Wonderwall
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, only the plot.
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The Train
Draco made his way through the train, glaring at the students that brushed up against him. There was a prefect compartment, somewhere along here. Draco was pleased when he had been appointed Prefect, receiving a letter from the school with his badge. At least, with his own room, he would finally get privacy and he would be able to get some sleep without the loud snores of his fellow slytherins. Finally he reached the compartment, and he slid the door open, and walked inside. He smirked; it was big, and the seats were very comfortable. He was going to enjoy the train ride there, instead of being in the poor, lousy compartments that the other students had to sit in. He sat down, and turned so that he looked out the window. The other Prefect ought to be coming soon, and he hoped he wasn't going to be stuck with an idiot or a delusional hormonal girl. He just wanted silence, and he definitely wouldn't have that if some idiot tried to talk him up, or the pathetic girl tried to flirt with him. He would have enough of little pricks like that at Hogwarts, and he needed rest before he got there. Suddenly he heard talking outside the compartment; three voices. Two boys and one girl. He looked at the door, expecting it to open, so he could see who the other Prefect was. Then he heard laughing, and somehow he recognized that laugh. Just then the compartment door opened, and he almost didn't recognize the girl, but he know who she was. Oh, he knew who she was.
She had long wavy hair, a creamy and fair face, sparkling brown eyes. The girl was wearing a light yellow shirt, and dark jeans. Draco knew those eyes too well to forget them, even if Granger had grown quite much over the summer. And he had to say, quite well. She saw Draco, and he saw her eyes darken, but she smiled at him faintly. She closed the compartment door and walked inside, and took a seat facing Draco, on the opposite side. Draco smirked; this wasn't going to be so bad. He leaned back, smirking at her. He could see her eyes watch him carefully, cautiously. Hermione knew how much Draco Malfoy hated her, and she knew he had to have some tricks up his sleeve. She had to admit, she was shocked when she had seen him in here, although she shouldn't have been. She knew perfectly well that he had the second best grades in Hogwarts, her being in first. Hermione disliked Draco Malfoy, but had to respect that he was hard working and smart. Even if he was a stuck up twit. She shifted around nervously, looking away, avoiding his gaze. Draco crossed his arms, as the smirk got bigger; this was going to be fun.
" So, mudblood, how was your summer? Quite boring? Well, that was expected, now wasn't it? I mean, all you did was study, study, and talk to books who couldn't give a bloody -about your infatuation with Potter." Her head snapped towards him, glaring.
" You shut your mouth, Malfoy, and I won't ask you about your whore filled summer nights," she snapped. He smiled; he had succeeded in firing her up.
" Well, alright. But it was quite exciting, mind you. The house was never quiet," he smirked. Hermione looked at him, disgust spreading across her features. But then she turned away, deciding to ignore him.
" Aww, Granger.. You're not hurt are you? I'm sure I can make time for you at Hogwarts." Her head snapped in his direction again. She glared knives at him; he had to admit, she looked pretty good when she was angry. But he dismissed that thought right away.
" You prick. Just leave me alone, don't talk to me, don't even look at me," she said to him. Draco just smirked at her, but did as she said. He was quiet tired, and it wouldn't hurt to take a nap. So he changed his position and lay down on the soft cushions. He stared up at the ceiling, and shut his eyes. His body praised him, as he felt his body relaxing. But it was kind of hard, trying to fall asleep when the girl who had plagued his dreams every single bloody night over the summer was in the same room. But he did, eventually, as his tiredness invaded his body.
Hermione looked at the young boy's sleeping form. She had a deep disgust inside for him, but she had to admit, he looked. She couldn't even believe she was thinking this, but she had to admit it, one way or another. She wasn't keen on lying to herself, let alone trying to deny what she really thought. He looked handsome, godlike, if possible. He even looked peaceful, just sleeping. If only Malfoy wasn't such a brat, then he would be pretty decent. Hermione might've even liked him, she thought. But as she just continued to look at him, her eyes began to trail down. He was lean and lanky, muscular, she guessed, because he had been playing quidditch over the summer. She understood why Lavender thought he was hot, but Hermione couldn't see herself falling for him. Maybe if he was a bit more nicer, then there would be hope for the boy.
