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Recap - Standing there, we were looking at each other, but a few feet apart.

"Malfoy," said the boy from Raymont.

"Maddison," I replied.

Then we pulled into a tight embrace.


Chapter 6 – Arrivals and Encounters

Draco's POV

Once we parted, I said, "Well, it's nice to see you. What's it been, four years?" I smirked. Gabriel Maddison had been a friend of mine when I was younger. He was from one of the most prestigious wizarding families. He was the definition of pureblood. I hadn't seen him for a few years, since we were about fourteen or something. He used to come over the manor often, because our fathers were friends. Though I'm almost positive that his father isn't a Death Eater.

Gabriel sat down near me, although a couple of his friends went to the Gryffindor table. One was tall with sleek black hair and light blue eyes. The other was extremely tall and thin, and I mean, bony. He had glasses and his straight black hair went down to the middle of his ears. I couldn't say it was short, but it wasn't long either. He had a very long thin nose, although he also had a very long thin face too. Actually, I'd have to say everything about this boy was long and thin. There was only one word to describe him: odd. Gabe and I started to talk, and boy did we have a lot to talk about.

"Wait…" I said, after a moment. "Who is that girl?" I asked, pointing at a tall girl, who had just walked into the room.

"Oh, that's Jesabelle Hopkins. I wouldn't want to get near her right now, though, because King Arthur and I kind of pissed her off."

"Who's King - never mind. Well, she sure is pretty. And she's a Hopkins. That's a plus. I mean, they are a pretty well know pureblood family. Do you think I stand a chance with her?" I said, very fast, and obviously annoying Gabe.

Hermione's POV

I was starting to wonder where Jesabelle was. She told me she was coming, but I hadn't seen her walk in. There were two boys from Raymont who sat at our table. One was really very good looking. He had beautiful, super black hair, and it was really shiny. He had light blue eyes, which is unusual. I've never seen blue eyes so light before. He smiled at me, and from then on I kept my head down, staring at my plate, only looking up to check if Jez was here. The other boy was odd. He was extremely tall, and too thin. Way too thin. But he ate a lot of food! It was strange. He had black hair, and it was almost like a bowl cut, except it just wasn't. Maybe it was an inch or so too long to be considered a bowl cut. Besides, his head wasn't the right shape for it to be. He had brown eyes and he always wore a strange expression on his face. When Ron asked his name, he said it was William Arthur James Johnson. The third. You can't forget the 'third'. That was very important. Then Ron asked what we should call him, and he said to call him 'King Arthur'. He got more than a few odd looks from those sitting around him, and then the doors flew open and in walked a girl.

She was tall, and thin. She had a pretty face, and very long hair. It was brown, with quite a lot of highlights. There were black ones, very light blonde ones, and almost white ones. They were all mixed, and oddly enough, her hair looked pretty. She had blue eyes, and a nice smile, although she wasn't wearing it. She was also wearing muggle clothes. She had on loose, almost baggy jeans, a black sweatshirt, and Converse shoes. That made me giggle. Almost every head was turned in her direction.

Spotting me, she walked over. "Why are you giggling, 'Mione?" she said, obviously upset about something.

"Well, it's just those shoes. You have them in every color, but you always wear the same ones. Oh and hello," I replied. She sat down.

"Hello to you too."

Everyone at our table was staring at her. She gave them a menacing glare and they all went back to eating.

"Um, who are you?" Harry asked.

"Jesabelle Hopkins, pleased to meet you," she said, shaking Harry's hand.

I smiled. She seemed strange though. Tense.

"Um, Jez, why are you wearing muggle clothes?" I asked her.

"Stupid Gabriel Maddison, and this idiot here," she said, pointing at William, um, Arthur, um, well…King Arthur, "threw my trunk off the train before we left. They were trying to play a trick on me. But the train left before I could go get the trunk, and now someone has to go back and find it!" she said. She was obviously very angry, and I was almost afraid for King Arthur. I didn't know who Gabriel Maddison was, but luckily for him he obviously wasn't at our table.

"Forgive all who have offended you, not for them, but for yourself," said King Arthur calmly. He didn't seem to be afraid of Jesabelle's wrath, but he did seem to be quite a loony.

