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Chapter 4
When they stepped into the Heads department, Hermione gasped. The compartment was more lavish then the other ones. Curtains (gold background with silver moons and stars) hung from the high ballroom ceiling, complete with chandelier. The whole room was filled with dazzling light from the floor-length windows.
Even Malfoy looked impressed. Hermione flopped down onto one of the squishy red armchairs and snoozed off. Malfoy sat across from her in a green armchair and stared at her perfect image. With the sunlight falling onto her, she looked like an angel. Her blonde highlighted hair seemed even more perfect. Her flawless face shone in the sunlight. Every breath she took seemed so magical.
"It's rude to stare Malfoy." Hermione mumbled. Malfoy nearly fell off his chair. Hermione chuckled, "You know Malfoy, you're very cute when you're drooling over girls that you'll never get."
At this, Malfoy's face hardened and he gave Hermione an evil look. "Yeah right mudblood. Don't flatter yourself."
Hermione smiled sweetly at him and Malfoy felt his heart leap, "Since we'll be living together for the rest of the year, I think we should call a truce. And call each other by our first name."
"You're serious?" Hermione nodded, "Alright. As long as nobody finds out about this, you're on." Malfoy reached out to shake Hermione's hand and Hermione accepted it. As they shook hands they felt a shock and they looked up into each others eyes.
"Wow," they both thought, "it's like that time I met Mia/Drake." Suddenly the Hogwarts came into view and they both realized that they weren't wearing their robes. They both dashed off into the bathrooms in the compartment to get changed, still feeling that shock.
A/N: Pointless chapter, I know.
When they stepped into the Heads department, Hermione gasped. The compartment was more lavish then the other ones. Curtains (gold background with silver moons and stars) hung from the high ballroom ceiling, complete with chandelier. The whole room was filled with dazzling light from the floor-length windows.
Even Malfoy looked impressed. Hermione flopped down onto one of the squishy red armchairs and snoozed off. Malfoy sat across from her in a green armchair and stared at her perfect image. With the sunlight falling onto her, she looked like an angel. Her blonde highlighted hair seemed even more perfect. Her flawless face shone in the sunlight. Every breath she took seemed so magical.
"It's rude to stare Malfoy." Hermione mumbled. Malfoy nearly fell off his chair. Hermione chuckled, "You know Malfoy, you're very cute when you're drooling over girls that you'll never get."
At this, Malfoy's face hardened and he gave Hermione an evil look. "Yeah right mudblood. Don't flatter yourself."
Hermione smiled sweetly at him and Malfoy felt his heart leap, "Since we'll be living together for the rest of the year, I think we should call a truce. And call each other by our first name."
"You're serious?" Hermione nodded, "Alright. As long as nobody finds out about this, you're on." Malfoy reached out to shake Hermione's hand and Hermione accepted it. As they shook hands they felt a shock and they looked up into each others eyes.
"Wow," they both thought, "it's like that time I met Mia/Drake." Suddenly the Hogwarts came into view and they both realized that they weren't wearing their robes. They both dashed off into the bathrooms in the compartment to get changed, still feeling that shock.
A/N: Pointless chapter, I know.