Hermione plopped down on one of the benches within the group's empty
compartment. Ron and Harry pilled in after her and immediately began
talking about Quiditch. She rolled her eyes. As much as she enjoyed
cheering them on from the stands, it got dull talking about the game every
hour of every day.
Eventually the snack cart rolled by, and Hermione bought several low calorie chocolate frogs for herself while Harry bought as many things as he and Ron could devour. During this slight intermission Hermione tried to change the subject to something more interesting, such as their new classes; but was thwarted when Harry mentioned the improvements he'd made to his broom for the upcoming year.
Her mind began to wander as she paid less and less attention to the boy's chatter. She smiled dreamily out the window as she pictured a man walk across the dance floor to her. His face was shadowed as he reached out for her hand. Blushingly she took it; then was swept across the ballroom floor. He was the same man that haunted her dreams, she could never figure out exactly who he was. He was incredibly familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on who hid behind the shadows. They twirled around and around, while romantic music played magically above their heads. Her dream normally ended here, but Harry and Ron's persistent dull conversation tired her enough to keep dreaming. The man before her tilted his head down towards her; she smiled up at him expecting a kiss. Their faces grew closer, and just before his lips meet hers, his face withdrew from the shadows.
Hermione screamed, jumped, and feel flat on the floor of their compartment. She looked up from her current position on the ground to find both Harry and Ron staring at her baffled.
"Mione are you ok?" Ron asked panicked.
"What happened?" Harry asked offering her a hand.
Hermione opened her mouth to answer then looked up at both of them. How can I tell them that the person I've been daydreaming about is, is...Her thoughts were interrupted by someone taping on the window to the compartment.
"Miss Granger? You have a Head's meeting in the front compartment immediately." Ms. McGonagall's voice said through the door.
"Uh, yes mam, be right there." Hermione replied standing up, "I have to go I'll see you guys later." She walked out of the compartment into the hall thanking her lucky stars for the diversion of telling Ron and Harry why she had fallen to the floor with a shout.
Hermione made her way forward, it was quite a ways to the front compartment, because their compartment was nearly the last on the train. As she neared she heard a compartment door slide open just behind her, but thought little of it. She reached for the door to the front compartment when the lights flicked and the train lurched. Hermione lost her balance and stumbled backwards. She felts someone catch her before she banged into the wall. Steady hands held her shoulders as the train settled back and the light began slowly to turn on.
Hermione stood for a moment with eyes closed. She felt so safe with this persons support. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and heard him whisper into her ear, "Are you ok?" She breathed in deeply; it was the voice of the man, the one from her dreams! Then suddenly the lights in her head turned on.
"Malfoy??" She cried, and leapt to the other side of the hallway.
"Granger??" he cried incredulously. He hadn't realized it was her he had saved from falling.
They both stood there in awkward silence for a moment before Draco quickly regain his composure and said, "Great, now I'll have to burn these robes too. There's no other way to ride it of muddblood filth." "Apparently you can't teach a stupid ferret new insults." With that she continued on her way towards the front most compartment. Much to her displeasure he followed her. She opened the door and walked in, pushed aside by Draco. Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledor were waiting for them to arrive. "Ah, glad you two could join us." Dumbledor said smiling kindly.
Eventually the snack cart rolled by, and Hermione bought several low calorie chocolate frogs for herself while Harry bought as many things as he and Ron could devour. During this slight intermission Hermione tried to change the subject to something more interesting, such as their new classes; but was thwarted when Harry mentioned the improvements he'd made to his broom for the upcoming year.
Her mind began to wander as she paid less and less attention to the boy's chatter. She smiled dreamily out the window as she pictured a man walk across the dance floor to her. His face was shadowed as he reached out for her hand. Blushingly she took it; then was swept across the ballroom floor. He was the same man that haunted her dreams, she could never figure out exactly who he was. He was incredibly familiar but she just couldn't put her finger on who hid behind the shadows. They twirled around and around, while romantic music played magically above their heads. Her dream normally ended here, but Harry and Ron's persistent dull conversation tired her enough to keep dreaming. The man before her tilted his head down towards her; she smiled up at him expecting a kiss. Their faces grew closer, and just before his lips meet hers, his face withdrew from the shadows.
Hermione screamed, jumped, and feel flat on the floor of their compartment. She looked up from her current position on the ground to find both Harry and Ron staring at her baffled.
"Mione are you ok?" Ron asked panicked.
"What happened?" Harry asked offering her a hand.
Hermione opened her mouth to answer then looked up at both of them. How can I tell them that the person I've been daydreaming about is, is...Her thoughts were interrupted by someone taping on the window to the compartment.
"Miss Granger? You have a Head's meeting in the front compartment immediately." Ms. McGonagall's voice said through the door.
"Uh, yes mam, be right there." Hermione replied standing up, "I have to go I'll see you guys later." She walked out of the compartment into the hall thanking her lucky stars for the diversion of telling Ron and Harry why she had fallen to the floor with a shout.
Hermione made her way forward, it was quite a ways to the front compartment, because their compartment was nearly the last on the train. As she neared she heard a compartment door slide open just behind her, but thought little of it. She reached for the door to the front compartment when the lights flicked and the train lurched. Hermione lost her balance and stumbled backwards. She felts someone catch her before she banged into the wall. Steady hands held her shoulders as the train settled back and the light began slowly to turn on.
Hermione stood for a moment with eyes closed. She felt so safe with this persons support. She felt his warm breath on her neck, and heard him whisper into her ear, "Are you ok?" She breathed in deeply; it was the voice of the man, the one from her dreams! Then suddenly the lights in her head turned on.
"Malfoy??" She cried, and leapt to the other side of the hallway.
"Granger??" he cried incredulously. He hadn't realized it was her he had saved from falling.
They both stood there in awkward silence for a moment before Draco quickly regain his composure and said, "Great, now I'll have to burn these robes too. There's no other way to ride it of muddblood filth." "Apparently you can't teach a stupid ferret new insults." With that she continued on her way towards the front most compartment. Much to her displeasure he followed her. She opened the door and walked in, pushed aside by Draco. Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledor were waiting for them to arrive. "Ah, glad you two could join us." Dumbledor said smiling kindly.