Eventually, when Jez calmed down, she started to be civil, and I could tell that everyone thought she was cool. The Raymont Headmistress called all of her students to follow her. I'm pretty sure she was showing them their quarters.

About half an hour later, the Great Hall was almost empty. Even Harry and Ron had left, so I decided to get up and leave. I was walking through a corridor a couple of minutes later, when I tripped. But before I could get up, I heard a voice.

"Um, do you need some help?"

Looking up, I saw the boy with the stunning black hair. My face flushed, and I'm sure he noticed. He held out his hand, and helped me up.

"Thank you," I said, looking down. I paused, but then kept going. "My name is Hermione Granger," I said, my face definitely bright red by now.

"Adrian Rosewood," he said, a smile on his face. "Well, I better be going, but I hope to see you around."

He walked away. I, on the other hand, didn't move. After about a minute, I heard a drawling voice, and, looking up, saw Draco Malfoy.

"Wow Granger, you look sunburned," he said maliciously, laughing.

"Shut up," I said, starting to walk briskly, back to the common room.

"Sorry, Hermione, I didn't mean it."

"Yes you did."

"Yea, I did, but can I ask you something?"

"What?" I snapped.

"Well, um, you know that girl you were hanging out with?"

"What? Jez? What about her?"

"Well, I was just wondering, um…"

"Just spit it out! I don't want to waste more time then necessary in you're presence, you git!" I said. He was annoying me beyond reason.

"Is she, um, single?"

I almost laughed.

"Yes, Malfoy, why?"

"None of your business, mudblood."

"Oh, so we're back to mudblood, eh? 'Cause a minute ago I was Granger, and before that I was Hermione…"

"Whatever. No matter what I call you, you're a mudblood."

"You disgust me!"

"You disgust me!"

"You're both dimwits!"

"Huh?"

"Huh?"

I turned around, and saw a boy with absolutely gorgeous curly blonde hair. It was tied into a ponytail. He had beautiful grey eyes. They were different from any other eyes I have ever seen. There was just something about them, actually something about all of him, that made my knees go weak. I kept my composure though, and stood straight up, not falling over. I would have though. I didn't move. If I did, I might have actually fallen over. But who cares. This guy, I had never seen a guy look more like an angel. Never. He was incredibly handsome. Wow.

Anyway, the boy walked over to me.

"Gabriel Maddison," he said, holding out his hand. I shook it. His touch was warm, and comforting. I then decided that this boy was perfect. Yup, he had to be. His name sounded familiar. I then realized I had read about his family in numerous books. He was a pureblood.

"Hermione Granger," I said quietly.

He released my hand, and walked over to Malfoy.

Draco's POV

Gabriel walked over to me.

"So Draco, I didn't think you one to annoy pretty girls. I would think you'd be snogging them. But I haven't seen you for a while, so maybe you've changed," he said, laughing.

I flipped him off, but Gabriel kept laughing.

"What makes you think she's pretty?" I said, but inside I knew she was.

"I don't know, why don't you take a look at her," he responded.

I turned around to see a bright red Hermione. She was even brighter red then before. I don't know why she was red. It was probably for some obvious reason, but I have no clue.

"Well, she looks like a bright red apple to me," I said. I don't know why I said this. It was really stupid, but it was kind of funny, I guess. I knew Gabe wouldn't appreciate it. He laughed sadly. At me though, not at what I said. We had been both been brought up to be polite and courteous to women. But for me, Hermione was different. I think it was because she had always been better at me, at everything. No matter how I tried, I was always second best.

"You know, Draco Malfoy, you are so blind sometimes," he said, walking away.


Did you like it? Please, please, please review. I do need some encouragement to write more! Oh, and my charachers for Gabriel came from a lot of different things, but a lot of him appearance wise is kind of like Heath Ledger in the Patriot, with the blonde hair and what not. But not entirely. I created him in my mind, and he kind of reminds me of Gabriel in the Patriot. Funny how the names are the same. I didn't even think of that. But I've always loved the name Gabriel. Nevermind. Just review, PRETTY PLEASE! WITH A CHERRY ON TOP:)

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