Chapter 1: The Interesting Train Ride
"Hermione! Get up; you're going to miss the train!"
Hermione groaned and tried to move; she couldn't. She heard her door burst open and her mom storm in.
"Come on, Hermione, I'm not kidding. You need to get up right now!"
Hermione sighed and slowly got out of bed. She dragged herself to her bathroom and took the quickest shower that she had ever taken. Quickly putting on a black spaghetti-strap top and hip-hugger jeans, Hermione dashed on some mascara and eyeliner. That was all she ever put on; she hated how girls obsessed with over-doing their make-up. That just plain out annoyed her.
Quickly, Hermione put a charm on her trunk that made it follow her down the steps from her bedroom.
From then on, she had to carry it. (She couldn't let muggles see her trunk floating in the air behind her, now could she?)
She heaved her trunk into the trunk of the car, not noticing another trunk under hers, and jumped in the front seat.
Slowly Hermione watched her mom come out the front door. Her mom had sleek, straight, brown hair that came down to her waist.
"My mom has no taste what-so-ever in clothes," Hermione thought to herself, as she studied her mom's casual kaki long pants, that made her bottom area look extremely big, and her cream-colored top with an annoying looking collar that made her look horribly nerdy.
"At least no one that I know is around here," she muttered under her breath as her mom sat down beside her.
Hermione looked at her house as they drove away, knowing that she would not see it again until maybe Christmas. The open windows, the happiness, all of the memories she had in that house were some-what good ones and she smiled.
"Whoosh!" Hermione stepped onto Platform 9 and ¾. So anxious to see her friends, Hermione hugged her mom quickly and said "I love you and I'll miss you, I'll write soon! Bye!" Hermione smiled and dashed off before her mom had a chance to say anything.
Dropping her trunk off at the luggage car, Hermione headed for the compartment that she, Harry, Ron, and Ginny always sit in.
Just as she was about to board the train, Malfoy rushed in front of her and smirked. "Pure-bloods always before mud-bloods."
Hermione glared at him angrily as he boarded, taking his time, and going incredibly slow. "Hurry up, Malfoy," she said, becoming impatient.
"I can do what I want," he said, but going a little bit faster.
"Grrrrrrrrrrr......................" Hermione thought angrily, as she tried to push him to one side, so she could get by.
"Where do you think you're going?" Malfoy asked, grabbing her arm and pulling him back in front of her. "Like I said pures before muds."
Hermione wasn't surprised that he was stronger than she was. She sighed angrily and started to tap her foot, focusing on his noticeable features.
He was, though she regretted thinking it, gorgeous. His once sliver-blonde hair that was always slicked back was hanging loosely on his forehead. He was at least 6'2", looking remotely tall from her 5'6". You could tell he worked out often and that Quidditch had finally paid off.
Slowly, he turned around to face her, studying her not-so-bushy-now hair. In fact, it wasn't bushy at all. It was wavier and sent curvy locks of hair cascading down her back. Her face was soft and pale, but becoming angrier every second waiting for him to move. Her chocolate eyes told all of her emotions and he realized by just looking into them that he needed to move.
What? Hold on. Why would he care what she thinks?
Without realizing what he was doing, he stepped aside.
Hermione almost looked taken aback when she saw him deep in thoughts and then move aside. Never and she meant never had she seen him do what she, Harry, or Ron asked her to do.
Not wanting to look suspicious just standing there, Hermione rolled her eyes and walked around him. Why did she care why he moved anyway?
Malfoy watched as Hermione walked off, curly locks flying.
Furiously, he just shook his head and tried to forget what he just did.
"Hey!" Hermione cried, entering the compartment that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were in.
After giving them each a hug, Hermione sat down and everyone began to tell each other what they did over the summer.
Too busy talking, they did not notice Malfoy standing outside their compartment, eyes intent on Hermione.
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"Hermione! Get up; you're going to miss the train!"
Hermione groaned and tried to move; she couldn't. She heard her door burst open and her mom storm in.
"Come on, Hermione, I'm not kidding. You need to get up right now!"
Hermione sighed and slowly got out of bed. She dragged herself to her bathroom and took the quickest shower that she had ever taken. Quickly putting on a black spaghetti-strap top and hip-hugger jeans, Hermione dashed on some mascara and eyeliner. That was all she ever put on; she hated how girls obsessed with over-doing their make-up. That just plain out annoyed her.
Quickly, Hermione put a charm on her trunk that made it follow her down the steps from her bedroom.
From then on, she had to carry it. (She couldn't let muggles see her trunk floating in the air behind her, now could she?)
She heaved her trunk into the trunk of the car, not noticing another trunk under hers, and jumped in the front seat.
Slowly Hermione watched her mom come out the front door. Her mom had sleek, straight, brown hair that came down to her waist.
"My mom has no taste what-so-ever in clothes," Hermione thought to herself, as she studied her mom's casual kaki long pants, that made her bottom area look extremely big, and her cream-colored top with an annoying looking collar that made her look horribly nerdy.
"At least no one that I know is around here," she muttered under her breath as her mom sat down beside her.
Hermione looked at her house as they drove away, knowing that she would not see it again until maybe Christmas. The open windows, the happiness, all of the memories she had in that house were some-what good ones and she smiled.
"Whoosh!" Hermione stepped onto Platform 9 and ¾. So anxious to see her friends, Hermione hugged her mom quickly and said "I love you and I'll miss you, I'll write soon! Bye!" Hermione smiled and dashed off before her mom had a chance to say anything.
Dropping her trunk off at the luggage car, Hermione headed for the compartment that she, Harry, Ron, and Ginny always sit in.
Just as she was about to board the train, Malfoy rushed in front of her and smirked. "Pure-bloods always before mud-bloods."
Hermione glared at him angrily as he boarded, taking his time, and going incredibly slow. "Hurry up, Malfoy," she said, becoming impatient.
"I can do what I want," he said, but going a little bit faster.
"Grrrrrrrrrrr......................" Hermione thought angrily, as she tried to push him to one side, so she could get by.
"Where do you think you're going?" Malfoy asked, grabbing her arm and pulling him back in front of her. "Like I said pures before muds."
Hermione wasn't surprised that he was stronger than she was. She sighed angrily and started to tap her foot, focusing on his noticeable features.
He was, though she regretted thinking it, gorgeous. His once sliver-blonde hair that was always slicked back was hanging loosely on his forehead. He was at least 6'2", looking remotely tall from her 5'6". You could tell he worked out often and that Quidditch had finally paid off.
Slowly, he turned around to face her, studying her not-so-bushy-now hair. In fact, it wasn't bushy at all. It was wavier and sent curvy locks of hair cascading down her back. Her face was soft and pale, but becoming angrier every second waiting for him to move. Her chocolate eyes told all of her emotions and he realized by just looking into them that he needed to move.
What? Hold on. Why would he care what she thinks?
Without realizing what he was doing, he stepped aside.
Hermione almost looked taken aback when she saw him deep in thoughts and then move aside. Never and she meant never had she seen him do what she, Harry, or Ron asked her to do.
Not wanting to look suspicious just standing there, Hermione rolled her eyes and walked around him. Why did she care why he moved anyway?
Malfoy watched as Hermione walked off, curly locks flying.
Furiously, he just shook his head and tried to forget what he just did.
"Hey!" Hermione cried, entering the compartment that Harry, Ron, and Ginny were in.
After giving them each a hug, Hermione sat down and everyone began to tell each other what they did over the summer.
Too busy talking, they did not notice Malfoy standing outside their compartment, eyes intent on Hermione.
Thanx for reading!!! Pleez review! -Angel12345