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Early next morning they threw all their trunks in the magically enlarged
car and made their way to the platform 9 3/4. Hermione saw her friends to
their own compartment before making her way to the Head Boy/Girl's
compartment. There was no one there, so she took a seat to wait for the
head boy to arrive. She decided to read ahead and began to pull out a book
when the compartment door slid open. Hermione stifled a gasp, because
standing in the doorway was none other than that ferret boy, Draco Malfoy.
Hermione could tell that Draco could not recognize her, so she decided to have some fun. Draco looked at this girl staring at him, "wow, she is really...hot," he thought. He walked over to this stranger and said, in a real smooth voice, "Hey I'm Draco, and you are?" the girl simply giggled and said, in a flirty manner, "Well, then I guess I'm Hermione." This made Malfoy nearly fall to the ground.
This could not be Hermione; she was a squirrel, a filthy mud-blood, not some sexy girl mocking his pick-up line. "GRANGER?!?" He practically yelled. Hermione only smiled. "Oh, if only Ron and Harry could have seen his face!" she thought. By this time, Draco had regained his composure enough to spit out coldly, "Well I should have known it was you, Granger. Dumbledore must have felt sorry for you, what you being a mud-blood and all."
This last comment really ticked off Hermione, and before Draco knew what had happened she slapped, a little too hard perhaps as he was knocked to the ground. Hermione didn't care, for all she cared the filthy git deserved it. And with that she stormed out of the compartment.
For a while after Hermione had left, Draco remained there, seated on the ground, and thought. Had that really been Granger? The girl he had loathed for six whole years had changed. Her normally frizzy blonde hair was straight, and it wasn't even blonde, it was black. And her clothes were a bit more inviting too. Last time he had checked, Gra—Hermione had no cleavage. Now she was, well, sexy. "What are you thinking Malfoy? This is Granger you are talking about!" he thought, and pushed the thought of his mind, for the time. Just then McGonagall walked in.
"Where's Granger, Malfoy?" she demanded.
"She is not here Professor, but I can go find her."
"Yes, please do, I have to tell you bout the rules of being head students."
So Draco left to go find... not the old Hermione, but the new one. He decided that his best bet would be that she had gone to visit Potty and Weasel. Which was exactly where she was.
Hermione was furious, that boy! He'd never changed would he? She needed to calm down, plus she wanted to see her old friends. When she entered the compartment she was greeted by Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Neville, Lavender, and a large pile of candies. Chocolate frogs, Berty Botts Every Flavor Beans, Fizzing Whisbees, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, Pumpkin Pasties, and Levitating Sherbert Balls, and their wrappers were scattered about. Great peels of laughter had just started when she entered, and it continued until Ron noticed the head girl standing there.
"Hermione! So glad you could join us! We were just talking about you. We were discussing how funny it would be if that ferret boy, Malfoy were Head boy!" At that everyone burst out laughing. All Hermione could do was glower. Ron stopped laughing.
"He's not the Head Boy, right Hermione? Hermione?"
Slowly the laughter died down and everyone was staring at the very disheveled girl. No one knew what to say. Hermione hated Malfoy most of all, after all he had been calling her a mud-blood for six years. She had every right to hate him. Hermione regained composure enough to say "Yes Ron, He's Head boy."
"Did somebody call?" Came a slow drawl from the door.
Everyone turned to see Malfoy, a smug look on his face, and a shiny Head Boy pin on his shirt.
"Did you miss me Potty? I knew you guys would be talking about me, Potty would be talking about my good looks, and well the Weasels would be talking about my money." That's when Ron lost it. He would have hit Draco if it had not been for the large pile of candies in his way. Hermione was able to spit out "What...do... you want... Malfoy?"
"Not me Granger, McGonagall. She needs us. And as much as I would love to talk to the needy, I just don't have the time. Are you coming Granger?" Hermione gave her friends a sad look and followed Draco out of the compartment.
Once they were out of the compartment Hermione turned to Draco. "Mal—Draco, I have a proposition to make. Since we are going to be seeing a lot of each other this year, what do you say we try and be civil?"
Draco wasn't sure what he was hearing. Did she call him Draco, and did she want to be civil to him? How did he know she was being serious? He had to test her.