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Draco woke up, and rubbed his eyes. He sat up, and remembered Hermione was here. He looked at her; she was reading a book. He smiled; when was she never reading a book? But somehow, he admired that, in a blasted crazy way. At least she wasn't obsessing over her looks or her clothes, or that bloody wizard's make up. He yawned and got up, looking out the window; they were to be arriving at Hogwarts soon. He looked at her, and he could swear he almost felt his heart skip a beat. She was biting her lip, absorbed in her book.
" You'd better change into your robes, " he said to her. She looked up at him, no expression on her face. " We're to be arriving soon, and I'm going to go change in the bathroom. You can change here, if you like. Don't worry, I'll knock before I come in." Hermione looked at him, trying to figure out if he was serious, or if he was going to open the door without knocking, to humiliate her. But as she searched his expression, she knew he wasn't kidding. There wasn't even that evil smirk on his face. She put down her book and nodded, and he left, shutting the door behind him.
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Draco made his way down the corridor, going in the direction of the bathroom. The brown haired girl was still on his mind, but he tried blocking it out, thinking about how this year was going to go. This was going to be his last year; and he didn't want it to disappoint. He knocked on the bathroom door; nor reply. So he went in, and changed into his robes.
After changing, he slowly made his way to the Prefect compartment. He reached their door, and he knocked, loudly. No answer. He knocked again.
"Granger? You finished in there yet?" he asked. " Yes," he heard her answer. He opened the door, and she was sitting down, in her Gryfindor robes, her Prefect badge shining. And, surprise surprise, she was reading. He sighed as he went in, and closed the door. He had forgotten to put on his badge.
" Reading again, Granger? You know, addiction to reading isn't necessarily healthy," he said, sitting down. She put down her book and glared at him.
" I'm not addicted, Malfoy."
" Oh yeah?" He said, searching in his bag. He got out his Prefect badge. He looked at her, his eyebrow raised, as if to challenge her. " Then try not reading for the rest of the way." She looked at him, then glared.
"Fine," she snapped, and closed it, then put her book beside her. Draco smirked and tried to open the pin on the badge.
" You need help, Malfoy?" she asked, looking over at him, seeing his trouble with the simple badge.
" No," he said. But then the badge snapped open, and the needle pierced into his skin. " Damn!" he said, taking his finger away. He looked at it, and saw dark blood seeping through the wound.
" Are you alright?" Hermione asked. But then she saw the blood on his finger. " Oh," she said.
Draco wiped the blood on his robes, and put the badge on, without difficulty this time. He glared at his finger, and Hermione thought he almost looked adorable. " Blasted badge," he snarled. Hermione smiled, seeing the look on his face. His head snapped in her direction.
" Would you mind telling me what's so funny, Granger?" he asked, sarcastically. His full attention was on her now, and she just smiled at him. Draco remembered that smile, from months ago. No matter how much he tried to erase it from his mind, try to forget it, it was burned in his mind.
" Whoever said I was laughing, Malfoy?" she said. Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but they had noticed the train had stopped. Hermione rushed to the window, and say that they had definitely stopped. She smiled, excited, and looked at Malfoy. He was just looking at her, trying to figure out why she was so excited each year. Hogwarts wasn't such a great place. She turned to walk out the room, then she stopped. She looked back, at Draco. Draco raised his eyebrows, eager to hear what the pretty girl had to say.
" See you later, Malfoy," she said, then walked out. Malfoy smiled, a real smile, as he looked out the open door. He shook his head, as he got up and grabbed his bag. Hermione was a strange girl, she was. But he couldn't help but feel that strange-ness appeal to him, bringing him closer. Although he resisted it, he found himself in a trance sometimes. He chuckled, lightly, as he walked out, the odd brown haired girl still on his mind.
