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Hermione, Ginny, Ron, and Harry made their way out of the train into the pouring rain. Luna ran off to find her Ravenclaw friends.
The carriages were lining up along the cobblestone road to the castle, waiting to be filled up by the students. Hermione looked around hastily for a carriage and signaled for Harry, Ron, and Ginny to follow her. Running through the storm with their hands over their heads, they hastily waited to be seated inside one of the carriages.
Just then Hermione heard a cold whisper behind her ear. "You're not going with your corny friends this year, Granger."
Hermione turned around to look up at cold, gray, eyes.
"What the hell are you talking about, Malfoy?" Hermione demanded.
Malfoy pulled a face that clearly said he'd rather die than to do what he was about to say.
"The heads have to share a carriage. Don't think I'm enjoying this anymore than you are, Granger!" Malfoy added hastily.
Hermione signed in a defeated sort of way and turned to her friends. "Sorry guys, I have to join that jerk in the same carriage."
Ginny looked at her pityingly. "Aw, Hermione!"
Ron was furious. "You're not going to survive to see the feast!"
Hermione laughed. Ron was always thinking about food, even in the worst of situations.
Harry merely grunted and slammed the door of the carriage. Hermione looked rather worried and added in a undertone to Ginny, "What happened to him?"
Ginny looked puzzled. She held a finger to her lips and said, "Well-he just had an attitude when I was talking about my boyfriend. The one that I dated this summer."
Hermione had a clue why Harry was so mad about that but decided to keep quiet.
Hermione slammed the door of the carriage in the same fashion as Harry did a few minutes ago. It wasn't going to be easy sharing a carriage with him, even if the ride was a mere twenty minutes.
Malfoy wasn't there yet. He was outside cuddling with Pansy. Not doubt apologizing for having to share a carriage with her; the same thing that Hermione was doing. Hermione sat and waited rather patiently, examining her fingernails. The longer he was held up, the better.
Hermione could hear Pansy simpering, "Aww, Drakie Pooh, you have to share a carriage with a Mudblood?"
Hermione ignored the last bit and crossed her legs.
Malfoy climbed into the carriage gracefully and pushed his disheveled hair out of his way. He turned to smirk at Hermione.
"Aww, are you sad that you can't sit with your boyfriend?" Malfoy laughed viciously.
"What? Are you sad you can't sit with Pansy the Hog?" Hermione laughed after Malfoy.
Malfoy gave her an extremely intimidating look before turning to look at the window.
Must have got his feelings hurt because I insulted his girlfriend, thought Hermione with savage pleasure. Serves him right…
Malfoy and Hermione rode to the castle in complete silence until the carriage halted.
"See you around Mudblood," said Malfoy provokingly. Hermione smiled a poisonous smile and said, "See you around, ferret," right back at him.
Hermione met Ron, Ginny, and Harry and the entrance to the castle, her cheeks flushed from catching up to them.
"I was calling you, Ron!" Hermione exclaimed indignantly. "How come you were ignoring me?"
Ron scowled. "I didn't hear you!" His face blushed crimson and he looked down at his feet.
The rain was pouring down harder than ever, like it usually does when they arrive for the start of term. Hermione wondered vaguely how pretty it must look from the view of the enchanted ceiling in the Great Hall.
Everyone slipped and slid to the Great Hall. Ginny ran into Hermione and Hermione ran into Ron and Ron ran into Lavender and Lavender ran into Parvati, who squealed. Hermione rolled her eyes and Lavender giggled.
The Great Hall was decorated graciously. Golden plates and goblets were gleaming on colored tablecloths and the sorting hat was fixed on the stool in front of the hall.
The Sorting ended by Wilson, Jasmine, Rita, Trevor, and Travis sorted into Gryfindor. The hall ended the last scatter of cheers while the gleaming plates began its feast. Ron was ecstatic.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry were just discussing that the homework would probably be as bad as the fifth year, with mounting piles of homework for their upcoming N.E.W.T.S.
Ron grunted despairingly through a glob of potatoes as Hermione shot him a reproving look.
The rest of the feast was coming to an end, as Hermione was becoming drowsy, as so was the rest of the Gryfindor table.
Dumbledore was finishing his speech and ordering the prefects to lead the first years.
Ginny complained as she sat up to lead the first years and added to Ron and Harry, "The new password is 'veritaserum'."
Harry and Ron nodded as Hermione followed them out of the Great Hall.
Oh yeah, I wouldn't be with Parvati and Lavender anymore. I'll have to share a common room with that idiot! Now I have to go meet McGonagall…
Hermione made her way to the Professor's office to find Malfoy already there.
Malfoy was listening to McGonagall and wincing at her words. Obviously whatever it was had to do with her because he shot her a glare as she entered.
"You're late Miss Granger," said McGonagall sternly.
Hermione apologized and McGonagall said to Malfoy, "Mister Malfoy, I'm assured that you will repeat every thing I tell you to Miss Granger."
Malfoy nodded curtly and turned around on one foot to the door.
Hermione had to run to catch up to him. Malfoy took no notice that she was there and Hermione sighed exasperatedly as Malfoy came to a halt.
"Where is the common room?" Hermione finally bellowed. Malfoy winced at Hermione's tone of voice but nevertheless ignored her completely.
The portrait that they came to a halt to was a Turkish princess with long, black, curly hair.
"Password?"
"'Friendship and Loyalty'" Malfoy answered with a scowl.
Hermione knew that was the opposite of what was on her or Malfoy's mind. This wasn't going to be an easy year.
(A/n yea… not exactly a cliffhanger. But trust me, this gets way better.
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