Conquest of the Heart
Chapter Two:
Why Is It So Hard to Say "I'm Sorry"?
DA
The limo pulls up in front of Kings Cross Station at 10:15 AM. It brings back old memories of my first time here last year. I get out of the car, Mac and Marty following my example. They help me get my trunk out and I have to tell them to relax when a man who works here brings us a baggage cart. My two bodyguards hoist the trunk onto the cart, Coal jumping on top of it like last year, and then stand up straight to address me.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you onto the train?" Mac asks very tensely.
"I'm sure. You guys draw too much attention and I'd never get through the barrier without loads of muggles watching," I explain. "I'll be fine, I'm sure. Now, get back in the limo and go. I can handle myself, thank you."
"Yes, ma'am," they say in unison and then get back in the car. Once the limo is gone, I start pushing the cart with my trunk into the station, Coal peering at all the muggles as we go.
Soon I see the barrier column between platforms 9 and 10 and I look around to see if anyone's watching me. When I see that the coast is clear, I casually press my cart up against the barrier and feel it sliding through, taking Coal and me with it. When we're through, I look up at the red train that is the Hogwarts Express and move out of the way to let others through. I smile to myself. I'm glad I get to see this again. I jump suddenly when someone touches my shoulder and sigh in relief when I look over and recognize the face.
"Hey, Harry," I say, giving him a smile. "Seen Hermione anywhere?"
"No, she should be here any minute now though," he replies.
"Well, I'm going to give the conductor my trunk, okay? And then I'll be back," I state before heading to a side door and picking up Coal so my trunk can be taken away.
Just as I was about to go over to Harry, though, I feel another hand touching my shoulder. I turn around and meet a pair of very familiar silver eyes and an evil smirk.
"Hello, Draco," I greet, trying to be friendly. I then notice a badge on his black shirt and raise an eyebrow. "Made Head Boy I see. I reckon Hermione made Head Girl. How's your mum?"
"Fine," he replies, leaning up against the doorway of the train. He looks okay in muggle clothes I guess. I'll never tell him that, though. His bandages are gone now but his hair isn't slicked back like last year. It's dangling in his face and gives him more of a loose look. He has on a black, long-sleeve shirt and some jeans. I look him over once but he catches me doing that.
"I know I look good, but don't drool, Dorothy," he says. I glare at him. Hey, buddy, I've changed…and so have you. I'm not afraid to slap you now.
"I don't want to put up with your moods right now, Draco," I snap. "Have a good day." Go jump off a cliff or something. I walk away and spot Hermione and Harry talking.
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My…moods?! What 'moods'? Hey, don't walk away from me! I run over to her and grab her arm. "I'm not done!"
"Well, I am, so if you'll kindly release me," she says, pulling my hand off.
"You're still mad, aren't you?" I ask. C'mon, it's been three months. Let it go!
"No, what ever gave you that idea?" Are you being sarcastic…with me? Hey, Weasel. What do you want?
"Mind letting her go, Malfoy?" asks Potter, peeling my fingers off Dorothy's arm.
"Oh, the knights in shining armor have come to rescue the damsel in distress?" I ask, mockingly but still I let go of Dorothy.
That's when I finally take the opportunity to get a good look at her. She did get a hair cut because now her black hair barely reaches her shoulders. Something else that's odd is she's not wearing long sleeves and I can see the scars on her arms. She doesn't really look like the Dorothy I saw at my father's trial. No business suit and her hair is down. She wearing a white T-shirt with a little rabbit on it and some blue jeans. Bloody hell. She really looks like a muggle.
I jump when I feel something rubbing up against my leg. I look down and see a black cat hanging around my legs. I would kick it but then Dorothy would just scream at me more for hurting her cat.
"Shoo," I say, walking further into the train. The cat follows. "I said 'Shoo!'"
I walk into my compartment and close the door, locking the cat out. I sit down over by the window and look out, watching Dorothy chat normally with the Golden Trio. That's when something catches my eyes, a badge on Granger's shirt. No! There's no damn way! She's Head Girl?! NOOO!
The compartment door slides up and that bloody cat bounds in followed by Blaise, Crabbe, Goyle, and…I groan…Pansy. The black cat curls up around my feet and stares reproachfully at Pansy.
"Stupid cat!" Pansy yells, rubbing her hand. "It bit me!" Really now? I think I just might like this cat after all. "So Drakie," she got that nickname from my mother. I just know it! "How was your summer? I heard they sent your father to Azkaban. How dreadful."
