"Holy.....shit" said Ron.
"What the...." Harry trailed off, lying Ginny in an empty seat.
"What's so surprising to you people?" she said with a smirk to rival any Slitherin.
"You look...." Said Harry slowly,
"Great!" Ron said, cutting off Harry and jabbing him in the ribs.
"Yeah, great" said Harry with a quizzical look.
"So what have you been doing lately" said Ron
"Not very much actually, here you two, sit down" said Hermione, moving her backpack and CD's. "My summer was boring as ever. Oh wait, one thing happened, I'm now in a band, I play lead guitar."
"Wow!" said Harry and Ron in unison, sitting down.
"Yeah, do you want to hear us play? We recorded a CD." She said turning around and reaching into the black backpack she brought with her. She turned around with the CD in her hand to find Harry looking astonished.
"What?" she said, following his gaze to the floor. "Shit!" she said, seeing what he was looking at. When she was digging through her bag, she accidentally pulled out a pack of cigarettes and they had fallen to the floor.
"You smoke?!" said Harry, looking just as aghast as Ron did.
"Yes I do as a matter of fact! Do you have some kind of problem with that?" she stated, renewing her bad attitude.
"Hermione, I don't know what the bloody hell happened to you this summer, but it has some kind of lasting effect on you." Ron said standing up and backing away.
"Um...DUH! I could have told you that." She said.
"I don't think I can be around you like this. You're too different from the way I know, or knew you."
"The way you knew me? The way you knew me?!" she said raising her voice. "The way you knew me was little pathetic ass Herm who spent every waking moment in the god-forsaken-library doing extra credit when I was already top of the class. The way you knew me, was a little wimpy ass childish girl who had to have you two flanking me to, 'keep me out of harm' because I was to afraid to fend for my self! Well I'm sorry I have another life besides studies, I'm sorry I can stand up for my self, I'm sorry I trusted my best friends to accept me, and you know what? I'm sorry I don't give a goddamn FUCK!!!" she screamed. "You knew me right? Well you didn't know me well enough obviously by the look on you're faces. I'm tired of living up to your fucking expectations. So you know what? You can just leave. Wait, on second thought I'll leave. Maybe I'll find some real friends who don't care what I do and dress like." And with that she picked up her backpack, put on her headphones, and walked out the door, making sure it was slammed hard.
After about fifteen minutes of walking through compartments getting goggled at, she finally found an empty one towards the front of the train. "Finally, maybe I can have an undisturbed smoke." She said to herself.
"That's what I wanted" said an all too familiar drawl. And low and behold, standing in front of her, a Marlboro Light between his lips was Draco Malfoy.
"Fancy a fag?" he offered
"Well, well, good boy Draco doing something against the rules? Imagine that..." she said with sarcasm as she often did, grabbing the cigarette he offered.
"Good boy Draco? What about you? Back there an hour ago I didn't even know that was you, not that I don't like the change." He said as she pulled off her sweatshirt to reveal a tight black long sleeved shirt that said 'comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable' across the chest.
"So, mind if I sit here?" she said, lighting her cigarette.
"Not really," he said motioning for her to sit across from him. "I'll just sit back and enjoy the view...of the scenery!!" he said seeing her questioning look of 'the scenery'.
"Ok..." she said, completely unconvinced. As he looked out the window, she took the time to fully acknowledge the very changed Draco Malfoy. He was coincidently wearing black 'jnco' jeans, and a black long sleeved shirt that said 'Bounty Hunter' on the front. His hair was un-gelled and down, and the tips were dyed black.
"Very hott" she said unconsciously.
"Did you just say I was hott?" he questioned
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Because it's true"
"Oh, ya, you are to"
"What?"
"You're hott to"
"Think so?"
"Yes"
"Cool, why are you being so nice to me after I completely reamed you out back there?" she asked looking at him.
"Because I deserved to get yelled at for the past six years." He said, returning her gaze.
"Oh, so does this mean you can actually be civil to a.....mudblood?"
"Oh about that mudblood shit, I'm really sorry. Turns out I am not a pure blood, my mother is a squib, never told my father."
"Wow," she said tossing her cigarette butt out the window, along with Draco's.
"So why aren't you with you're little save-the-world-from-all-harm- best friends?" asked Draco.
"Oh, they can't handle the change. Apparently they 'can't be around me while I am like this' as they so blatantly put it."
"Oh funny, same thing with Crabbe and Goyle. They are afraid of me. Talk about coincidence." "Yeah, you're alone, I'm alone." She said.
"So do you want to be loners together?" he asked with a smirk.