"Okay Granger. I'll be civil if you kiss me."
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Hermione could tell that Draco could not recognize her, so she decided to have some fun. Draco looked at this girl staring at him, "wow, she is really...hot," he thought. He walked over to this stranger and said, in a real smooth voice, "Hey I'm Draco, and you are?" the girl simply giggled and said, in a flirty manner, "Well, then I guess I'm Hermione." This made Malfoy nearly fall to the ground.
This could not be Hermione; she was a squirrel, a filthy mud-blood, not some sexy girl mocking his pick-up line. "GRANGER?!?" He practically yelled. Hermione only smiled. "Oh, if only Ron and Harry could have seen his face!" she thought. By this time, Draco had regained his composure enough to spit out coldly, "Well I should have known it was you, Granger. Dumbledore must have felt sorry for you, what you being a mud-blood and all."
This last comment really ticked off Hermione, and before Draco knew what had happened she slapped, a little too hard perhaps as he was knocked to the ground. Hermione didn't care, for all she cared the filthy git deserved it. And with that she stormed out of the compartment.
For a while after Hermione had left, Draco remained there, seated on the ground, and thought. Had that really been Granger? The girl he had loathed for six whole years had changed. Her normally frizzy blonde hair was straight, and it wasn't even blonde, it was black. And her clothes were a bit more inviting too. Last time he had checked, Gra—Hermione had no cleavage. Now she was, well, sexy. "What are you thinking Malfoy? This is Granger you are talking about!" he thought, and pushed the thought of his mind, for the time. Just then McGonagall walked in.
"Where's Granger, Malfoy?" she demanded.
"She is not here Professor, but I can go find her."
"Yes, please do, I have to tell you bout the rules of being head students."
So Draco left to go find... not the old Hermione, but the new one. He decided that his best bet would be that she had gone to visit Potty and Weasel. Which was exactly where she was.
Hermione was furious, that boy! He'd never changed would he? She needed to calm down, plus she wanted to see her old friends. When she entered the compartment she was greeted by Harry, Ron, Ginny, Dean, Neville, Lavender, and a large pile of candies. Chocolate frogs, Berty Botts Every Flavor Beans, Fizzing Whisbees, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, Pumpkin Pasties, and Levitating Sherbert Balls, and their wrappers were scattered about. Great peels of laughter had just started when she entered, and it continued until Ron noticed the head girl standing there.
"Hermione! So glad you could join us! We were just talking about you. We were discussing how funny it would be if that ferret boy, Malfoy were Head boy!" At that everyone burst out laughing. All Hermione could do was glower. Ron stopped laughing.
"He's not the Head Boy, right Hermione? Hermione?"
Slowly the laughter died down and everyone was staring at the very disheveled girl. No one knew what to say. Hermione hated Malfoy most of all, after all he had been calling her a mud-blood for six years. She had every right to hate him. Hermione regained composure enough to say "Yes Ron, He's Head boy."
"Did somebody call?" Came a slow drawl from the door.
Everyone turned to see Malfoy, a smug look on his face, and a shiny Head Boy pin on his shirt.
"Did you miss me Potty? I knew you guys would be talking about me, Potty would be talking about my good looks, and well the Weasels would be talking about my money." That's when Ron lost it. He would have hit Draco if it had not been for the large pile of candies in his way. Hermione was able to spit out "What...do... you want... Malfoy?"
"Not me Granger, McGonagall. She needs us. And as much as I would love to talk to the needy, I just don't have the time. Are you coming Granger?" Hermione gave her friends a sad look and followed Draco out of the compartment.
Once they were out of the compartment Hermione turned to Draco. "Mal—Draco, I have a proposition to make. Since we are going to be seeing a lot of each other this year, what do you say we try and be civil?"
Draco wasn't sure what he was hearing. Did she call him Draco, and did she want to be civil to him? How did he know she was being serious? He had to test her.
"Okay Granger. I'll be civil if you kiss me."
Thanks to all the people who reviewed my story:
cloudyhead6: here's your new chapter! Kuwabaralover: I'm glad you like it, keep on giving me input... this is my first fanfic! Sahariah: Well if you enjoy it tell your friends! LOL daniel-radcliffes-girl: well I hope I hope its good for you too. Nudge nudge, wink,wink!