Hey. I know last chapter was really short, but I didn't know it would look that short on Fanfic.com. I'll try to make it longer.
Disclaimer: Okay. This whole story isn't JK's. Okay. Rephrase. I don't own the HP characters. No crap. For this whole story. Now that means I don't have to write in the other chapters, right? I'll find out soon enough. Lol. More story.
Chapter Two: Confusing Looks
"Uhhh…" Draco's mouth just fell open. Yes, he knew he looked sort of dumb, but he was trying to figure out what to say. He had promised himself this summer that this year, he was going to be nice so then maybe his father would think he's too soft to go Dark. There was no way Draco was becoming a death eater. Especially in his sixth year. And plus, Granger didn't do anything to actually hurt him. And she looked cute just laying there in her white blouse and jeans.
"Maybe I should call her Hermione.." Draco said out loud, more to himself than anyone. But, just to his luck, she heard.
"What?" Hermione's eyebrows shot right into her hair. Draco looked at her in shock. He didn't know she heard him.
"Sorry." Draco said quickly, and ran off in the opposite direction.
What was he on about? Hermione thought to herself as she trudged into an empty compartment nearby. I know I heard him saying something about calling me Hermione, unless I'm going deaf and hearing things, now. I'm sure he said that. Why would he say that? Did he know he could ruin his reputation of being a stuck-up smartass by saying that kind of stuff? Hermione pondered about this for a little bit, until she noticed that she should be heading back to her compartment to change into her school robes.
Draco practically fell into his compartment from speed walking up the corridor. Crabbe and Goyle were still sitting there with the exact same faces on that they had when he left the compartment almost an hour ago. Goyle started to speak to Draco, but Draco quickly said something about homework and took a book from out of his trunk over hi head. He then exited to go find an empty compartment. He found one and closed the door so as he could have some privacy. He started to talk to himself. I know Hermione must be freaked out since I didn't throw a nasty remark out in the air, back there. Then again, some part of me actually didn't want to say something rude to her. He had been the one to call her names and make her life miserable. I can't turn back on my own promise now. She will just have to deal with the change; her and her Gryffindor friends. And the Slytherins, but then again I won't see them as much since I'm a prefect and I get my own dorm and common room. I wonder if Hermione's a prefect, most likely. Draco stopped suddenly and ran to get his robes on as the train began to slow down.
AN: Sorry Draco's paragraph is so much longer than Hermione's, but it comes much more easily to me to write on Draco's POV. Even though I make Draco so OOC. More story later.
-Emy