My Heart belongs to You

By Forbidden Lover

Chapter 3

A/N: Standard disclaimer applies. Please R&R

The next morning, Hermione was up before anyone else in the Gryffindor tower. Grabbing her things, she ran down the flight of stairs and to the Great Hall, where everyone would be meeting to leave. She only had to wait a few minutes before the rest of the students that were leaving showed up. Hermione looked around for Draco and felt a surge of jealousy at seeing Pansy hanging all over him. How dare that pug-faced slut be clinging to her Draco!

'Wait… My Draco?! Only in my dreams!' She silently reprimanded herself.

"Attention." Professor McGongall appeared before them, looking elegant as always in her evergreen robes and tartan hat. Everyone turned to her, standing before the doors that would let them out for the next two weeks.

"You will be leaving in approximately fifteen minutes. You will be taking the Hogwarts Express to your destined location, where your guardians will be picking you up. In exactly two weeks, depending on your station, you will be picked up. Anyone who does not show up and is not accounted for, notices will be sent home to guardians. Have a good trip and happy holidays."

Opening the doors, she let the students out of the building. Hermione looked around again and was dismayed to still see Pansy right next to Draco. Giving up, Hermione searched for an empty compartment. Finding one at the rear of the train, Hermione stepped in and shut the door. Sitting down on the cushioned benches, she wondered how long the trip would take. Estimating it to be at least two hours, she pulled out a notebook and quill, starting a poem.

'I want someone to love me

I want someone to care

I want to know that in my life

Someone wanted me there

I want someone to hold me

In the middle of the night

I want someone to wipe away

All the tears I cry

I want someone to kiss me

Gently in the park

I want someone not to care

How I look or what I wear

I want someone to look me in the eye

And never tell me a lie

I want someone who was made for me

Just to be the one.'

"Got room for one more?" A voice asked.

Hermione looked up sharply and saw Draco leaning against the doorway. She smiled softly.

"Of course, you're more then welcome."

He came in and slid the door shut, flopping down informally beside her.

"Damn, Pansy just doesn't know when to give up!"

Hermione laughed. "I noticed she was hanging all over you. And you don't like the attention?"

He gave her a look. "What? Attention from that pug-face? Hells, no."

Hermione felt a bit of hope rise up in her chest. So he didn't like Pansy. But how could he like her, a mud blood? Thinking about these things, Hermione began to feel sleepy.

Draco looked over her shoulder at her poem and read it quietly. Hermione looked down at the floor, in thought, her eyes closing.

'So Hermione doesn't like the Weasel. Or Potter. One would have thought she did.' Draco thought.

He looked back over at Hermione, who was fast asleep, tipping forward. Draco caught her and gently put her back in the seat. Hermione unconsciously laid her head on his shoulder, still asleep. Draco was surprised at first, but relaxed, Hermione's even breaths lulling him to sleep as well.

The train stopped about five hours later. The students poured off the rain, looking for their parents. Hermione walked beside Draco, searching for a familiar face. Lucius and Nacrissa stood not too far away, waiting.

"Draco, Hermione, over here." Lucius called.

Both teens walked up to the couple. Hermione nodded her head to Lucius in greeting. Turning to Nacrissa, she was enveloped in a hug.

"It's so wonderful to see you, Hermione dear!"

"It's great to see you as well, Nacrissa."

"We have a carriage waiting. You two must be famished from your trip. The house elves are preparing a meal as we speak." Nacrissa chattered with Hermione, following Lucius and Draco to the carriage. Hermione smiled. Nacrissa was actually a very kind woman, once you got past the mask she wore to fit in with the standards of being a Malfoy wife.

Arriving at the manor, Hermione stared in awe. Manor barely described it. Castle was more suited. The lands went on for miles, grass and trees and shrubs, flowers dotting every so often. The house itself was amazing. It reminded her of a smaller version of Hogwarts. Towers and torrents, large wooden doors and windows every so often. Nacrissa smiled and led the girl into the house. It was even more beautiful inside then it was outside. Chandeliers, candles, sweeping staircases…everything one could imagine.

"I'm sure you want to freshen up before dinner, right?" Nacrissa asked.

Hermione gave a small nod. "Yes, please."

"Draco, would you show Hermione to her room? Your things were already delivered."

"Sure. Follow me."

Draco led her up a staircase and down a long hallway. Hermione was almost positive she would get lost in the manor easily. Stopping at a door, he opened it.

"Your room is right next to mine. The bathroom is connected to your room. And a piece of advice: wear your best to dinner. Dad's a stickler like that."

"Thank you." Hermione replied. Draco vanished into his own room and Hermione stepped into hers and gasped. The walls were a midnight blue with stars across the ceiling, twinkling. There was a queen sized bed in the center of the room, which was covered with a crushed velvet quilt and several pillows. A dark mahogany desk sat under a window that looked out to the gardens. Her things were in their trunk at the foot of the bed. Searching through her clothes, she pulled out a blood red dress to wear. Taking a quick shower in the spacious bath, she dressed and went downstairs. Nacrissa met her at the door to the dining room, looking elegant in a royal blue dress.

"You look lovely Hermione. Dinner is ready and waiting. I hope you like chicken." She commented while opening the doors. Draco and Lucius were already seated at the table, which was covered with platters of different foods. Hermione's eyes widened. "Wow." She mumbled. Nacrissa smiled and slid into her place next to Lucius, motioning for Hermione to sit next to Draco. Hermione blushed lightly and sat down gracefully beside her crush.

Food was passed around and they each got what they wanted. Hermione stifled a laugh. It was much like Christmas dinner at her house. Nacrissa looked up.

"Hermione, how does shopping tomorrow sound to you? I've spotted several new little shops to go in, with simply stunning outfits. Oh, and we must buy you a dress."

Hermione furrowed her brow some. "A dress? For what?"

"We're having a get together for the holidays, for all the supporters of the Dark Lord. It's a rather large, formal event we hold every year."

"Oh, I see."

"So, shopping tomorrow, party on Wednesday. Sounds wonderful!"

Draco, meanwhile, was making faces into his food. Another stupid party. Meant another day dealing with Parkinson. 'Great. Just bloody great.

Dinner finished shortly after and Nacrissa sent them up to bed, saying they needed their rest for tomorrow.

Hermione slid into the bed, sinking into the deep pillows. She barely had her eyes closed when she fell asleep.

Draco laid in his bed, hands behind his head, in thought. Something was different about Granger, he decided. Besides the fact that she had gone to the dark side. Looking out the window, he heard the first crack of thunder, followed by a shriek. Getting up quickly, he went over to Hermione's room. She sat curled up in a tight ball on the bed, eyes wide.

"Hermione? What's wrong?"

She opened one eye to look at him and jumped when lightening lit up the room. Draco raised a eyebrow.

"You're afraid of a thunderstorm?" 'Know-it-all Granger is actually afraid of something other than bad grades?'

She nodded slowly, still curled up tightly. He went over to her and held out his hand. Hermione looked at him quizzically.

"Come on…you can stay in my room tonight." Draco said.

Hermione's eyes widened and she blushed deeply. Draco looked at her quietly, noticing the coloring of her cheeks. She got up and walked a bit shakily over him, when another thunderclap sounded. Hermione ran the rest of the way and buried her face in his chest. Draco was a bit surprised. Slowly, he wrapped an arm around her, holding her lightly. She sniffled and clung to him in fear as more thunder followed.

'Maybe Hermione isn't all that I thought she was…'

End Chapter 3