(A/N)- Hey everyone, thanks for reading my story! I hope you like it!
Please review if you like it, or if you have any CONSTRUCTIVE criticism.
Also, please no flames, this is my first fanfic ever and I'm trying to get
the hang of it! Tell your friends about it too. I think this is going to
be a long story, so don't worry Draco and Hermione will get together, even
though it's not in this chapter, and I don't think in the next one either.
But never fear, it will happen. Since it is now summer for me I will try
to update as often as I can. I think it will be like every other day or
something, we'll see. Anyways, I hope you like the story!
P.S.- In the first chapter, at the very end the word "dinner" is supposed to be "breakfast." My bad. (
Chapter Two- Reunions
"Harry! Ron! Over here!" Hermione shouted as she waved at her two best friends through the thick glass of the train window. Luckily they saw her and waved back. In a few minutes the two boys dragged their trunks into the compartment, complaining about how all the good storage areas were filled up.
"Well, maybe if you two weren't cutting it so close you would have been here in time to store your bags," Hermione reprimanded. Then she remembered her big news.
"Oh my gosh, you guys will never believe what happened! I'm going to be-"
"Head Girl, I know, Lavender's pretty upset." Hermione was cut short by Ron, who had been dating Lavender since their fifth year. "But don't worry Hermione, I didn't let her bad mouth you or anything."
Hermione smiled. She and Lavender used to be good friends, along with Ginny Weasley, but the Head Girl competition really turned Lavender against Hermione. "Thanks, Ron. Hopefully we can get back to being friends this year."
"Well, congratulations anyway Hermione, you earned it," Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry. But I can't live in the Gryffindor living quarters! There are special quarters this year, for just the Head Girl and Head Boy," Hermione said.
"Damn! We'll still see you at meals though, right? And classes, and you can visit us and we can visit you. Right?" Ron asked.
"Yes, so really nothing will change. I just hope I like the Head Boy, whoever he is. The letter didn't say. But I'll find out soon enough! So Harry, how was your summer with the Dursleys?"
"Same as always," Harry replied. "But this year I actually got cake on my birthday! Not a whole one, but Uncle Vernon's office had some party for a client and he brought home a piece for me and four for Dudley. I could hardly believe it, and he acted like it was completely normal to give me cake on my birthday."
"Maybe the old man's softening up a bit," Ron said. All three looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Hey you guys, why don't you go get Ginny and Lavender? They can sit with us for a while," Hermione suggested. Harry and Ginny had also been going out since Harry's fifth year, and Ginny's fourth. Hermione had dated a few boys, like Seamus Finnegan and Oliver Wood, but none of them had worked out. Although she would never admit it, she was lonely and a bit jealous that her friends were all paired up. But aside from those feelings that flared up once in a while, Hermione was also happy for them. Sort of.
"Alright, let's go Harry." Ron and Harry left the compartment. Although everything was going right for Hermione, she sighed. It was becoming one of those lonely days that came every now and then. One tear slipped down Hermione's face as she wondered if she would ever find someone special.
"What is wrong with me?" Hermione thought to herself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman. She was tall and slender and feminine, but strong and commanded respect. Her hair had turned from bushy to silky and long, and she had a sweet face and gorgeous brown eyes. Most importantly, she had turned from a know-it-all into a smart, sensible, humble young woman. She couldn't figure out what she was missing.
Hermione smiled with watery eyes, and gave herself the pep talk she always needed at the beginning of each year. "This is the year, I'll find him this year," she thought to herself.
At that moment, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lavender climbed into the already small compartment. Hermione quickly brushed at her eyes and smiled.
"Hey everyone!" After many hugs and laughter, the five sat down, squished together, and began to talk about the summer and the school year ahead. Ron must have told Lavender to be nice, because although she was somewhat distant to Hermione, she was perfectly polite and congratulated her on receiving the Head Girl position. While the teenagers laughed and joked, a less happy reunion was occurring down the train.
"You stupid blokes, you were supposed to find out who the Head Girl is!" Draco shouted at Crabbe and Goyle, his two lackeys. "You can't even do that, can you?" Draco sat down in the tiny compartment. He had shown up even later than Harry and Ron and almost missed the train. It turned out Floo powder wasn't the best way to travel because of course there was no fireplace at the train station. Draco had mentally kicked himself for forgetting that important fact. He had had to walk six blocks with all his bags from the nearest diner, which was the closest place with a fireplace. Needless to say, Draco's seventh year was not starting on the right foot. Now he had assigned his "friends" with a small task and even that was not accomplished.
"Go away, leave me alone." Draco glared out the window of the moving train, wondering why his life was like this. His father didn't love him, his mother died in his fifth year, and he hated his friends. All in all he was completely dissatisfied with his life. But something else was tearing away at Draco's heart, something he would never tell anybody. He had no one to love, and no one to love him in return. Draco had girls falling at his feet, but they were all after his money, or just lusting after his looks. Draco was indeed worth lusting after. He had cut his silver-blond hair short, and now wisps of it hung on his forehead with the rest falling back into place. He had a handsome face and amazing silver eyes. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw line. Quidditch had strengthened his body. But Draco didn't pay attention to any girl, especially Pansy Parkinson who claimed they were dating. The truth was, Draco was waiting for someone special, even though he didn't realize it.
