Hi! This is mastercreater here (I know that name sucks but I didn't know what to put! Sorry!)! So guess what! It's the holidays here in Malaysia! YAY!! I'm SOOO sorry my grammar and spelling was extremely horrible, I hope this chapter is alright with you! I tried as hard as I could! But I'm only thirteen, AND English is my second language! I know I'm terrible at it, but I just LOVE to write! Ok, here goes!
NOTE TO REVIEWERS/FLAMERS : I now allow anonymous reviewers! Yippee (So take note anonymous people. REVIEW!)! By the way, the kiss from chapter two, it's not really a "I Love You" kiss, it's just a hormones kiss. Put yourself in Draco's shoes. You're a teenage boy, and you're extremely close with a hot girl. You can't help yourself, can you? So, sorry for the misunderstandings and stuff. Put that kiss behind. It was just nothing!
HERMIONE'S POV :
I blinked. Then I blinked again. Did that ...? Did that really just happen...? Oh, s!
I looked over at Malfoy. No... couldn't be... Malfoy COULD NOT have kissed – oh God, that word sucks – ME!
"Granger...," Malfoy said, breaking the eerie silence, "Er... about... about what – just now...,"
But before he could continue his sentence, I said, "Yeah... I know. You were out of your mind – kissing me, a Mudblood... didn't know what you were doing – hormones – even if it was with a frizzy haired b."
Malfoy stared at me, shocked. Hearing your own enemy call herself (Or himself) a b was pretty freaky (Not to mention extremely out).
After a few horrible minutes of Malfoy's shocked-out stares, I decided its high time he give it a rest. "Malfoy?" I asked (It sounded more like a statement than a question)
Malfoy jerked out of his trance to reply my question. "Huh? Oh..., er... what d'you want, Granger?" I noticed that he didn't spit the word 'Granger' out like a foul word like he used too.
I shrugged, making Malfoy roll his eyes.
Minutes passed. Than hours. We were close to Hogwarts...
I stared out the window. My eyes felt like bursting into tears.The torture was unbearable. If it wasn't for my whacked out phsyco parents, I would've NEVER come back here. What's the use living in a world full of pain...?
To pass the time, I decided to write a poem – it healed my pain at times.
The Meaning of Life – By Hermione Granger
Life
A pain and sorrow
Why live?
There'll be no tommorow...
People –
What fools
To live life the fullest!
Before I could continue however, the train whistle blew – signaling our arrival at Hogwarts.
"Er... Granger... so, uh, I guess we should... first years...," Malfoy mumbled, or atleast that's what I think he said.
"Yeah," I said flatly, trying to hold back my tears. "Go ahead. I'll be there in a minute...,"
Malfoy stared blankly at me for a while, then, without a word, he walked out of the compartment.
Once he was out of view, I let a tear trickle down my cheek. I felt horrible. Why the heck did I come here? Ugh! I had more problems here than at home with my lying, hypocrite, fighting, no-good parents. How could've I been so stupid? Sigh It's too late to turn back now...
Feeling extremely sad, I dragged my feet out of the compartment and a step closer to hell...
DRACO'S POV :
I walked out of the head compartment feeling hot behind the ears. Flashes of the kiss I shared with Granger repeated itself in my mind. Damn! What the heck was I thinking?! KISSING GRANGER!! Uhhh...!!!
My eyebrows furrowed, and I felt positively disgusted! UGH! Curse those stupid hormones...
Still, you've got to admit, that WAS the greatest kiss you've ever had! a stupid voice in my head whispered.
Oh – stupid voices!
Hey! WHO on earth are you calling STUPID?! the voice screamed. If it wasn't just my mind playing dumb tricks on me, I would've pummeled it to the ground.
"DRAKIE!!" a freakin' high-pitched voice screamed in my ear. Dear god. Pansy. "DRAKIE POO!!"
Pansy rushed to my side, her horrible FAKE blonde hair trailing behind here. I think I'm about to hurl!
"Drakie! Oh, Drakie, I was sooo woried!" she said, smiling a horrible smile, "The mere thought of leaving you with that RETCHED Mudblood made me want to hurl!" I really wanted to say 'You really make me want to hurl', but I didn't. "Are you okay, baby? Did that nasty, ugly Mudblood do anything to you? You look flushed, baby! Oh, poor baby!! I'll make it all better – I promise!"