By tearsofher
Disclaimer: don't own characters, only the plot.
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The Train
Draco made his way through the train, glaring at the students that brushed up against him. There was a prefect compartment, somewhere along here. Draco was pleased when he had been appointed Prefect, receiving a letter from the school with his badge. At least, with his own room, he would finally get privacy and he would be able to get some sleep without the loud snores of his fellow slytherins. Finally he reached the compartment, and he slid the door open, and walked inside. He smirked; it was big, and the seats were very comfortable. He was going to enjoy the train ride there, instead of being in the poor, lousy compartments that the other students had to sit in. He sat down, and turned so that he looked out the window. The other Prefect ought to be coming soon, and he hoped he wasn't going to be stuck with an idiot or a delusional hormonal girl. He just wanted silence, and he definitely wouldn't have that if some idiot tried to talk him up, or the pathetic girl tried to flirt with him. He would have enough of little pricks like that at Hogwarts, and he needed rest before he got there. Suddenly he heard talking outside the compartment; three voices. Two boys and one girl. He looked at the door, expecting it to open, so he could see who the other Prefect was. Then he heard laughing, and somehow he recognized that laugh. Just then the compartment door opened, and he almost didn't recognize the girl, but he know who she was. Oh, he knew who she was.
She had long wavy hair, a creamy and fair face, sparkling brown eyes. The girl was wearing a light yellow shirt, and dark jeans. Draco knew those eyes too well to forget them, even if Granger had grown quite much over the summer. And he had to say, quite well. She saw Draco, and he saw her eyes darken, but she smiled at him faintly. She closed the compartment door and walked inside, and took a seat facing Draco, on the opposite side. Draco smirked; this wasn't going to be so bad. He leaned back, smirking at her. He could see her eyes watch him carefully, cautiously. Hermione knew how much Draco Malfoy hated her, and she knew he had to have some tricks up his sleeve. She had to admit, she was shocked when she had seen him in here, although she shouldn't have been. She knew perfectly well that he had the second best grades in Hogwarts, her being in first. Hermione disliked Draco Malfoy, but had to respect that he was hard working and smart. Even if he was a stuck up twit. She shifted around nervously, looking away, avoiding his gaze. Draco crossed his arms, as the smirk got bigger; this was going to be fun.
" So, mudblood, how was your summer? Quite boring? Well, that was expected, now wasn't it? I mean, all you did was study, study, and talk to books who couldn't give a bloody -about your infatuation with Potter." Her head snapped towards him, glaring.
" You shut your mouth, Malfoy, and I won't ask you about your whore filled summer nights," she snapped. He smiled; he had succeeded in firing her up.
" Well, alright. But it was quite exciting, mind you. The house was never quiet," he smirked. Hermione looked at him, disgust spreading across her features. But then she turned away, deciding to ignore him.
" Aww, Granger.. You're not hurt are you? I'm sure I can make time for you at Hogwarts." Her head snapped in his direction again. She glared knives at him; he had to admit, she looked pretty good when she was angry. But he dismissed that thought right away.
" You prick. Just leave me alone, don't talk to me, don't even look at me," she said to him. Draco just smirked at her, but did as she said. He was quiet tired, and it wouldn't hurt to take a nap. So he changed his position and lay down on the soft cushions. He stared up at the ceiling, and shut his eyes. His body praised him, as he felt his body relaxing. But it was kind of hard, trying to fall asleep when the girl who had plagued his dreams every single bloody night over the summer was in the same room. But he did, eventually, as his tiredness invaded his body.
Hermione looked at the young boy's sleeping form. She had a deep disgust inside for him, but she had to admit, he looked. She couldn't even believe she was thinking this, but she had to admit it, one way or another. She wasn't keen on lying to herself, let alone trying to deny what she really thought. He looked handsome, godlike, if possible. He even looked peaceful, just sleeping. If only Malfoy wasn't such a brat, then he would be pretty decent. Hermione might've even liked him, she thought. But as she just continued to look at him, her eyes began to trail down. He was lean and lanky, muscular, she guessed, because he had been playing quidditch over the summer. She understood why Lavender thought he was hot, but Hermione couldn't see herself falling for him. Maybe if he was a bit more nicer, then there would be hope for the boy.