The train ride passed uneventfully, and soon the train reached its grand destination. Hogwarts loomed ahead of Draco out the window, and in spite of himself he smiled. The only place that almost felt like a home should feel. Draco grabbed his many suitcases and lugged them out of the train, and was about to put them into a carriage when a house elf approached him.
"Excuse me, sir, the Head Boy and Head Girl have a special carriage at the front, sir." The house elf grabbed the smallest bag. "Follow me, please, sir."
Draco silently picked up his bags and followed. He reached the huge, beautiful carriage, put his bags in, and sat down to once again moodily stare out the window.
Meanwhile, Hermione was also about to board another carriage with Harry and Ginny when a different house elf approached her for the same reason. "See you at dinner!" Hermione left with the house elf.
When Hermione had at last reached the first carriage, she also put in her bags and climbed in. The boy she saw sitting there made her gasp.
"Malfoy! You're Head Boy?" Hermione shouldn't have been surprised. The Malfoys had tons of money and tons of power.
Draco coolly turned his head toward her.
"Oh, it's you Granger. I should have known. You do after all, have the best grades. But that's only because you have no life and spend Friday nights studying in the library." This was one of those days when Hermione felt especially lonely, and the comment hit her hard.
"So, tell me, how much did your father pay this time, Malfoy?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"I got in on my own, thank you! And I would appreciate it if you would shut your damn mouth!" Unbeknownst to Hermione, Draco was having a lonely day as well.
The two didn't speak the rest of the ride there, and not even when they were walking to their living quarters. When they came upon the portrait of a unicorn, the entrance to their common room, Hermione stated that they would have to agree on a password.
"How about earthly? That's the meaning of my name," Hermione said.
"Ask me if I care, Granger. Dragon, my name. That's the password," Draco commanded.
Hermione sighed, and said "Earthly dragon," to the portrait. It swung open, and the two entered. Even Draco gasped as they walked in. Their common room was huge, with rich mahogany furniture, a roaring fire in the fireplace, a bookshelf filled with books covering an entire wall, and a huge window facing the west, with a view of the lake and the Forbidden Forest. Two corridors branched off on either side of the window, leading to their separate bedrooms.
"It's so beautiful," whispered Hermione. She ran her fingers on the arm of a luxurious couch.
Even being used to riches didn't prepare Draco for the magnificence of this room. But he couldn't let Hermione know. "Yeah, it's nice I guess," Draco replied casually. Without another word, he stalked away to his room, leaving Hermione alone looking after him.
P.S.- In the first chapter, at the very end the word "dinner" is supposed to be "breakfast." My bad. (
Chapter Two- Reunions
"Harry! Ron! Over here!" Hermione shouted as she waved at her two best friends through the thick glass of the train window. Luckily they saw her and waved back. In a few minutes the two boys dragged their trunks into the compartment, complaining about how all the good storage areas were filled up.
"Well, maybe if you two weren't cutting it so close you would have been here in time to store your bags," Hermione reprimanded. Then she remembered her big news.
"Oh my gosh, you guys will never believe what happened! I'm going to be-"
"Head Girl, I know, Lavender's pretty upset." Hermione was cut short by Ron, who had been dating Lavender since their fifth year. "But don't worry Hermione, I didn't let her bad mouth you or anything."
Hermione smiled. She and Lavender used to be good friends, along with Ginny Weasley, but the Head Girl competition really turned Lavender against Hermione. "Thanks, Ron. Hopefully we can get back to being friends this year."
"Well, congratulations anyway Hermione, you earned it," Harry said.
"Thanks, Harry. But I can't live in the Gryffindor living quarters! There are special quarters this year, for just the Head Girl and Head Boy," Hermione said.
"Damn! We'll still see you at meals though, right? And classes, and you can visit us and we can visit you. Right?" Ron asked.
"Yes, so really nothing will change. I just hope I like the Head Boy, whoever he is. The letter didn't say. But I'll find out soon enough! So Harry, how was your summer with the Dursleys?"
"Same as always," Harry replied. "But this year I actually got cake on my birthday! Not a whole one, but Uncle Vernon's office had some party for a client and he brought home a piece for me and four for Dudley. I could hardly believe it, and he acted like it was completely normal to give me cake on my birthday."
"Maybe the old man's softening up a bit," Ron said. All three looked at each other and burst out laughing.
"Hey you guys, why don't you go get Ginny and Lavender? They can sit with us for a while," Hermione suggested. Harry and Ginny had also been going out since Harry's fifth year, and Ginny's fourth. Hermione had dated a few boys, like Seamus Finnegan and Oliver Wood, but none of them had worked out. Although she would never admit it, she was lonely and a bit jealous that her friends were all paired up. But aside from those feelings that flared up once in a while, Hermione was also happy for them. Sort of.