"Pansy...," I said through clenched teeth, "I've got bussiness to attend to."
Pansy looked a little put down. Good! Hah! "Oh, alright, baby. But I swear – if that ogre of a girl dare lay a finger on you, I'll kill her!"
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right... Pansy – kill Granger? Hah! More like Granger kill Pansy. One look at Granger's dark glare could send Pansy six feet under.
"Good-bye, Pansy!" I said, hoping that she would take the hint and LEAVE! When she didn't, I pushed her roughly out of my path and stormed out of the train. Stupid Pansy! Stupid no-good ugly fan-girls! Stupid –
"Malfoy!" a voice shouted from behind.
-- Granger...
I spun my head around, only to see Herm — er..., GRANGER, rushing to me. Now this type of rushing (slash running, I suppose) was completely different from how Pansy made me feel (that is, throwing up). THIS type of running sent spiders down my spine, clouds through my head, and butterflies in my stomache. THIS type of running made my whole body feel hot and vulnerable. She totally captured my breath away; the way she ran, her beautiful dark brown hair trailing behind her, her remarkable eyes sparkling, her soft pink lips looked ever so kissable...
Oh, HOLY S! No! Bad hormones. Hermione's – I mean – Granger's lips are NOT kissable. She is NOT pretty. And you do NOT like Mud – mud – err... w-w-what was I about t-to say...?
"Malfoy!" Granger huffed, looking tired and sore. "McGonnagle said we've got to take charge of the prefects. Did you order them to line up the first years yet? Uh... Malfoy? Malfoy?"
I didn't catch a bloody word she said. All I could do was stare at her. How she blinked, how she breathed, how she moved those lucious pink lips...
Before I knew it Granger's hand went flying and landed with a soft 'SMACK' against my face.
"Holy s, woman!" I said, rubbing the spot where she hit me, "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
Granger smirked, sending shivers down my spine. "Sorry, Malfoy. But I've got to snap you out of your trance somehow," she said in a monotone, "So, to answer my question, did you order the prefects to line up the first years?"
"Yes!" I growled. Sheesh. Can't that woman GIVE IT A REST already? "So if you'll excuse me, I've got to find a carriage now."
Granger arched up a brow. "You're going to find a carriage over there... when our carriage is over (she pointed to her left) here?"
My eyes widened. "We're g-going to share a carriage together?" I said. Oh, no. PLEASE let her say no!
Granger nodded a yes.
NOOOOOOO!!! Not only do I have to sit with Granger in one compartment for 5 HOURS, but now I've got share a small, TIGHT carriage with her... for 23 minutes! Oh... I began to panic. I hope the stories aren't true. I hope all the rest of the Heads' never snogged in there. I nervously laughed, remembering that stupid muggle game I read about a boy and a girl staying in a closet for 5 minutes. If 5 minutes can get two people snogging passionately... what about 23 minutes?! Oh god...
HERMIONE'S POV :
I watched in amusement as Malfoy began to freak. His skin turned pale (well paler than usual), then pink, pale again, pink. It was so funny how people could change to a variety of colours.
"Malfoy?" I said, breaking whatever stupid thing was going through Malfoy's stupid head.
"Yes?" Malfoy squeeked. I tried to stiffle a laugh.
"Let's get in, shall we?"
Malfoy turned an unusual colour. Bright red. It didn't suit him at all! And I was damn glad about it!
Slowly I walked into the horseless carriage. The weather was quite windy, so my hair went flying behind me. I turned around to see an even embarassed Malfoy. Snort. What's got him all worked up I'd like to know.
"Come on, Malfoy!" I said impatiently, "D'you want this carriage to leave without you?"
Malfoy gave a small nod. His cheeks were burning like a tomato. This was an awfully weird sight.
I rolled my eyes. "Just come in, damn it!"
Malfoy stood his ground for a while, then, slowly he made his way inside.
"Er... heheh... yeah... small, isn't it...?" he said, rather nervously.
I nodded. And then... silence.
