Chapter 1: Their Fatal Attraction
A/N: I, sadly, do not own any part of the Harry Potter name. This is just my dream of events happening in the next book. Please comment and tell me what you think! Suggestions welcome, too!
"I swear, if he calls her a mudblood once more, I'll make sure he'll never reproduce!" Ron's face became as flaming red as his hair. Malfoy had just insulted Hermione, and they hadn't even gotten on the train.
"Oh, it doesn't really bother me anymore," Hermione commented absentmindedly. She was too busy watching the blonde haired young man almost glide down the platform. She didn't even know what Draco had said to her. She was preoccupied, listening only to the sound of his smooth, but ice-cold voice.
"You ok, Hermione?" Harry had noticed she was staring off into oblivion and her eyes looked full of honey, glazed over and kind of glassy. She very quickly snapped out of her trance.
"What? Oh…I'm fine." She was desperately trying to remember why she watched him walk down the platform. While pondering, the whistle to board the Hogwarts Express blew shrilly. Ron, Harry, and the think Hermione boarded the scarlet train. While looking for a good compartment, the Gryffindor trio walked passed the hateful Slytherin. His usual goonies were nowhere to be seen.
Once Hermione sat down, her deep thoughts returned, shutting her out of the outside world. What am I thinking? Did I enjoy hearing Malfoy's voice? Do I…like him! Hermione could not believe what she was thinking. She couldn't be attracted to Malfoy. He insulted her and her best friends. He was a Slytherin and his father was a death eater. She couldn't be attracted to him. No matter how much she tried to fill her mind with negative thoughts about him, she couldn't drive the attraction away. She didn't know what to do.
Before she could block him out of her mind, his figure was in her head. His platinum blonde hair had become longer, darker, and messier. He had grown to 6 feet tall. His slate gray eyes weren't hollow, but full of something she couldn't identify. He seemed slightly bigger, a little bit muscular…wow. Wait! I can't think this!
"Hermione! Did you hear me?" The boy who lived seemed to be frustrated with his other best friend.
"Sorry, Harry. I didn't. What did you say?" Hermione was glad to be back in reality. Her thoughts were beginning to frighten her.
"I wanted to know if you've seen Ron. He was behind us while we were getting on the train. Now, he's nowhere to be seen. Why don't we search the train? You go one way, and I'll go the other." Harry sounded worried about his red haired friend.
"Yeah, ok," Hermione said worriedly. She turned right as Harry went left.
As she was checking all of the compartments for her friend, the thoughts of Malfoy left her. Well, that is, until she found him, surprisingly by himself.
Strange. This didn't seem as enjoyable as it normally is. Malfoy always had fun when he called Hermione a mudblood, but this time was different. She was different. Hermione didn't even react to what he was saying; she just stared at him with her eyes glazed over. She looked amazing. Wait! What was that! I could never like a witch like her! Malfoy didn't know what to do.Malfoy always had fun when he called Hermione a mudblood, but this time was different. She was different. Hermione didn't even react to what he was saying; she just stared at him with her eyes glazed over. Malfoy didn't know what to do.
"Where are Crabbe and Goyle when I need then?" The Slytherin prefect hadn't heard from his cronies all summer. He got on the train, found an empty compartment, and his thoughts returned to the bright Gryffindor. I can't tell anyone about this. It's just a crush. It will pass. He was hoping to convince himself that was true, but then she walked by. Her big hazel eyes met with his slate gray ones, but she turned away quickly.
Why won't she look at me? Draco didn't know what to think of this. He soon remembered how often he had insulted her and her friends.
"I need to make her change her feelings about me, but how?" The blonde was becoming frustrated.
"What's that, dearie?" the snack witch had arrived with her cart nearly overflowing with snacks and treats.
"Can you come back later?"
"Sure, dear."
Malfoy was alone with his thoughts once again, but he did not know what to do about them. He heard his compartment door open and instinctively looked up.
She was standing there in front of him.
