Chapter 1
"Oh, I'm sorry," Maddy turned her head up and her sparkling blue eyes instantly met the cold blue eyes of the blond man she ran into. "I'm really sorry, Sir." The man looked down at her, raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Watch where you're going" was all he uttered. A boy with the same features as the blond man came down the train.
"Dad," the boy smiled laughingly. He was the younger and the gentler version of the man right in front of her.
"What are you doing back here?" His father turned sternly. "Go back inside," he ordered. The tone was hard and scary. Don't be too hard on the boy; it's his first year! He scolded himself.
The boy's smile wavered, but when he turned to look at Madison, he smiled again and said, "Hi there! Are you a first year?"
"Oh, no, this is my second year at Hogwarts. My name's Madison, and you?"
"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm Drake. I'm a first year student."
"Hello, Drake, I hope you're having a good time. Come on; let's go inside before the train leaves," Maddy suggested.
Drake nodded and asked as they walked off together, "What is Hogwarts like? How did you feel when you first went there?????"
The two disappeared inside the train before the boy's father could scold his son of his lack of coldness and cynicism towards the little stranger. He sighed, reminding himself that his son was not like him and at the same time realizing that he did not like his son to live like he did under his own father's whips.
The train signaled its departure and Drake's father turned to leave when suddenly his eyes caught a familiar figure staring at him a couple of feet away. He narrowed his eyes and frowned. A thousand sensations swept through him and his heart started beating so loud it was deafening.
Time seemed to stop as they both gaped at each other. The rumble of the departing train and the shouts of the people in the platform emitted no sound at all. Their lips flat, eyebrows in a frown, eyes sharp, fists clenching and unclenching… it was as if they were fighting a battle…a silent battle with their eyes or their minds.
"Draco," the very soft whisper of his name came from Hermione's lips and soft as it was, he still heard it and he read it from those pouting lips he had tasted years back. He was fighting the urge to take her into his arms and make love to her right there. He shook his head, intending to shake away the thoughts, which he considered a weakness. 13 years and not one word, and he was still not over her. He thought he was, but he wasn't.
It had been 13 years since their last encounter. After that night, they saw each other no more. 13 years and no communication from her were more than he can bear…but it was his fault not hers…