"Yeah, 'dreadful,'" I reply. She's so stupid.
I can hear everybody filing onto the train now and that means that I have to go meet up with Granger at the back of the train. I stand up, say by to Blaise, Crabbe, and Goyle, and leave down the hall, pushing through the crowd and scaring a first year Ravenclaw on the way. When finally I'm almost there, I see Granger and Dorothy emerge out of a compartment. I was right. Granger is the Head Girl.
"Well, if it isn't the mudblood," I say as I approached them. Dorothy and Granger both throw me sharp glares and I take a few steps back. Woah. Scary. "So, you're the Head Girl, hm? What a coincidence that I happen to be the Head Boy."
"Yes, I'm aware," Granger says through gritted teeth. "Let's just go get our stuff, shall we?"
"Stuff?" I ask. What stuff?
"You're so dense," states Granger. Hey! "We have to go get our instructions. You know, a piece of parchment that tells us where to go after the feast when we get to school. When our rounds are. What our responsibilities are. That sort of thing."
"All right, all right, Granger," I say taking a few steps back and put on a phony look of fright. "You don't have to bite my head off, you know."
DA
Hermione and I were talking when she said she had to meet up with Malfoy at the back of the train for their duties so naturally, I volunteered to go with. I mean, I'm her friend and everything. I was not, however, expecting Malfoy to walk with us. What's even worse is the first thing he said to her was an insult. How dare he! I should rip his tongue out right now.
"So why are you coming with us?" he asks me. Well for your information…
"Because I can," I reply in an 'I'll-have-you-know' voice. "If you don't like it, tough."
"I didn't say I didn't like it," he replies. Don't try to smooth talk me, Draco. It's not going to work.
We finally reach the end of the train and I wait outside while Hermione and Draco go in to get their things. I don't think I was out there a half a minute when I could hear them screaming from the inside.
"WHAT?!" they yelled in chorus, their voices a mix of shock and panic.
Hermione came running out with Draco hot on her tail. Hermione shoved the piece of parchment in my face and I took it and read it over.
'Dear Ms. Hermione Granger,
'Congratulations on making Head Girl…blah blah blah…um and further more after you've been dismissed after the feast, you and Mr. Malfoy are to retreat to the Head's common room. The staircases leading up to your dorms with be labeled with your names and the carpet on it will be your house colors..'
What!? They have to share a common room? Oh poor Hermione. I hand it back to her and she rubs her head while Draco tries to rip up his parchment but is unsuccessful. I pity Hermione but in the same sense, I envy her too. I mean, it's not that I don't still have feeling for Draco but he hurt me so he's paying for it. Touché.
We start back down the hall and we're all silent. I'm guessing that Hermione and Draco are silent out of shock and disgust…I'm silent though because I don't know what to say in a situation like this. Hey, do you think Dumbledore will let me sleep over in her dorm once ore twice?
When we get to our compartment, I have to stop Hermione and tell her that it's our compartment because she's so distracted and she almost just walked right by it. She walks in and sits down. Before I can follow her though, Draco grabs my arm and stops me. I look at him as if wait.
"Listen, okay? I—" he starts. Is he going to apologize…again? Maybe I'll accept it this time. "I—" You what? "I-I…I got your cat in my compartment. Come get it." Oh, is that all?
I sigh and follow him to his apartment. He opens the door and I look in. There's Crabbe and Goyle and…Pansy. I scowl at her and she grins evilly at me. Then I notice someone else in there. I'd seen him talk to Draco a few times last year. One of his friends? This boy…Zambini I think his name was. Oh yes, Blaise Zambini. He's got red hair, a little longer than Draco's, and green eyes. He's giving me kind of a weird look.
"Here," says Draco, handing Coal to me. I was wondering where my little kitty had run off to. I turn to walk away and Draco closes the compartment door. I don't know why but I feel a little disappointed. I thought he was going to say sorry. Oh well. I go back to my compartment and let Coal jump out of my hand and sit over by Crookshanks when I get there.
A/N: Well, that's it for chapter two. I liked the idea of having the heads in one common room. I read about it in a lot of fan fics that I read. I was just thinking about it last night when I was about to go to sleep. I have a lot of great ideas for this story though this whole POV thing is rather hard, but I like it nonetheless. It gives the story a good touch when you can see what the characters are thinking as if you are them. So R&R. See ya later.
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