Chapter Two- Platform 9 ¾

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Summary: More jumping from Hermione, and more smirking from our slippery friend Lucius.

Chapter Two:

Lucius strolled through the parents and students crowding Platform 9 ¾. Then he spotted her. Hermione Granger hugged her parents goodbye. After they left she sat on a nearby bench and buried herself in a book. Lucius made sure Draco was on the train, and then sat down next to her. Hermione was so caught up in her reading she didn't even notice. Until Lucius leaned in closer and whispered in her ear:

"Hello, Miss Granger."

Hermione jumped again, sending her book flying. Lucius caught it easily and held it out for her. She took it, glancing up at him nervously.

"Thank You" she stammered.

"Again, it was a pleasure" Lucius whispered, he was still an inch from her face. The train whistled. "You'd best get on the train Miss Granger." he said silkily, then he got up and Disapparated, very pleased with himself.

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Hermione gathered her books and got on the train. She found Harry, Ron, and Ginny in a compartment and joined them. She was very confused. Hermione remained quiet through most of the journey, claiming she was tired.

Why did Mr. Malfoy look at me like that? And what did he mean "Always a pleasure"?. and why does he make me so nervous?

Hermione knew why he made her nervous. He was older, good-looking, powerful, and the way he'd looked at her was downright unnerving.

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Lucius was lying in bed, thinking. He knew what he wanted. And he always got what he wanted. As long as he kept her guessing, wondering, she would never know what hit her. But how would he do that while she was at school? His eyes rested on a picture of himself and the other school governors. An evil grin crept onto his face, Lucius got up and crossed the room to his desk. There, he wrote a letter and magically multiplied it so there were eleven copies sitting in front of him. He addressed them and tied them to his owl's leg. Then, he carried the owl to the window and smirked as he watched it fly away.