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Chapter 2
"Who do you think…?" Hermione started to yell then stopped, realizing who it is. It was Malfoy. "What do you think you're doing?" she asked more softly, but still demanding.
"What do you think I'm doing? I'm stopping you in the hallway," Malfoy said, smirking.
"Why?" she asked stupidly, struggling to free herself from his strong grasp.
"I want to talk to you," he said, "obviously, or I wouldn't be standing in a hallway with you."
"Well, I don't want to talk to you!" Hermione yelled, screaming from the pain in her arm. Malfoy seemed to be gripping harder and harder on her arm. "Let go! You're hurting me!" Hermione cried out, trying to keep back her tears, so as to not show her weakness.
"No, I won't let go, but I'll show you just what you deserve, what you need.
With that, he pulled her roughly into deep, forceful kiss, aggressively forcing his way in. He shoved her against corridor wall as she struggled, desperately, to free herself. In an attempt to push him off her, she bit his lip, hard. With blood now trickling down his lip, he drew back with an angry sneer on his face.
"How dare you! You'll pay for that Mudblood!" Malfoy threatened, furiously, kissing her again, even more forcefully than before, if possible.
Suddenly, he pulled away, but not before he twisted her arm around her back. "Now, if you're smart, like you say you are, you'll stay the hell away from me, or there'll be more where that came from." And with one last kiss, he shoved her against the wall and stalked off.
Hermione stood there shaking, almost out of breath, thinking, 'What just happened? Did Malfoy really kiss me only moments ago?' Knowing full well he did, she tried to start walking back to the compartment where Harry and Ron were sitting there expectantly, waiting for Hermione to come back and tell them if she had made Head Girl or not. But she was shaking so much that it was difficult to walk. She decided that she will just sit here until she could regain her composure. 'This isn't happening,' she thought as she slid to the floor, along the wall. 'It can't be! This is supposed to be my best year! He could affect my N.E.W.T.S too, if he wanted to. But you won't let him will you?' her more determined part of her told her. 'No! Of course not!' she answered. Hermione sighed as she realized this is going to be one long year. "I'll just have to avoid him,' she told herself, 'Maybe he won't ever do it again,' she thought hopefully. Hermione felt better and tried to stand up to began walking back towards her compartment again. When she walking through the door, she looked out the window and saw Hogwarts not far in the distance.
"We are almost there, "she told Ron and Harry, who she knew were waiting for her to show her the badge; she fished it out of her robe pocket and tossed it to them, carelessly. "We need to change into our robes," she added.
"Umm…Hermione, are you ok?" Ron asked, tentatively.
"Yes! Why wouldn't I be?" she snapped, blushing a light shade of pink from the memory of her and Malfoy in the hallway.
Ron and Harry glanced at each other nervously; each knew exactly what the other was thinking, 'What's wrong with her?'
Hermione seemed to know what they were thinking, too, not surprisingly, though. She had known them for seven years now. She said, "Yes, I know I sound mad, but I am ok. Don't forget to put your robes on," she reminded them.
It was silent for about 10 minutes while they changed into their robes and gather their belongings. After another 5 minutes, the train started to get slower and slower until it had finally stopped. Hermione heard the pitter patter of feet outside her door and she opened it and prepared herself for hundreds of students waiting for her to tell them what to do. 'And Malfoy's too, of course,' she added glumly.
She stumbled backwards as a kid nearly knocked her off her feet and ran right past her without saying sorry in an attempt to get one of the better horseless carriages by the lake.
"Hey!" she yelled to the kid, "come back here!" the kid stopped and turned back to look at her.
"What?" he said rather rudely.
"Watch that tone with me!" Hermione scolded, "or you'll find yourself in detention!"
"You can't give me detention!"
"Oh yeah?" she challenged, flashing her Head Girl badge at him, "watch me."
"Detention Thursday evening in the Head's Office on the…"
"I know where it is," he interrupted.
"Right then, you shouldn't have any trouble getting there on time at 7:00pm on the dot, then?
"But…I have Quidditch tryouts!" he protested.
"Too bad, you should have thought of that before you were so rude to me," Hermione told him.
"Can't I do it another night?" he asked desperately.
"No. What is your name?" she asked, finally taking in his appearance. He had medium length brown hair with strawberry-blonde highlights in it. He looked to be maybe 5'9 with a very strong build that looked as though he weight-trained everyday. He was wearing a dark, navy blue shirt and jeans underneath his black robes, which hung just below his ankles.
"Jonathon…Jonathon Spencer," he answered.
"What year are you in?" she questioned.
"I'm in my seventh year," he responded.
"I have never seen you here before. Are you new?"
"No, I have always been here."
"Oh, what house are you in?" Hermione asked.
"Ravenclaw."
"Ah, the house of the intelligence."
"Why, umm, yes," he said nervously, "I, err, I have to get on the…uhh…"
"Carriages?" Hermione finished for him.
"Yes...that. I have to go. Bye."
Hermione watched his fit figure run off towards the carriages and disappeared inside one of them. 'Why haven't I ever seen him before? Are first years getting more populated every year that I just haven't noticed him? Weird.' Hermione started off towards the Head Carriage herself while taking one last glance at the carriage that Jonathon went in. 'This is definitely weird.'
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