Disclaimer: I forgot one the last time so here it goes- I am not Queen Rowling nor do I come close. I do not own the characters (except for Draco, hehe jk)
"Mudblood" was all Draco could say. He had disliked the girl from the minute the Sorting Hat had called "Gryffindor!" their first year, but he hadn't truly hated her since she slapped him in their third year. Even though she had been a mudblood forever.
"Stupid Mudblood and the fucking Boy-Who-Lived deserve each other" Draco thought to himself. He wished he could just hurry up and graduate so he wouldn't have to deal with the mudblood and the all-time mudblood lover of a headmaster who all the Gryffindors seemed to love.
Draco could feel himself get sicker as he saw Potter and the know-it-all Mudblood kiss each other on the platform. All he wanted to do was go over there and hex Potter's ass all the way to the next century and leave Granger on the platform to cry over losing him.
"And why do you looked so amused, Drakie?" an unnaturally high pitched voice asked.
He hadn't even known he was smirking.
"What do you want, Pansy?" Draco asked lazily. He had always regretted ever bedding Pansy. She was clingy and needy, and Draco didn't have time for lovesick girlfriends. He didn't even remember why at one point he had found her so irresistible. Pansy walked up to him and whispered in his ear, "Oh, I didn't want anything Drakie…except you."
Now he remembered.
"Well, we have a long ride ahead of us Pansy" Draco said huskily as he pulled her closer into a hard kiss, and it wasn't long before images of hexing Potter and the pretty Gryffindor were out of his mind.
"Oh Harry, I missed you so much this summer, you have no idea" Hermione said as her and Harry searched the train for Ron.
"Believe me, Hermione, I do." Harry said, still dazed about the kiss he and Hermione had shared on the platform. He hadn't known when he started to care deeply for Hermione, only that he couldn't contain his feelings for her anymore when they were in the bleachers together in the previous year. As soon as Harry let himself smile and reflect on that night, a tall boy with vibrant red hair came running towards them.
"Harry! Hermione! Over here!" Ron yelled as he ran from his compartment towards the couple. He hugged the two so tight that Harry almost fell over, and Hermione was completely winded.
"Uhh…Ron, I think you're killing Hermione. She annoys you sometimes, but I know that I would miss her." Harry said, realizing Hermione's shortness of breath.
"Oh, sorry 'Mione" Ron said, trying to look apologetic, despite the big smile on his face.
"It's quite alright Ron" Hermione said, trying to catch her breath.
"Come on, I saved you guys seats. Ginny's here too." Ron said leading them to the same compartment in the back of the train they had shared so many times before. As soon as Hermione walked in, she couldn't help but feel a little bit of nostalgia. From when Ron tried to turn Scabbers yellow, to when they first saw Professor Lupin, even the train stopping because of dementors held a place in Hermione's heart. And as soon as she saw Ginny, Hermione felt completely happy all over again.
"Oh Ginny!" Hermione squealed as she embraced the young red head. Her and ginny had become good friends in the past years, really ever since they had to share a tent at the Quidditch Finals (Bulgaria vs. Ireland) in Hermione's 4th year.
"Hey Hermione. Oh you look great." Ginny said to her best friend, whom she saw as more of a big sister.
"Oh nonsense, Ginny. Don't say things you don't mean." Hermione said while slightly blushing. She hadn't realized it, but she really had changed. Her hair wasn't nearly as bushy, but more wavy/curly. Especially since she started to add a special muggle hair treatment to it. Her two front teeth were nearly as big as they were, thanks to her parents being dentists and partly her being a witch. Yes she had changed, and for the better.
"Hermione, when will you start to believe the good things people say about you?" Ginny asked, smiling at her friend's blissfully unaware attitude towards her own looks.
"When they start being true. But enough talk about me. How was your summer, Gin?" Hermione asked trying to change the subject. Ginny was aware of this, but she relented.
"Oh it was great, Hermione. I wish you could have been there. Everybody was home for most of the summer, which was nice. Especially since we don't see Charlie, or Bill much." Ginny said with a slight tone of disappointment.
The four friends continued talking about their summers and how they missed each other, with the occasional comfortable silence, in which Harry and Hermione stared lovingly at one another. They all were very happy and oblivious to what was going on in the neighboring compartment.
Hehe does that count as a cliffie? i dunno well please read, review and give advice. I don't mind flames but don't be too harsh this is my first fanfic i know it's going a little slow but never fear tune in next time!!