A/N Errrm, this is my first ever Draco/Hermione fan fiction, so bear with
me!!
DISCLAIMER All characters by JK Rowling, plot by moi!!!
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Hermione felt eyes on her as she stepped onto the train. So she knew she had straighter teeth, sleek and shiny hair, pierced ears, and a fuller figure. She didn't look that different. She lowered her eyes and settled into a compartment, waiting for her friends. The friends she hadn't seen all summer. Her parents had surprised her, and taken her to America all summer. They had toured the states, and no owls had reached her at all. She couldn't say she wasn't disappointed, who wouldn't be if their friends hadn't sent them an owl all summer. But in her sincerest dreams, there was one person she wished would contact her. But deep down in her heart, she knew she was only dreaming about him. She always would be.
Peering out of the window, Hermione heard someone come into the compartment. She knew it wasn't Harry, Ron or Ginny, she hadn't seen them come onto the platform. She heard a loud, female giggle, and turned around irritated. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her cheeks had a slight pink tinge to them. There, arm in arm, stood Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. She was making silly little kissing noises, but Malfoy looked as though he wanted to jump off the train there and then. Pansy pushed Malfoy down on a seat, and sat down on his knee. Hermione watched in disgust.
She took in his gray eyes, and his silvery, blonde hair. She took in the look of distaste on his face, and that was when she realized it was no ordinary crush. She really liked Malfoy, but she knew there was no way she would stand a chance. Of course, she was only a filthy Mudblood. She stole another glance at Malfoy, but at that moment, Pansy chose to look up at Hermione.
"What the hell are you looking at, little Mudblood??" Pansy screeched loudly in Malfoy's ear. Malfoy snapped his head in Hermione's direction. She went pink again.
"Well, I couldn't miss it could I??" Hermione replied matter-of-factly.
"All I could hear was you sucking his face off. You could at least be courteous and go somewhere else to do that," she finished tartly.
Pansy stood up, towering over Hermione. Hermione stood up next to her, her hand clutching her wand in her pocket. Their gaze met, and lingered for seconds. Hermione glanced at Malfoy, who was staring intently at Hermione's whole body. He saw her looking, and turned away.
"I suggest you think about what you're going to do before you challenge me," Hermione smirked. Hermione knew she was smarter than pretty much everyone in her year, but there were some people who didn't realize that, and felt the need to challenge her every once in a while.
Pansy glowered, before tossing her hair in Hermione's face, and turning to settle herself on Malfoy's knee. Malfoy threw a contemptuous look at Hermione before being pulled into another embrace by Pansy.
Hermione guessed that Pansy was the girl that the infamous Lucius Malfoy had chosen for his son. And Malfoy looked as though he didn't quite enjoy it as much as other boys would. Pansy was a well know girl in Slytherin, and many boys would have jumped at the chance to go out with her. Pansy also looked like a chipmunk, but she was the only okay looking girl in Slytherin. Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, and turned back to stare out of the window.
Out of the many faces still standing on the platform, Hermione saw a red faced Mrs Weasley bustling along Harry, Ron and Ginny. Seeing Hermione, she waved and pointed Harry and Ron in the right direction to find her. With only five minutes to go before the train left, the boys were running towards the platform. They boarded the train, and soon, the compartment door was slid open.
Harry and Ron looked at Malfoy and Pansy, then to Hermione. She shrugged.
"I was sat here first," She said defiantly, "And I am not going to move!"
Harry and Ron shrugged also, before settling down opposite the couple, exhaling noisily. They paid no attention, and went back to eating the faces of each other. Hermione knew that Malfoy was putting on a show for Harry and Ron, but she said nothing.
As the train set off, it was the first time Harry and Ron had looked at Hermione. She felt their eyes looking her up and down, and she giggled nervously.
"Mione, what have you done to your hair??" Ron said incredulously. His eyes were roaming her body also. Hermione's hand fluttered uneasily to her hair. She had had it cut, shorter than before, but she thought it looked nice.
"What's wrong with it?" She asked timidly, afraid they would hate it.
"Nothing's wrong," Ron said, still staring. "It's.great." He concluded.
A cough from the other side of the compartment drew their attention to the pair, Pansy now sat on Malfoy's right side. She was shooting daggers at Hermione, whilst Malfoy was staring challengingly at Harry and Ron.
"I'll tell you what she's done to it," Malfoy started, an arrogant sneer on his face.
"She's made herself even more ugly!" He finished, smirking. He looked at Hermione's hurt face, and started to applaud.
"I applaud you Mudblood, I never thought you could do it! I guess I was wrong!" Malfoy added.
Hermione stood up, her eyes brimming with tears. Looking hurt and confused, she ran out of the compartment, stepping on Malfoy's foot as she went.
Malfoy sat back, satisfied. Harry and Ron stared after Hermione, each wondering the same thing. 'Why has she let him get to her? She never has before.'
And that was the last they saw of her for the rest of the journey.