"Alright, let's go Harry." Ron and Harry left the compartment. Although everything was going right for Hermione, she sighed. It was becoming one of those lonely days that came every now and then. One tear slipped down Hermione's face as she wondered if she would ever find someone special.
"What is wrong with me?" Hermione thought to herself. "What the hell is wrong with me?" Hermione had grown into a beautiful woman. She was tall and slender and feminine, but strong and commanded respect. Her hair had turned from bushy to silky and long, and she had a sweet face and gorgeous brown eyes. Most importantly, she had turned from a know-it-all into a smart, sensible, humble young woman. She couldn't figure out what she was missing.
Hermione smiled with watery eyes, and gave herself the pep talk she always needed at the beginning of each year. "This is the year, I'll find him this year," she thought to herself.
At that moment, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Lavender climbed into the already small compartment. Hermione quickly brushed at her eyes and smiled.
"Hey everyone!" After many hugs and laughter, the five sat down, squished together, and began to talk about the summer and the school year ahead. Ron must have told Lavender to be nice, because although she was somewhat distant to Hermione, she was perfectly polite and congratulated her on receiving the Head Girl position. While the teenagers laughed and joked, a less happy reunion was occurring down the train.
"You stupid blokes, you were supposed to find out who the Head Girl is!" Draco shouted at Crabbe and Goyle, his two lackeys. "You can't even do that, can you?" Draco sat down in the tiny compartment. He had shown up even later than Harry and Ron and almost missed the train. It turned out Floo powder wasn't the best way to travel because of course there was no fireplace at the train station. Draco had mentally kicked himself for forgetting that important fact. He had had to walk six blocks with all his bags from the nearest diner, which was the closest place with a fireplace. Needless to say, Draco's seventh year was not starting on the right foot. Now he had assigned his "friends" with a small task and even that was not accomplished.
"Go away, leave me alone." Draco glared out the window of the moving train, wondering why his life was like this. His father didn't love him, his mother died in his fifth year, and he hated his friends. All in all he was completely dissatisfied with his life. But something else was tearing away at Draco's heart, something he would never tell anybody. He had no one to love, and no one to love him in return. Draco had girls falling at his feet, but they were all after his money, or just lusting after his looks. Draco was indeed worth lusting after. He had cut his silver-blond hair short, and now wisps of it hung on his forehead with the rest falling back into place. He had a handsome face and amazing silver eyes. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a strong jaw line. Quidditch had strengthened his body. But Draco didn't pay attention to any girl, especially Pansy Parkinson who claimed they were dating. The truth was, Draco was waiting for someone special, even though he didn't realize it.
The train ride passed uneventfully, and soon the train reached its grand destination. Hogwarts loomed ahead of Draco out the window, and in spite of himself he smiled. The only place that almost felt like a home should feel. Draco grabbed his many suitcases and lugged them out of the train, and was about to put them into a carriage when a house elf approached him.
"Excuse me, sir, the Head Boy and Head Girl have a special carriage at the front, sir." The house elf grabbed the smallest bag. "Follow me, please, sir."
Draco silently picked up his bags and followed. He reached the huge, beautiful carriage, put his bags in, and sat down to once again moodily stare out the window.
Meanwhile, Hermione was also about to board another carriage with Harry and Ginny when a different house elf approached her for the same reason. "See you at dinner!" Hermione left with the house elf.
When Hermione had at last reached the first carriage, she also put in her bags and climbed in. The boy she saw sitting there made her gasp.
"Malfoy! You're Head Boy?" Hermione shouldn't have been surprised. The Malfoys had tons of money and tons of power.
Draco coolly turned his head toward her.
"Oh, it's you Granger. I should have known. You do after all, have the best grades. But that's only because you have no life and spend Friday nights studying in the library." This was one of those days when Hermione felt especially lonely, and the comment hit her hard.
"So, tell me, how much did your father pay this time, Malfoy?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"I got in on my own, thank you! And I would appreciate it if you would shut your damn mouth!" Unbeknownst to Hermione, Draco was having a lonely day as well.
The two didn't speak the rest of the ride there, and not even when they were walking to their living quarters. When they came upon the portrait of a unicorn, the entrance to their common room, Hermione stated that they would have to agree on a password.
"How about earthly? That's the meaning of my name," Hermione said.
"Ask me if I care, Granger. Dragon, my name. That's the password," Draco commanded.
Hermione sighed, and said "Earthly dragon," to the portrait. It swung open, and the two entered. Even Draco gasped as they walked in. Their common room was huge, with rich mahogany furniture, a roaring fire in the fireplace, a bookshelf filled with books covering an entire wall, and a huge window facing the west, with a view of the lake and the Forbidden Forest. Two corridors branched off on either side of the window, leading to their separate bedrooms.
"It's so beautiful," whispered Hermione. She ran her fingers on the arm of a luxurious couch.
Even being used to riches didn't prepare Draco for the magnificence of this room. But he couldn't let Hermione know. "Yeah, it's nice I guess," Draco replied casually. Without another word, he stalked away to his room, leaving Hermione alone looking after him.