Angel Eyes
The opposite of love is apathy,
And hate is really the same as love.
If you're so consumed with hatred for
Someone, you might as well be loving
Them, because you're thinking about them
For the same amount of time.
After she left the compartment, Hermione wandered aimlessly around the train and the platform until the students began arriving. At about ten thirty, she noticed a sea of red hair with a lone brunette in the center. She heard Ron say, 'Hey, Harry, have you seen Hermione yet?"
Harry's eyes traveled over the crowd and stopped on Hermione for half a moment. She winked and smiled at him. Harry got a knowing look on his face as he nodded back and grinned. "No, I haven't," Hermione heard him reply, "But have you seen that new girl over there? Man, is she hot." Ron looked over at her and got a semi-glazed look on his face.
'Perfect,' Hermione thought to herself, 'He doesn't recognise me, but Harry does. I could have a lot of fun with this if Harry plays along.'
She followed them onto the train and watched as Harry, Ron, Dean, Seamus and Neville pulled their luggage into the compartment next to hers. After they got settled, she hiked her skirt up about four more inches, undid one more button on her blouse and waltzed in.
"Hey handsome," Hermione said seductively, winking to tell Harry to play along. She licked her lips suggestively and sat on his lap. (A/NYeah, I know she'd never do that, but this is my godforsaken story, so I get to decide what happens. Bring on the flames.) "How was your summer?"
"It was, err, good," Harry stammered, not quite able to get the words out through his silent laughter. "Do I, err, know you?"
"Know me? Why, of course you do, sexy," she leaned in and "licked" his ear (well, what looked like a lick to everybody else in the compartment but instead muttered, "Thanks for playing along") then leaned back and said clearly, "But I'll let you figure it out on your own."
With that, she left the compartment leaving one boy on the verge of tears from laughing so hard and the other four looking as if they'd just underwent the confundus charm.
'Hermione? There is no possible way that's the same Hermione that pimp slapped me nearly four years ago. It can't be the same Hermione that has helped Saint Potter for the past six years, can it? Well, she is attractive...NO! Never think that again,' Draco mentally scolded himself 'Hermione may be a hot pureblood now, but she's still the virgin queen of Gryfindor.'
At that moment, the 'virgin queen' of Gryfindor herself stepped into the compartment looking scandalously sexy.
"Hello, Draco," she said, "Have you figured out who I really am yet?"
"Why, yes, I have Hermione." Draco spat with a look in his eyes that could've frozen a Balrog. "I should have known that it was you all along. You'd do anything to get me back for last year, wouldn't you? I guess turning me into a girl wasn't enough, was it?"
"It wasn't exactly obvious who I was. Now calm down while I put some music on. This song a nice slow one that I heard this summer. You probably won't enjoy it as it's a muggle song, but anyway..."
Hermione rummaged in her bag and found her CD case. She pulled out Savage Garden's 'Affirmation' and switched to the ninth track, "Two Beds and a Coffee Machine."
And she takes another step
Slowly she opens the door
Check that he is sleeping
Pick up all the broken glass and furniture on the floor
Been up half the night screaming now it's time to get away
Pack up the kids in the car
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
And there are children to think of
Baby's asleep in the backseat
Wonder how they'll ever make it through this living nightmare
But the mind is an amazing thing
Full of candy dreams and new toys and another cheap hotel
Two beds and a coffee machine
But there are groceries to buy
And she knows she'll have to go home
Another ditch in the road
You keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Wonder how I ever made it through
Another bruise to try and hide
Another alibi to write
Another lonely highway in the black of night
But there's hope in the darkness
You know you're going to make it
Another ditch in the road
Keep moving
Another stop sign
You keep moving on
And the years go by so fast
Silent fortress built to last
Wonder how I ever made it
"How did you know to play that song?" asked a wide-eyed Draco Malfoy.
"I told you," Hermione said, "I didn't. That song makes me relax. Wait- Malfoy, do you know that song?"