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Draco woke up, and rubbed his eyes. He sat up, and remembered Hermione was here. He looked at her; she was reading a book. He smiled; when was she never reading a book? But somehow, he admired that, in a blasted crazy way. At least she wasn't obsessing over her looks or her clothes, or that bloody wizard's make up. He yawned and got up, looking out the window; they were to be arriving at Hogwarts soon. He looked at her, and he could swear he almost felt his heart skip a beat. She was biting her lip, absorbed in her book.
" You'd better change into your robes, " he said to her. She looked up at him, no expression on her face. " We're to be arriving soon, and I'm going to go change in the bathroom. You can change here, if you like. Don't worry, I'll knock before I come in." Hermione looked at him, trying to figure out if he was serious, or if he was going to open the door without knocking, to humiliate her. But as she searched his expression, she knew he wasn't kidding. There wasn't even that evil smirk on his face. She put down her book and nodded, and he left, shutting the door behind him.
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Draco made his way down the corridor, going in the direction of the bathroom. The brown haired girl was still on his mind, but he tried blocking it out, thinking about how this year was going to go. This was going to be his last year; and he didn't want it to disappoint. He knocked on the bathroom door; nor reply. So he went in, and changed into his robes.
After changing, he slowly made his way to the Prefect compartment. He reached their door, and he knocked, loudly. No answer. He knocked again.
"Granger? You finished in there yet?" he asked. " Yes," he heard her answer. He opened the door, and she was sitting down, in her Gryfindor robes, her Prefect badge shining. And, surprise surprise, she was reading. He sighed as he went in, and closed the door. He had forgotten to put on his badge.
" Reading again, Granger? You know, addiction to reading isn't necessarily healthy," he said, sitting down. She put down her book and glared at him.
" I'm not addicted, Malfoy."
" Oh yeah?" He said, searching in his bag. He got out his Prefect badge. He looked at her, his eyebrow raised, as if to challenge her. " Then try not reading for the rest of the way." She looked at him, then glared.
"Fine," she snapped, and closed it, then put her book beside her. Draco smirked and tried to open the pin on the badge.
" You need help, Malfoy?" she asked, looking over at him, seeing his trouble with the simple badge.
" No," he said. But then the badge snapped open, and the needle pierced into his skin. " Damn!" he said, taking his finger away. He looked at it, and saw dark blood seeping through the wound.
" Are you alright?" Hermione asked. But then she saw the blood on his finger. " Oh," she said.
Draco wiped the blood on his robes, and put the badge on, without difficulty this time. He glared at his finger, and Hermione thought he almost looked adorable. " Blasted badge," he snarled. Hermione smiled, seeing the look on his face. His head snapped in her direction.
" Would you mind telling me what's so funny, Granger?" he asked, sarcastically. His full attention was on her now, and she just smiled at him. Draco remembered that smile, from months ago. No matter how much he tried to erase it from his mind, try to forget it, it was burned in his mind.
" Whoever said I was laughing, Malfoy?" she said. Malfoy opened his mouth to reply, but they had noticed the train had stopped. Hermione rushed to the window, and say that they had definitely stopped. She smiled, excited, and looked at Malfoy. He was just looking at her, trying to figure out why she was so excited each year. Hogwarts wasn't such a great place. She turned to walk out the room, then she stopped. She looked back, at Draco. Draco raised his eyebrows, eager to hear what the pretty girl had to say.
" See you later, Malfoy," she said, then walked out. Malfoy smiled, a real smile, as he looked out the open door. He shook his head, as he got up and grabbed his bag. Hermione was a strange girl, she was. But he couldn't help but feel that strange-ness appeal to him, bringing him closer. Although he resisted it, he found himself in a trance sometimes. He chuckled, lightly, as he walked out, the odd brown haired girl still on his mind.