Scars of the Past

Flashback

Hermione stepped off the vibrating steps of the Hogwarts Express and started dragging Harry and Ron over to one of the brick arches of Platform 9 ¾. She turned to them with tears welling and a sad smile on her face. They stared back at her with confusion in their eyes.

"I'm going to miss you guys, you know that right?" Hermione asked while hugging them each in turn. She pushed her frizzy chocolate curls behind her ears and smiled a bright smile. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have broken down like that. Honestly, I can be such a sentimental sometimes." She hugged them each again and turned to walk away.

"Oi! Hermione! Come back here!" Once more, she turned. (There's a lot of turning involved in sentiments. Ok, so I can't find a better verb. Sry!) The tall, lanky red-head she loved platonically was calling her back for something. Curious, she slowly ambled the few yards she'd walked back towards them.

Once there, she looked at Ron with question in her eyes. He blushed furiously before turning to Harry mumbling, "I called her back here, you do the rest."

"Honestly Ron, I can hear you!" Hermione drawled with a lopsided grin. She turned to Harry. "Is there a reason I am keeping my parents waiting, Harry?" She flashed another smile and he knew she was kidding.

"Erm... Ron and I wanted to give you something. Nothing special really. Just something for looking after us all these years and hopefully remaining friends next year and longer." Harry took in a lungful of air, having said all of the above in a single breath, he did need oxygen after all! With that, he pulled out a small black ring box and placed it in her outstretched hand.

She opened it and let out a girlish squeal. Inside was a beautiful gold ring with amber and crimson colored garnets. She gave them each a hug and kiss on the cheek, Ron turned a color rivaling that of his hair, and put it on her finger. She looked down to admire it and glanced at her watch while doing so.

"Oh Godric! I was supposed be at the bu- I mean, meet my parents five minutes ago! I love the ring! Thank you so much!" She once again turned on her heel and raced off, grabbing her trunk and cat cage on the way. Harry and Ron looked at eachother and gave the other matching eyerolls. They said their goodbyes and went their seperate ways , Ron to find his trunk and Harry to go meet the Dursleys.

Hermione burst through the arch to Kings Cross Station (is that it? i can't remember.sry) and ran smack into a broad chested young man. She looked up with an apology on her lips but when her eyes found his face, her expression of guilt turned to one of disgust. Gray eyes met brown eyes, each as cold as the other. She pulled herself to her feet and picked up her things. She started walking away towards the end of the station where there were very few people from the Muggle or wizarding world. She heard the steady thud of Draco Malfoy's footsteps behind her and chose to ignore them. She reached the end of the walkway and turned to confront him.

"Malfoy, just what do you think you're doing following me?" She placed herself into a defiant stance with her hands on her hips, now that she had some, and feet firmly planted with her hip cocked.

"I just came with a message for Potter. Do be a mudblood and tell him that if he ever tries hexing me again, he'll have more than The Dark Lord to worry about. And somehow I don't think he wants anymore dead friends, do you?" Draco drawled with his sexy smirk.

Before Draco could move a muscle, his right cheek was stinging furiously. That little witch, no pun intended, had slapped him, no, backhanded him! As she turned on her heel and stalked off with disgust written on her face once again, he brought his fingertips to his cheek. He brought them in front of his face when he felt a warm sticky fluid cover them. Hermione's ring had cut his blemish-free face when she had slapped him. Furious, he heatedly muttered a simple healing charm for the cut, pointing his wand at his cheek.

Draco watched the long black stretch limosuine pull up to the curb of the station and stop. He walked over and the door opened, while climbing inside he noticed his reflection in the tinted windows. There was a tiny raised scar where the cut had been. That spell should have taken care of that. Hmm...

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NEXT CHAPTER:explain why the scar remains and will involve an owl involving Hermione's distress in the past.