DISCLAIMER All characters by JK Rowling, plot by moi!!!
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Hermione felt eyes on her as she stepped onto the train. So she knew she had straighter teeth, sleek and shiny hair, pierced ears, and a fuller figure. She didn't look that different. She lowered her eyes and settled into a compartment, waiting for her friends. The friends she hadn't seen all summer. Her parents had surprised her, and taken her to America all summer. They had toured the states, and no owls had reached her at all. She couldn't say she wasn't disappointed, who wouldn't be if their friends hadn't sent them an owl all summer. But in her sincerest dreams, there was one person she wished would contact her. But deep down in her heart, she knew she was only dreaming about him. She always would be.
Peering out of the window, Hermione heard someone come into the compartment. She knew it wasn't Harry, Ron or Ginny, she hadn't seen them come onto the platform. She heard a loud, female giggle, and turned around irritated. Her eyes widened in surprise, and her cheeks had a slight pink tinge to them. There, arm in arm, stood Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson. She was making silly little kissing noises, but Malfoy looked as though he wanted to jump off the train there and then. Pansy pushed Malfoy down on a seat, and sat down on his knee. Hermione watched in disgust.
She took in his gray eyes, and his silvery, blonde hair. She took in the look of distaste on his face, and that was when she realized it was no ordinary crush. She really liked Malfoy, but she knew there was no way she would stand a chance. Of course, she was only a filthy Mudblood. She stole another glance at Malfoy, but at that moment, Pansy chose to look up at Hermione.
"What the hell are you looking at, little Mudblood??" Pansy screeched loudly in Malfoy's ear. Malfoy snapped his head in Hermione's direction. She went pink again.
"Well, I couldn't miss it could I??" Hermione replied matter-of-factly.
"All I could hear was you sucking his face off. You could at least be courteous and go somewhere else to do that," she finished tartly.
Pansy stood up, towering over Hermione. Hermione stood up next to her, her hand clutching her wand in her pocket. Their gaze met, and lingered for seconds. Hermione glanced at Malfoy, who was staring intently at Hermione's whole body. He saw her looking, and turned away.
"I suggest you think about what you're going to do before you challenge me," Hermione smirked. Hermione knew she was smarter than pretty much everyone in her year, but there were some people who didn't realize that, and felt the need to challenge her every once in a while.
Pansy glowered, before tossing her hair in Hermione's face, and turning to settle herself on Malfoy's knee. Malfoy threw a contemptuous look at Hermione before being pulled into another embrace by Pansy.
Hermione guessed that Pansy was the girl that the infamous Lucius Malfoy had chosen for his son. And Malfoy looked as though he didn't quite enjoy it as much as other boys would. Pansy was a well know girl in Slytherin, and many boys would have jumped at the chance to go out with her. Pansy also looked like a chipmunk, but she was the only okay looking girl in Slytherin. Hermione let out an exasperated sigh, and turned back to stare out of the window.
Out of the many faces still standing on the platform, Hermione saw a red faced Mrs Weasley bustling along Harry, Ron and Ginny. Seeing Hermione, she waved and pointed Harry and Ron in the right direction to find her. With only five minutes to go before the train left, the boys were running towards the platform. They boarded the train, and soon, the compartment door was slid open.
Harry and Ron looked at Malfoy and Pansy, then to Hermione. She shrugged.
"I was sat here first," She said defiantly, "And I am not going to move!"
Harry and Ron shrugged also, before settling down opposite the couple, exhaling noisily. They paid no attention, and went back to eating the faces of each other. Hermione knew that Malfoy was putting on a show for Harry and Ron, but she said nothing.
As the train set off, it was the first time Harry and Ron had looked at Hermione. She felt their eyes looking her up and down, and she giggled nervously.
"Mione, what have you done to your hair??" Ron said incredulously. His eyes were roaming her body also. Hermione's hand fluttered uneasily to her hair. She had had it cut, shorter than before, but she thought it looked nice.
"What's wrong with it?" She asked timidly, afraid they would hate it.
"Nothing's wrong," Ron said, still staring. "It's.great." He concluded.
A cough from the other side of the compartment drew their attention to the pair, Pansy now sat on Malfoy's right side. She was shooting daggers at Hermione, whilst Malfoy was staring challengingly at Harry and Ron.
"I'll tell you what she's done to it," Malfoy started, an arrogant sneer on his face.
"She's made herself even more ugly!" He finished, smirking. He looked at Hermione's hurt face, and started to applaud.
"I applaud you Mudblood, I never thought you could do it! I guess I was wrong!" Malfoy added.
Hermione stood up, her eyes brimming with tears. Looking hurt and confused, she ran out of the compartment, stepping on Malfoy's foot as she went.
Malfoy sat back, satisfied. Harry and Ron stared after Hermione, each wondering the same thing. 'Why has she let him get to her? She never has before.'
And that was the last they saw of her for the rest of the journey.