"I'm going to ignore the fact that that sentence completely contradicts itself and ask you, is this a proposal to be friends?"
"Only if you accept"
"So you're saying to just put all this shit behind us? This isn't a joke?"
"Yes to the first part and no to the second."
"In that case, yes I accept!!" she said smiling a true smile for the first time in 4 or 5 months. "Do we need to shake on it?" he asked, standing up and extending his hand.
"Screw the handshake," said Hermione, lunging at his with a hug.
"Hey, that reminds me, who was that man at the train station?"
"Oh,"she said, sitting back down, not wanting to think about her father.
Draco, seeing her uneasiness, said "hey if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to, unless you want to."
"Well I don't really want to talk about it. But hey, do you know who the head boy and girl are?"
"Hmm....think really hard." He said cynically, happy for a change of subject.
"Well if you're not head boy, I am going to refuse the position."
"OK" he said.
"So how was you're summer?" she asked him. And for the next two hours they sat there, catching up on the six years they missed.
"Would Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger please come to the front compartment?" rang professor McGonagall's voice, magically magnified. "That's us." said Draco, getting up and opening the door.
"I can hardly contain my joy." Hermione said sarcastically, putting on her sweatshirt and pulling up her hood.
When they arrived at the front of the train, professor McGonagall turned to Draco and said, "Mr. Malfoy, the head meeting is private. Therefore I am going to have to ask you're friend to step out."
"Did you not call for Hermione Granger?" she asked, pulling down her hood. "Well it's me. I'm here. What do you want?"
"Oh! Oh my!" said the Professor, looking as astonished as anyone. "Ok in that case, let's inform you of you're duties. You will obviously be sharing the same dormitory. There are two separate rooms, one bathroom, and a common room. The entry password is 'skittles'". Hermione and Draco both glanced at each other from the word 'skittles'.
"It was professor Dumbledore's idea to put muggle candy names as this year's password choice. Also every night corridors must be checked after curfew, you may alternate nights or go together, you're choice really. Now then, everything clear?" she finished with an almost-smile.
"Do we get to dock off house points?" asked Hermione wickedly.
"Yes you do, but use the privilege wisely. And now since we are here you may get out and step into the heads carriage." And with that she shunned them out the door. As Hermione was walking to the carriage she thought that this year was looking a lot better then what she had originally thought.
"What the...." Harry trailed off, lying Ginny in an empty seat.
"What's so surprising to you people?" she said with a smirk to rival any Slitherin.
"You look...." Said Harry slowly,
"Great!" Ron said, cutting off Harry and jabbing him in the ribs.
"Yeah, great" said Harry with a quizzical look.
"So what have you been doing lately" said Ron
"Not very much actually, here you two, sit down" said Hermione, moving her backpack and CD's. "My summer was boring as ever. Oh wait, one thing happened, I'm now in a band, I play lead guitar."
"Wow!" said Harry and Ron in unison, sitting down.
"Yeah, do you want to hear us play? We recorded a CD." She said turning around and reaching into the black backpack she brought with her. She turned around with the CD in her hand to find Harry looking astonished.
"What?" she said, following his gaze to the floor. "Shit!" she said, seeing what he was looking at. When she was digging through her bag, she accidentally pulled out a pack of cigarettes and they had fallen to the floor.
"You smoke?!" said Harry, looking just as aghast as Ron did.
"Yes I do as a matter of fact! Do you have some kind of problem with that?" she stated, renewing her bad attitude.
"Hermione, I don't know what the bloody hell happened to you this summer, but it has some kind of lasting effect on you." Ron said standing up and backing away.
"Um...DUH! I could have told you that." She said.
"I don't think I can be around you like this. You're too different from the way I know, or knew you."
"The way you knew me? The way you knew me?!" she said raising her voice. "The way you knew me was little pathetic ass Herm who spent every waking moment in the god-forsaken-library doing extra credit when I was already top of the class. The way you knew me, was a little wimpy ass childish girl who had to have you two flanking me to, 'keep me out of harm' because I was to afraid to fend for my self! Well I'm sorry I have another life besides studies, I'm sorry I can stand up for my self, I'm sorry I trusted my best friends to accept me, and you know what? I'm sorry I don't give a goddamn FUCK!!!" she screamed. "You knew me right? Well you didn't know me well enough obviously by the look on you're faces. I'm tired of living up to your fucking expectations. So you know what? You can just leave. Wait, on second thought I'll leave. Maybe I'll find some real friends who don't care what I do and dress like." And with that she picked up her backpack, put on her headphones, and walked out the door, making sure it was slammed hard.