I stared out the window, at the scenery and how it turned to blurs when the carriage moved.
"Er... Granger...," Malfoy mumbled quietly, "A-about you and the, er, Golden Duo...? W-whats up with that...?"
Silence. I really didn't want to answer that.
"Granger...?"
I balled my hands into fists. My finger nails sunk into my skin causing a tremendous pain. I couldn't be bothered. "It's. none. of. your. bussiness," I growled, swallowing my tears down.
Silence.
I could feel Malfoy's stare. He was trying to make eye contact. Hmph! He is NOT going to get it from me. I know exactly what this is about! I've read it once in a magazine how humans (either muggle or wizard) can reach down into someones soul by staring really hard into their eyes. I am not sharing my soul, or thoughts for that matter, with anyone. Not even occlumency can read my mind. I've made a barrier against it all. Nobody can read me. If they could, then they've got some impossible power that the Dark Lord himself does not possess.
The carriage screeched to a halt. Trying to look at anything but Malfoy, I jumped out of the carriage and walked into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I walked into Hell...
DRACO'S POV :
I tried to make eye contact with Granger when we were in the carriage (speaking of that, I'm glad I survived!) but came out with nothing. She was trying too hard to lock it all up. However, I did catch some of it through the silence. I think I saw a tad bit glimmer of fear in it. What was she afraid of? Me...?
I cursed myself for not inspecting her closer, and made a run into Hogwarts.
I entered the Great Hall (I seriously don't understand whats so great about it) with a scowl on my face. To my surprise, everybody was lining up for something. I stood on my toes (I'm NOT SHORT! It's people that're tall!) to see what the commotion was. Damn it! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!
Then, as if on cue, Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat, and said with a calm voice; "Students, we have a few technical difficulties with the er... sorting...,"
Technical defficulties? But that's impossible... isn't it?
Dumbledore cleared his throat again. "To clear up these umm... problems... we at Hogwarts decided to re-sort each of you. Minerva, will you please?"
Professor McGonnagle walked up to the front of the Great (not-so- Great) Hall and cleared her throat (whats up with this clearing-throat thing?) and said, "When I call up your name, you will come up and place ths Sorting Hat on your head."
I heard Longbottom gulp behind me. Poor fool.
"We'll start from seventh years. Ahem. Abes, Joey!" McGonnagle said loudly.
With a nervous look on his darkly tanned skinned face, Joey Abes walked up to the front and placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
A pause of silence, and then, "RAVENCLAW!!"
Polite clapping from all the students were heard. No hooting or loud cheering however like there used to be when a new student entered their house.
"Arcentosh, Rowe!"
I recognized the dark face that was Arcentosh. He was a Slytherin of my year. Arcentosh walked up to the stool, placed the hat on his head, and in a few seconds the Sorting Hat's voice boomed, "SLYTHERIN!!"
I smirked. This wouldn't be a problem for me...
45 minutes passed. All the students and staff members grew extremely restless.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Smirking, I walked over to the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on my head.
Ahh... Mr. Malfoy... we meet again... the sorting hat whispered in my mind
Shut up, you stupid hat tell me what house I'm in! I growled in reply.
Very well then
Then out loud it said, "SLYTHERIN!!!"
Everybody from Slytherin (even though they were about to be resorted) cheered loudly. It was as if I had brought a new hope into them. I smirked. The Prince of Slytherin is back!
Then suddenly, Proffesor McGonnagle broke me from my thoughts again. "Granger, Hermione!"
I raised a brow at Granger's direction. I watched as she walked up to the stool and gently placed the Sorting Hat on her head. I sighed. Even with an extremely worn-out ugly hat on her head, she still looked lovely.
A pause of silence. This was much longer than anyone elses. Then, the rip of the hat's mouth opened.
"SLYTHERIN!!!"
Hi! Me again! Sorry if I'm so sickening. By the way, I hope you got the hint about the "reading soul" thing. Hermione said that (take note if you want to know whats coming up next) NOBODY COULD READ HER SOUL. Draco said he saw a GLIMMER OF FEAR IN HER EYES. If nobody could read or understand Hermione's thoughts and feelings, how come Draco can? I gave you HUGE hints there. Anyways, I'm sorry everybody was OOC (Especially Hermione) but people can change, can't they? Okay, so...
