Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the other characters or
settings in this fanfiction. Unfortunately that also includes Draco
Malfoy...but I own the plot (.
"Bye Hagrid!" Ron shouted while pushing Hermione into the crowd, they had stopped to greet Hagrid but Ron knew they were starting to get in the way of the other students.
"I'll be seein' yer three!" he answered then swung his lantern, "Firs' years, this way!"
Ron continued leading Hermione to the carriage. Harry was already there and seemed to be stroking mid air. A thestral. They all climbed into the carriage and it started off towards the castle.
"How's your wrist 'Mione?" Harry asked.
Hermione rubbed it. It stung even when the slightest bit of pressure was applied to it. "Oh it's fine," she lied, "Harry honestly it's just a tiny bruise."
"That fence was a feisty one, wasn't it?" Ron joked. Hermione was thankful that at least he wasn't taking it too seriously. "And what took you so long to get back to the compartment?"
Hermione looked at her two best friends, should she tell them what really happened? 'Well maybe not the whole thing,' she thought. "Oh, I just had a friendly encounter with Malfoy."
Ron snorted, "I hardly believe that Hermione, what did he do?"
"Nothing, nothing, he was just acting like a useless git like usual," she said trying to sound as convincing as possible, but it felt like her bruise was pounding. She rubbed it again.
Harry watched her fiddle with her sleeve. He knew she was rubbing her wrist again. "Are you sure? He didn't hurt you did he?" he asked.
Hermione stopped rubbing immediately and looked up at Harry. 'He knows,' she thought. "Of course not Harry, you know Malfoy, he's just all talk and no action."
"I dunno 'Mione, that boy has power and he could easily use it," Harry warned. His forehead was creased with concern.
Ron nodded in agreement, "You know Harry's right, Hermione, and Malfoy isn't a very happy bloke especially now after Harry has put his father in Azkaban."
"Exactly," Harry continued, "he's probably plotting revenge right now, trying to find a way to get back at me," he gently took hold of Hermione's bruised wrist in his hand, "and perhaps even find a way to harm people I care about."
Hermione tensed, she was now certain Harry knew what really happened to her wrist.
"With his new reputation I even worry for my sister," Ron added.
"What reputation?" Hermione suddenly grew interested.
"He lures girls in his trap, Hermione, makes them believe he loves them then uses them for some fun and throws them away like garbage," Ron said looking disgusted.
"Ron, I honestly don't think Ginny would fall for that," she assured him.
"I love my sister, but her brain goes to mush when a useless pretty boy gives her the slightest bit of attention," he scowled.
Harry shook his head and smiled at Hermione, "Look," he said, "I just want you to be careful and if he ever gives you trouble again, you tell us."
Hermione looked at her two best friends. They were right; she did need to be more careful with Draco Malfoy. She suddenly left like telling them the truth. She knew she would feel much safer if she did. "Guys...I..." she started.
"What is it 'Mione?" Harry asked leaning forward.
She remembered when Malfoy had tugged her shirt and grabbed her wrist...how she had felt hot, very hot. Was she really just boiling up with anger?
"Oh, um...it's just...guys, you don't have to worry, I would never fall for Malfoy's ridiculous mind games," she said. 'I'll just tell them later,' she thought. She knew he couldn't possibly play mind tricks with her, 'But he has changed over this summer...'
"Bye Hagrid!" Ron shouted while pushing Hermione into the crowd, they had stopped to greet Hagrid but Ron knew they were starting to get in the way of the other students.
"I'll be seein' yer three!" he answered then swung his lantern, "Firs' years, this way!"
Ron continued leading Hermione to the carriage. Harry was already there and seemed to be stroking mid air. A thestral. They all climbed into the carriage and it started off towards the castle.
"How's your wrist 'Mione?" Harry asked.
Hermione rubbed it. It stung even when the slightest bit of pressure was applied to it. "Oh it's fine," she lied, "Harry honestly it's just a tiny bruise."
"That fence was a feisty one, wasn't it?" Ron joked. Hermione was thankful that at least he wasn't taking it too seriously. "And what took you so long to get back to the compartment?"
Hermione looked at her two best friends, should she tell them what really happened? 'Well maybe not the whole thing,' she thought. "Oh, I just had a friendly encounter with Malfoy."
Ron snorted, "I hardly believe that Hermione, what did he do?"
"Nothing, nothing, he was just acting like a useless git like usual," she said trying to sound as convincing as possible, but it felt like her bruise was pounding. She rubbed it again.
Harry watched her fiddle with her sleeve. He knew she was rubbing her wrist again. "Are you sure? He didn't hurt you did he?" he asked.
Hermione stopped rubbing immediately and looked up at Harry. 'He knows,' she thought. "Of course not Harry, you know Malfoy, he's just all talk and no action."
"I dunno 'Mione, that boy has power and he could easily use it," Harry warned. His forehead was creased with concern.
Ron nodded in agreement, "You know Harry's right, Hermione, and Malfoy isn't a very happy bloke especially now after Harry has put his father in Azkaban."
"Exactly," Harry continued, "he's probably plotting revenge right now, trying to find a way to get back at me," he gently took hold of Hermione's bruised wrist in his hand, "and perhaps even find a way to harm people I care about."
Hermione tensed, she was now certain Harry knew what really happened to her wrist.
"With his new reputation I even worry for my sister," Ron added.
"What reputation?" Hermione suddenly grew interested.
"He lures girls in his trap, Hermione, makes them believe he loves them then uses them for some fun and throws them away like garbage," Ron said looking disgusted.
"Ron, I honestly don't think Ginny would fall for that," she assured him.
"I love my sister, but her brain goes to mush when a useless pretty boy gives her the slightest bit of attention," he scowled.
Harry shook his head and smiled at Hermione, "Look," he said, "I just want you to be careful and if he ever gives you trouble again, you tell us."
Hermione looked at her two best friends. They were right; she did need to be more careful with Draco Malfoy. She suddenly left like telling them the truth. She knew she would feel much safer if she did. "Guys...I..." she started.
"What is it 'Mione?" Harry asked leaning forward.
She remembered when Malfoy had tugged her shirt and grabbed her wrist...how she had felt hot, very hot. Was she really just boiling up with anger?
"Oh, um...it's just...guys, you don't have to worry, I would never fall for Malfoy's ridiculous mind games," she said. 'I'll just tell them later,' she thought. She knew he couldn't possibly play mind tricks with her, 'But he has changed over this summer...'