Chapter One
"Look Malfoy... I heard what happened to you over the summer, and I'm sorry for your loss- -es, but I just don't want to talk to you... Ever. I can't believe we're both the Heads... This year is going to be hell..." Hermione said to me, right as she stepped her slender body into the Head Cabin. Even though I shouldn't have cared, and actually should have been grateful, what she said hurt.
"Granger... Ouch. I'm shocked that you would act like that... Even to me..." I replied smartly.
"Gosh... I'm sorry. I didn't have a very good summer... But I guess nothing can top yours, even though you are a pompous ass."
"You probably don't even know why my parents died. Probably just think they died while on vacation, like the Daily Prophet said, but it isn't," I informed her, half hoping she'd ask what I meant.
"Well, I don't feel like talking about all of this death right now, plus I have to go see Harry and Ron. Bye," she said quickly exiting the compartment and sliding the door shut. The first meeting between us was great... Now I only have the whole year to look forward to with her, which will be hell if she keeps up this attitude...
"Why do I have such horrible luck with women?" I asked myself as I slammed my head into the window glass. "Damn! That hurt! Maybe instead of such amazingly good looks I could get some common sense in this thick skull of mine..."
I started to daydream about what my life could've been like, had my mother not died after my father. No more of her worrying that he'd come home in pieces from the Ministry, or fearing that Voldemort or another Death Eater would turn on him... But my thoughts were interrupted as I heard the click of the door shutting in the compartment. I looked up groggily to see Pansy Parkinson just as she sat down next to me.
"Drakie... I'm so sorry about your parents... Are you okay?" she asked in her annoying voice. I chose not to answer her. "Draco? You know, you can't hide from me forever... You have to talk to me eventually... I am your girlfriend, you know..."
"Yeah... I know... But..." I started.
"But what?" she pried.
"It's nothing..." I lied.
"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just sit here with you until you want to talk about it..."
"I'm not going to talk about it," I said, and added silently, "at least not to you."
"Well, fine then. Don't talk. I'm going to go make fun of Granger. She just got here and so did Potter and Weasley. They're over due for... something," Pansy said, sliding the compartment door open and exiting the cabin.
"Dumb ass," I say quietly. "She was here before you were." I look out the window as the train moves through the vast hilly land, and drift into a state of subconscious sleep, dreaming of Hermione...
"Look Malfoy... I heard what happened to you over the summer, and I'm sorry for your loss- -es, but I just don't want to talk to you... Ever. I can't believe we're both the Heads... This year is going to be hell..." Hermione said to me, right as she stepped her slender body into the Head Cabin. Even though I shouldn't have cared, and actually should have been grateful, what she said hurt.
"Granger... Ouch. I'm shocked that you would act like that... Even to me..." I replied smartly.
"Gosh... I'm sorry. I didn't have a very good summer... But I guess nothing can top yours, even though you are a pompous ass."
"You probably don't even know why my parents died. Probably just think they died while on vacation, like the Daily Prophet said, but it isn't," I informed her, half hoping she'd ask what I meant.
"Well, I don't feel like talking about all of this death right now, plus I have to go see Harry and Ron. Bye," she said quickly exiting the compartment and sliding the door shut. The first meeting between us was great... Now I only have the whole year to look forward to with her, which will be hell if she keeps up this attitude...
"Why do I have such horrible luck with women?" I asked myself as I slammed my head into the window glass. "Damn! That hurt! Maybe instead of such amazingly good looks I could get some common sense in this thick skull of mine..."
I started to daydream about what my life could've been like, had my mother not died after my father. No more of her worrying that he'd come home in pieces from the Ministry, or fearing that Voldemort or another Death Eater would turn on him... But my thoughts were interrupted as I heard the click of the door shutting in the compartment. I looked up groggily to see Pansy Parkinson just as she sat down next to me.
"Drakie... I'm so sorry about your parents... Are you okay?" she asked in her annoying voice. I chose not to answer her. "Draco? You know, you can't hide from me forever... You have to talk to me eventually... I am your girlfriend, you know..."
"Yeah... I know... But..." I started.
"But what?" she pried.
"It's nothing..." I lied.
"Fine. Don't tell me. I'll just sit here with you until you want to talk about it..."
"I'm not going to talk about it," I said, and added silently, "at least not to you."
"Well, fine then. Don't talk. I'm going to go make fun of Granger. She just got here and so did Potter and Weasley. They're over due for... something," Pansy said, sliding the compartment door open and exiting the cabin.
"Dumb ass," I say quietly. "She was here before you were." I look out the window as the train moves through the vast hilly land, and drift into a state of subconscious sleep, dreaming of Hermione...