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!
NOTE TO REVIEWERS/FLAMERS : I now allow anonymous reviewers! Yippee (So take note anonymous people. REVIEW!)! By the way, the kiss from chapter two, it's not really a "I Love You" kiss, it's just a hormones kiss. Put yourself in Draco's shoes. You're a teenage boy, and you're extremely close with a hot girl. You can't help yourself, can you? So, sorry for the misunderstandings and stuff. Put that kiss behind. It was just nothing!
HERMIONE'S POV :
I blinked. Then I blinked again. Did that ...? Did that really just happen...? Oh, s!
I looked over at Malfoy. No... couldn't be... Malfoy COULD NOT have kissed – oh God, that word sucks – ME!
"Granger...," Malfoy said, breaking the eerie silence, "Er... about... about what – just now...,"
But before he could continue his sentence, I said, "Yeah... I know. You were out of your mind – kissing me, a Mudblood... didn't know what you were doing – hormones – even if it was with a frizzy haired b."
Malfoy stared at me, shocked. Hearing your own enemy call herself (Or himself) a b was pretty freaky (Not to mention extremely out).
After a few horrible minutes of Malfoy's shocked-out stares, I decided its high time he give it a rest. "Malfoy?" I asked (It sounded more like a statement than a question)
Malfoy jerked out of his trance to reply my question. "Huh? Oh..., er... what d'you want, Granger?" I noticed that he didn't spit the word 'Granger' out like a foul word like he used too.
I shrugged, making Malfoy roll his eyes.
Minutes passed. Than hours. We were close to Hogwarts...
I stared out the window. My eyes felt like bursting into tears.The torture was unbearable. If it wasn't for my whacked out phsyco parents, I would've NEVER come back here. What's the use living in a world full of pain...?
To pass the time, I decided to write a poem – it healed my pain at times.
The Meaning of Life – By Hermione Granger
Life
A pain and sorrow
Why live?
There'll be no tommorow...
People –
What fools
To live life the fullest!
Before I could continue however, the train whistle blew – signaling our arrival at Hogwarts.
"Er... Granger... so, uh, I guess we should... first years...," Malfoy mumbled, or atleast that's what I think he said.
"Yeah," I said flatly, trying to hold back my tears. "Go ahead. I'll be there in a minute...,"
Malfoy stared blankly at me for a while, then, without a word, he walked out of the compartment.
Once he was out of view, I let a tear trickle down my cheek. I felt horrible. Why the heck did I come here? Ugh! I had more problems here than at home with my lying, hypocrite, fighting, no-good parents. How could've I been so stupid? Sigh It's too late to turn back now...
Feeling extremely sad, I dragged my feet out of the compartment and a step closer to hell...
DRACO'S POV :
I walked out of the head compartment feeling hot behind the ears. Flashes of the kiss I shared with Granger repeated itself in my mind. Damn! What the heck was I thinking?! KISSING GRANGER!! Uhhh...!!!
My eyebrows furrowed, and I felt positively disgusted! UGH! Curse those stupid hormones...
Still, you've got to admit, that WAS the greatest kiss you've ever had! a stupid voice in my head whispered.
Oh – stupid voices!
Hey! WHO on earth are you calling STUPID?! the voice screamed. If it wasn't just my mind playing dumb tricks on me, I would've pummeled it to the ground.
"DRAKIE!!" a freakin' high-pitched voice screamed in my ear. Dear god. Pansy. "DRAKIE POO!!"
Pansy rushed to my side, her horrible FAKE blonde hair trailing behind here. I think I'm about to hurl!
"Drakie! Oh, Drakie, I was sooo woried!" she said, smiling a horrible smile, "The mere thought of leaving you with that RETCHED Mudblood made me want to hurl!" I really wanted to say 'You really make me want to hurl', but I didn't. "Are you okay, baby? Did that nasty, ugly Mudblood do anything to you? You look flushed, baby! Oh, poor baby!! I'll make it all better – I promise!"
"Pansy...," I said through clenched teeth, "I've got bussiness to attend to."