"Yes, I do. I heard it for the first time the summer before sixth year, right after my father had been taken to Azkaban. It reminded me of how things were when he was still living with us. Mum and I were constantly running because he beat both of us so badly. It really got me thinking about how dif- why the bloody hell am I telling this to you anyway? It's not like you give a shit about me or my life!"
"But, I do 'give a shit' about you and your life. If we're going to be living together for the next year, I might have to."
"Whatever. How'd you know the song?"
"I heard it at a night club this summer. I danced the night away with a guy I had wanted to talk to for a long time. We hit it off, until I had to leave, that is. But, oh well. It doesn't matter. I just really connected with him. I wish I knew his name. All I ever found out was his nickname. It was—Oh! What was it? I don't remember, but oh well." By now, Hermione had been seated for quite some time and Draco had just taken the seat across the compartment from her. Draco's watch beeped to signify that it was 11:00 and, less than a second later, the train lurched forward. The rest of the trip passed without much incident. Draco and Hermione found that the only times their compartment door was unlocked, was when the two of them were out patrolling the corridor.
At long last, the train pulled into Hogsmeade Station and came to a full and complete stop.
"Firs' years over here! Firs' years this way, c'mon!" rang an all too familiar voice as the Hogwarts students descended from the train and onto the platform.
"Hagrid!" called a delighted Hermione, running up to hug him.
"'Lo, 'Mione," grunted Hagrid. "I hear tell you been made 'ead girl an' all"
"Yes, Hagrid. I am head girl. How'd you recognise me?" she asked with a skeptical look on her face as she emerged from the hug.
"You're the on'y girl who'd ever gimme an hug like that. Now, 'Mione, 'ead on up ter your carriage. I got ter finish up rounding up the firs' years. Now, move it!"
Hermione left and found, much to her dismay, that Draco Malfoy was already situated in the carriage, ready to head up to the castle.
'I cannot believe that I have to spend the whole year with him. Egotistical bastard,' Hermione was thinking as she hitched a smile onto her face and took a seat next to him.
The carriage lurched forward when Hermione wasn't expecting it, so she wound up sitting across from Draco instead of next to him.
Without meaning to, Draco and Hermione wound up gazing into each other's eyes. Hermione got lost in Draco's icy blueish-grey stare and Draco in Hermione's hazel one. The two of them lost track of time and didn't notice until the carriage reached a sudden stop. Hermione was thrown forward onto Draco's lap, her face barely an inch from his.
"Ahem!" said a voice from the now open carriage doors. "I hate to interrupt such a lovely scene, but I was told to retrieve the head boy and girl."
"Professor Snape!" cried out Draco, pushing Hermione onto the floor. She was still in so much shock from having Snape burst in on them in such an awkward position that she didn't do anything about it.
They got out and followed Snape up to their dorm, passing the great hall on their way upstairs. They went up to the fourth floor and walked a ways down the corridor, past the portrait of Bella the Bashful, a beautiful witch with a bright crimson blush on her face. The next portrait over was of lovers snogging each other senseless.
"The password is 'The deadliest of all sins.'" Snape said, rolling his eyes and laughing internally at the password Dumbledore gad assigned.
The portrait hole opened and the three of them stepped into the elaborately decorated common room. It was mostly gold and silver with loads of black furniture surrounding the fireplace. On one side of the room, there was a gold door with a red handle that had 'HG' engraved on it and on the other side, there was a silver one with a green handle that had 'HB' engraved upon it. Snape lead them into the dining room and said, "This is where you will most likely be eating most of your meals. The two of you can figure everything else out. Good night."
Snape disappeared with a swish of his cloak. There was a moment of silence before Hermione said, "Well, I'm going to go freshen up."
She ran upstairs as fast as she could thinking, 'Oh, god. Do I really have to do this?'
A/N- Finally! The sixth chapter is up. I cannot believe it took so long. The next one might take a long time as well, but it will be worth it. I know that I have a lot of other fics coming up at the same time as this one, but almost all of them are on hold. Keep reviewing!
Balrog- a Lord of the Rings creature that is surrounded by fire.
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