After about fifteen minutes of walking through compartments getting goggled at, she finally found an empty one towards the front of the train. "Finally, maybe I can have an undisturbed smoke." She said to herself.
"That's what I wanted" said an all too familiar drawl. And low and behold, standing in front of her, a Marlboro Light between his lips was Draco Malfoy.
"Fancy a fag?" he offered
"Well, well, good boy Draco doing something against the rules? Imagine that..." she said with sarcasm as she often did, grabbing the cigarette he offered.
"Good boy Draco? What about you? Back there an hour ago I didn't even know that was you, not that I don't like the change." He said as she pulled off her sweatshirt to reveal a tight black long sleeved shirt that said 'comfort the disturbed, disturb the comfortable' across the chest.
"So, mind if I sit here?" she said, lighting her cigarette.
"Not really," he said motioning for her to sit across from him. "I'll just sit back and enjoy the view...of the scenery!!" he said seeing her questioning look of 'the scenery'.
"Ok..." she said, completely unconvinced. As he looked out the window, she took the time to fully acknowledge the very changed Draco Malfoy. He was coincidently wearing black 'jnco' jeans, and a black long sleeved shirt that said 'Bounty Hunter' on the front. His hair was un-gelled and down, and the tips were dyed black.
"Very hott" she said unconsciously.
"Did you just say I was hott?" he questioned
"Yes"
"Why?"
"Because it's true"
"Oh, ya, you are to"
"What?"
"You're hott to"
"Think so?"
"Yes"
"Cool, why are you being so nice to me after I completely reamed you out back there?" she asked looking at him.
"Because I deserved to get yelled at for the past six years." He said, returning her gaze.
"Oh, so does this mean you can actually be civil to a.....mudblood?"
"Oh about that mudblood shit, I'm really sorry. Turns out I am not a pure blood, my mother is a squib, never told my father."
"Wow," she said tossing her cigarette butt out the window, along with Draco's.
"So why aren't you with you're little save-the-world-from-all-harm- best friends?" asked Draco.
"Oh, they can't handle the change. Apparently they 'can't be around me while I am like this' as they so blatantly put it."
"Oh funny, same thing with Crabbe and Goyle. They are afraid of me. Talk about coincidence." "Yeah, you're alone, I'm alone." She said.
"So do you want to be loners together?" he asked with a smirk.
"I'm going to ignore the fact that that sentence completely contradicts itself and ask you, is this a proposal to be friends?"
"Only if you accept"
"So you're saying to just put all this shit behind us? This isn't a joke?"
"Yes to the first part and no to the second."
"In that case, yes I accept!!" she said smiling a true smile for the first time in 4 or 5 months. "Do we need to shake on it?" he asked, standing up and extending his hand.
"Screw the handshake," said Hermione, lunging at his with a hug.
"Hey, that reminds me, who was that man at the train station?"
"Oh,"she said, sitting back down, not wanting to think about her father.
Draco, seeing her uneasiness, said "hey if you don't want to talk about it you don't have to, unless you want to."
"Well I don't really want to talk about it. But hey, do you know who the head boy and girl are?"
"Hmm....think really hard." He said cynically, happy for a change of subject.
"Well if you're not head boy, I am going to refuse the position."
"OK" he said.
"So how was you're summer?" she asked him. And for the next two hours they sat there, catching up on the six years they missed.
"Would Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger please come to the front compartment?" rang professor McGonagall's voice, magically magnified. "That's us." said Draco, getting up and opening the door.
"I can hardly contain my joy." Hermione said sarcastically, putting on her sweatshirt and pulling up her hood.
When they arrived at the front of the train, professor McGonagall turned to Draco and said, "Mr. Malfoy, the head meeting is private. Therefore I am going to have to ask you're friend to step out."
"Did you not call for Hermione Granger?" she asked, pulling down her hood. "Well it's me. I'm here. What do you want?"
"Oh! Oh my!" said the Professor, looking as astonished as anyone. "Ok in that case, let's inform you of you're duties. You will obviously be sharing the same dormitory. There are two separate rooms, one bathroom, and a common room. The entry password is 'skittles'". Hermione and Draco both glanced at each other from the word 'skittles'.
"It was professor Dumbledore's idea to put muggle candy names as this year's password choice. Also every night corridors must be checked after curfew, you may alternate nights or go together, you're choice really. Now then, everything clear?" she finished with an almost-smile.
"Do we get to dock off house points?" asked Hermione wickedly.
"Yes you do, but use the privilege wisely. And now since we are here you may get out and step into the heads carriage." And with that she shunned them out the door. As Hermione was walking to the carriage she thought that this year was looking a lot better then what she had originally thought.