Pansy looked a little put down. Good! Hah! "Oh, alright, baby. But I swear – if that ogre of a girl dare lay a finger on you, I'll kill her!"
I rolled my eyes. Yeah, right... Pansy – kill Granger? Hah! More like Granger kill Pansy. One look at Granger's dark glare could send Pansy six feet under.
"Good-bye, Pansy!" I said, hoping that she would take the hint and LEAVE! When she didn't, I pushed her roughly out of my path and stormed out of the train. Stupid Pansy! Stupid no-good ugly fan-girls! Stupid –
"Malfoy!" a voice shouted from behind.
-- Granger...
I spun my head around, only to see Herm — er..., GRANGER, rushing to me. Now this type of rushing (slash running, I suppose) was completely different from how Pansy made me feel (that is, throwing up). THIS type of running sent spiders down my spine, clouds through my head, and butterflies in my stomache. THIS type of running made my whole body feel hot and vulnerable. She totally captured my breath away; the way she ran, her beautiful dark brown hair trailing behind her, her remarkable eyes sparkling, her soft pink lips looked ever so kissable...
Oh, HOLY S! No! Bad hormones. Hermione's – I mean – Granger's lips are NOT kissable. She is NOT pretty. And you do NOT like Mud – mud – err... w-w-what was I about t-to say...?
"Malfoy!" Granger huffed, looking tired and sore. "McGonnagle said we've got to take charge of the prefects. Did you order them to line up the first years yet? Uh... Malfoy? Malfoy?"
I didn't catch a bloody word she said. All I could do was stare at her. How she blinked, how she breathed, how she moved those lucious pink lips...
Before I knew it Granger's hand went flying and landed with a soft 'SMACK' against my face.
"Holy s, woman!" I said, rubbing the spot where she hit me, "What the HELL do you think you're doing?!"
Granger smirked, sending shivers down my spine. "Sorry, Malfoy. But I've got to snap you out of your trance somehow," she said in a monotone, "So, to answer my question, did you order the prefects to line up the first years?"
"Yes!" I growled. Sheesh. Can't that woman GIVE IT A REST already? "So if you'll excuse me, I've got to find a carriage now."
Granger arched up a brow. "You're going to find a carriage over there... when our carriage is over (she pointed to her left) here?"
My eyes widened. "We're g-going to share a carriage together?" I said. Oh, no. PLEASE let her say no!
Granger nodded a yes.
NOOOOOOO!!! Not only do I have to sit with Granger in one compartment for 5 HOURS, but now I've got share a small, TIGHT carriage with her... for 23 minutes! Oh... I began to panic. I hope the stories aren't true. I hope all the rest of the Heads' never snogged in there. I nervously laughed, remembering that stupid muggle game I read about a boy and a girl staying in a closet for 5 minutes. If 5 minutes can get two people snogging passionately... what about 23 minutes?! Oh god...
HERMIONE'S POV :
I watched in amusement as Malfoy began to freak. His skin turned pale (well paler than usual), then pink, pale again, pink. It was so funny how people could change to a variety of colours.
"Malfoy?" I said, breaking whatever stupid thing was going through Malfoy's stupid head.
"Yes?" Malfoy squeeked. I tried to stiffle a laugh.
"Let's get in, shall we?"
Malfoy turned an unusual colour. Bright red. It didn't suit him at all! And I was damn glad about it!
Slowly I walked into the horseless carriage. The weather was quite windy, so my hair went flying behind me. I turned around to see an even embarassed Malfoy. Snort. What's got him all worked up I'd like to know.
"Come on, Malfoy!" I said impatiently, "D'you want this carriage to leave without you?"
Malfoy gave a small nod. His cheeks were burning like a tomato. This was an awfully weird sight.
I rolled my eyes. "Just come in, damn it!"
Malfoy stood his ground for a while, then, slowly he made his way inside.
"Er... heheh... yeah... small, isn't it...?" he said, rather nervously.
I nodded. And then... silence.
I stared out the window, at the scenery and how it turned to blurs when the carriage moved.
"Er... Granger...," Malfoy mumbled quietly, "A-about you and the, er, Golden Duo...? W-whats up with that...?"
Silence. I really didn't want to answer that.
"Granger...?"
