a straightened lock of hair behind her ear. "They're my parents," she answered and proceeded to charm a blanket to hover in midair, for privacy. Draco nodded and put the photograph back into her trunk.
He began taking off his shirt when he heard Hermione. "Draco-Malfoy? Why are you acting so weird?" He heard her ask.
He buttoned up his shirt and finished his dressing before answering. "What do you mean?" He returned the question with a sly grin.
He heard her hesitate before she answered. "N-never mind," she answered.
"Are you done, Granger?" Draco asked as he stored his clothes in his trunk. He heard the sound of a muffled yes. He flicked his wand and the blanket fell revealing a startled Granger in a double headlock from Crabbe and Goyle. "Vincent! Gregory! Get the bloody hell off of her!" he shouted. Draco watched as his cronies let go before shuffling out of the compartment.
Draco walked over to Granger, slightly worried. "Are you ok?!?!" he asked.
Hermione's POV
Hermione watched him carefully. Why was he acting so weird? "My neck hurts a bit," she answered rubbing her neck. She frowned in confusion as Malfoy ushered her into her seat.
"You should lay down," he almost ordered.
Hermione looked at his seat. Both of their trunks, Crookshanks, and some junk now filled his seat.
"Where are you going to sit?" she asked. She smiled as Malfoy frowned. "You can sit with me," she answered her own question.
Malfoy sat down and left plenty of room for Hermione. Hermione laid down, her head closest to the door.
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Thanks, Kerbi, for the help. I really stink at reading over my work as I often miss my own mistakes!
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I only own the plot, the people in the USA, and Dusty!
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Hermione's POV
Hermione could not believe her ears. Draco had apologized and had been polite enough not to use her surname. She slowly sat down as the compartment door slid open.
A rather pointed face poked in to look at them. Hermione turned away as she recognized the squashed face of Pansy Parkinson, or formerly known as Cow. "Drakiekins, I heard yelling," she cooed before her gaze rested on Hermione. "What's she doing here?" Pansy asked, her nostrils flaring.
Hermione watched as Draco's innocent expression turned into a scowl. "She's the Head Girl, and stop calling me that!" he said irritably.
"Fine." Pansy said and pursed her lips. She slowly exited, sliding the door shut behind her.
Draco's POV
The two played wizards' chess for most of the trip. Hermione had won six games, had lost two, and had stalemate twice. Draco had been rather annoyed with this, because he had not laid off on any of the games.
Draco got up, leaving Hermione to put away the set. He walked up to the engineer. Upon opening his mouth, the engineer spoke.
"Ten minutes 'til Hogwarts," the man grunted.
Draco shut his mouth and retreated back to his compartment. "We'll be there in ten minutes. I guess we'd better change," he said, pulling his trunk and her trunk from the storage.
"Thanks," he heard her mumble as she rummaged in her trunk for her robes.
He watched as a photograph fluttered onto the floor. "What's this?" he asked and looked at it. It was a nonmoving picture of a couple.
Hermione looked up and tucked a straightened lock of hair behind her ear. "They're my parents," she answered and proceeded to charm a blanket to hover in midair, for privacy. Draco nodded and put the photograph back into her trunk.
He began taking off his shirt when he heard Hermione. "Draco-Malfoy? Why are you acting so weird?" He heard her ask.
He buttoned up his shirt and finished his dressing before answering. "What do you mean?" He returned the question with a sly grin.
He heard her hesitate before she answered. "N-never mind," she answered.
"Are you done, Granger?" Draco asked as he stored his clothes in his trunk. He heard the sound of a muffled yes. He flicked his wand and the blanket fell revealing a startled Granger in a double headlock from Crabbe and Goyle. "Vincent! Gregory! Get the bloody hell off of her!" he shouted. Draco watched as his cronies let go before shuffling out of the compartment.
Draco walked over to Granger, slightly worried. "Are you ok?!?!" he asked.
Hermione's POV
Hermione watched him carefully. Why was he acting so weird? "My neck hurts a bit," she answered rubbing her neck. She frowned in confusion as Malfoy ushered her into her seat.
"You should lay down," he almost ordered.
Hermione looked at his seat. Both of their trunks, Crookshanks, and some junk now filled his seat.
"Where are you going to sit?" she asked. She smiled as Malfoy frowned. "You can sit with me," she answered her own question.
Malfoy sat down and left plenty of room for Hermione. Hermione laid down, her head closest to the door.
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Thanks, Kerbi, for the help. I really stink at reading over my work as I often miss my own mistakes!
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