An: Okies, Thank you so much to my four reviewers. You guys have cheered me up awfully lot and I shall continue this story. I am thinking of a weekly update and an extra update for next week. Well, here's chapter two. I didn't want you guys to wait too long. I could've made it longer but you know, school and all. I know it's not the most interesting chapter and I apologize but you know it's a build up. I don't want to rush my story (I've seen that happen a lot). So yea. Please read and review. Excuse all the grammatical ad spelling mistakes. BETA needed still.

Misfit- Chapter Two

As Hermione approached Hogsmeade, she had already been greeted by a few of her fellow Gryffindors who had just arrived back from their Christmas holidays. Being in the shy mood she is in, Hermione, reluctantly exchanged a few quick words with them before heading into the station. It wasn't that she was intentionally rude or disliked them in any way; it was just that she, herself, was ever reluctant to go into station. Ron was back.

Surely, Hermione's had the best Christmas Holidays imagined, however seeing Ron again was just something different. She was still afraid of facing him, not because he had broken up with her but it is purely because of her fear for the unknown. Just exactly how would she act? Hermione didn't want to seem weak in front of anyone, not after she had survived the ordeal with her parents. She couldn't just break down over something as ridiculous as this, after all, when her parents died, Hermione survived, physically and emotionally when never thought possible. She was going to be strong.

When she arrived at the station, Hermione frowned at the sight of most of the Hogwarts Students except for Harry, Ron and Ginny. They were really taking their time. Hermione sighed as she retreated towards a pole, so she does not obstruct any passerby's way.

A few minutes after, there was still no sign of them. Now Hermione is beginning to sense boredom as her eyes lingered around the station. Her eyes stopped at a group of seventh year Slytherins. There, stood Malfoy, his blonde hair, which stood out in such a distinctive manner that it was impossible for anyone to not recognize him. Hermione's eyes lingered a bit until she found who she was looking for. There, close to Malfoy stood Blaise, Raven hair, just as tall as Malfoy, his lips curved upwards in a pleasant manner as he listened attentively to other Slytherins.

He seemed so perfect, so happy as if nothing is wrong. Hermione had always wondered how people could act so strong in front of others…more importantly, why. Why was it that people had thought of her as a brave courageous Gryffindor, smart bookworm who had one of the most idolized lives, with Harry Potter when all she sees in herself is just plain old Hermione? Some things just didn't make sense to Hermione and that irritated her.

Hermione's thoughts were abruptly disturb when Harry, Ginny and Ron greeted her. Startled slightly by the sound of her name, she looked around to find the three Gryffindors she had been waiting for all this time.

"Hey Hermione" Ginny said, as she was the first to approach her.

Hermione smiled before greeting the little redhead. Hermione had the suspicion that Ginny knew exactly what happened between Ron and Hermione, and was only trying to cover up the awkwardness. Hermione loved Ginny for understanding. Harry's greet followed soon after. Hermione knew that he too was trying to cover up the awkwardness. Then came Ron. Hermione could feel her heart beating slightly, however not to the extent of her predictions. Could she really be over him? If so, Hermione was glad. She needed to be strong, not just for herself, but for everyone else out there, everyone who ever thought Hermione as to be perfect, everyone who ever dreamed of living her life. She needed to be strong. Even if it was just this once.

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His best friend, Blaise, welcomed Draco as he got off the train. The view of Hogsmeade seems far more exciting than the almost abandoned manor. It was good to be back. After a few exchanges of greetings, a group of Slytherins was already forming. Many began chatters about their Christmas holidays, presents and the general things. There was no atmosphere like Hogwarts.

As the talks went on, Draco couldn't help to notice the change in Blaise. Something was there. Never has Draco witnessed him being so…happy. After last year of all years, how could Blaise be so happy? Not that Draco wasn't happy for him. He was glad that Blaise had finally snapped out of his misery but it just seemed so…strange.

Blaise seemed so happy. His eyes were almost dancing in a glistened manner as he joined the Slytherins talk about Quidditch. Draco's curiosity was far too much for him to divert his attention to the conversations. Draco watched Blaise in profound amusement. Knowing Blaise for years…in fact ever since they were young, Draco was sure that something was up.

Draco's curiosity didn't stop there. His mind began wondering on all sorts of events that could've happened to Blaise to cause such an elevated mood. His eyes began to linger as he began to ponder on his newly found notion. However, he stopped abruptly as he caught know-it-all Granger gazing towards his direction. He stared back, it wasn't long though, and he realized that she wasn't the one he was staring at. In fact, she hadn't even noticed him. Draco turned his head slightly as he followed her gaze, he eyes landed on Blaise.

Once again, Draco's imagination and curiosity sparked. However, Blaise was still too involved in the happy chatters of the Slytherin to realize anything and when Draco had turned back to Granger, she was already greeting her Gryffindors. But his curiosity didn't stop there. His mind kept wondering.

'Whatever happened to Blaise during the Christmas Holidays?' Draco thought.

As Draco turned back to the group of Slytherins, he couldn't help but to ponder once again if there was any linkage between Granger and Blaise. However, Draco didn't get very far into the investigation of his newly found evidence when he was hastily interrupted.

'Draco, you coming?' Blaise had said, giving Draco a searching look. He too had found that Draco was not in his usual mood.

Out of his thoughts, Draco managed to mutter a 'yes' before catching up with the Slytherins up towards the castle. He had decided that once everything was settled, it was time Draco had a little chat with Blaise. He was almost certain that Blaise too felt the same.

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