I balled my hands into fists. My finger nails sunk into my skin causing a tremendous pain. I couldn't be bothered. "It's. none. of. your. bussiness," I growled, swallowing my tears down.
Silence.
I could feel Malfoy's stare. He was trying to make eye contact. Hmph! He is NOT going to get it from me. I know exactly what this is about! I've read it once in a magazine how humans (either muggle or wizard) can reach down into someones soul by staring really hard into their eyes. I am not sharing my soul, or thoughts for that matter, with anyone. Not even occlumency can read my mind. I've made a barrier against it all. Nobody can read me. If they could, then they've got some impossible power that the Dark Lord himself does not possess.
The carriage screeched to a halt. Trying to look at anything but Malfoy, I jumped out of the carriage and walked into Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I walked into Hell...
DRACO'S POV :
I tried to make eye contact with Granger when we were in the carriage (speaking of that, I'm glad I survived!) but came out with nothing. She was trying too hard to lock it all up. However, I did catch some of it through the silence. I think I saw a tad bit glimmer of fear in it. What was she afraid of? Me...?
I cursed myself for not inspecting her closer, and made a run into Hogwarts.
I entered the Great Hall (I seriously don't understand whats so great about it) with a scowl on my face. To my surprise, everybody was lining up for something. I stood on my toes (I'm NOT SHORT! It's people that're tall!) to see what the commotion was. Damn it! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING!
Then, as if on cue, Dumbledore stood up, cleared his throat, and said with a calm voice; "Students, we have a few technical difficulties with the er... sorting...,"
Technical defficulties? But that's impossible... isn't it?
Dumbledore cleared his throat again. "To clear up these umm... problems... we at Hogwarts decided to re-sort each of you. Minerva, will you please?"
Professor McGonnagle walked up to the front of the Great (not-so- Great) Hall and cleared her throat (whats up with this clearing-throat thing?) and said, "When I call up your name, you will come up and place ths Sorting Hat on your head."
I heard Longbottom gulp behind me. Poor fool.
"We'll start from seventh years. Ahem. Abes, Joey!" McGonnagle said loudly.
With a nervous look on his darkly tanned skinned face, Joey Abes walked up to the front and placed the Sorting Hat on his head.
A pause of silence, and then, "RAVENCLAW!!"
Polite clapping from all the students were heard. No hooting or loud cheering however like there used to be when a new student entered their house.
"Arcentosh, Rowe!"
I recognized the dark face that was Arcentosh. He was a Slytherin of my year. Arcentosh walked up to the stool, placed the hat on his head, and in a few seconds the Sorting Hat's voice boomed, "SLYTHERIN!!"
I smirked. This wouldn't be a problem for me...
45 minutes passed. All the students and staff members grew extremely restless.
"Malfoy, Draco!"
Smirking, I walked over to the stool and placed the Sorting Hat on my head.
Ahh... Mr. Malfoy... we meet again... the sorting hat whispered in my mind
Shut up, you stupid hat tell me what house I'm in! I growled in reply.
Very well then
Then out loud it said, "SLYTHERIN!!!"
Everybody from Slytherin (even though they were about to be resorted) cheered loudly. It was as if I had brought a new hope into them. I smirked. The Prince of Slytherin is back!
Then suddenly, Proffesor McGonnagle broke me from my thoughts again. "Granger, Hermione!"
I raised a brow at Granger's direction. I watched as she walked up to the stool and gently placed the Sorting Hat on her head. I sighed. Even with an extremely worn-out ugly hat on her head, she still looked lovely.
A pause of silence. This was much longer than anyone elses. Then, the rip of the hat's mouth opened.
"SLYTHERIN!!!"
Hi! Me again! Sorry if I'm so sickening. By the way, I hope you got the hint about the "reading soul" thing. Hermione said that (take note if you want to know whats coming up next) NOBODY COULD READ HER SOUL. Draco said he saw a GLIMMER OF FEAR IN HER EYES. If nobody could read or understand Hermione's thoughts and feelings, how come Draco can? I gave you HUGE hints there. Anyways, I'm sorry everybody was OOC (Especially Hermione) but people can change, can't they? Okay, so...
PLEASE REVIEW!!!!!!!