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Chapter Two- On The Hogwarts Express

As Harry, Ron and I continued walking through a sunny day at Diagon Alley, my thoughts were brought to the letter I received from Harry.

"Harry, so how was your trip?"

I could see it in his eyes that he was astonished that I had asked him such a question, knowing that I would be taken aback by not being invited. But I had made a decision, I was not going to loose our friendship because of a trip, I was going to act as if I didn't cared.

Harry straightened his face and hit Ron in the arm as if telling his to answer for him.

"It was bloody brilliant Hermione! You should have been there!" That was a big mistake to say.

I stopped walking and gazed at the two of them for a few seconds. Harry had closed his eyes, I knew he was wishing for me not to break down and start yelling at them; and Ron had just gulped. He had an 'I-wish-I-hadn't-said-that' expression on his face.

"Well, um, it doesn't matter! Maybe we can go all three of us together next year!" I replied trying to be as optimistic as I could.

Their faces beamed. They were glad that I wasn't mad. I laughed and I tried to continue walking without having an eccentric feeling that I was being followed.

...

I was sitting at a nearby table. I saw as the three of them walked delighted that Potter had a new broom. I rolled my eyes and paid close attention to what they were saying. I had a feeling they knew something about the death of my father, it was conspicuous.

I heard them talking about some sort of trip, and I am not dense enough to believe little Miss Granger was content about not being there. I could see it in her eyes. I could tell that once again mudblood Granger was left out by her believed best friends. I smirked to myself.

Granger. She was a girl, not a pretty girl. She had bushy brown hair, always up in a bun or with a pony tail. She was famous Potter and his side-kick Weasley's best friend. She was a know-it-all. It's simple; she was always buried in books, doing nothing fun. Always perfect! It annoyed me very much that she was a better student then me. That she got better grades, but I'd beat her this year. For father.

I stood up and continued buying my school supplies. And thankfully I didn't meet with the mudblood and mudblood lovers again.

By the end of the day, I was still in Diagon Alley, this time, I wasn't alone. My girlfriend Pansy Parkinson was with me. At 6:30 we left and went back to my place. My mother was in her room and didn't hear when I arrived. I led Pansy to the bottom floor. Nobody ever went there but me. The room was vast. It had a long couch and two armchairs. It was all decorated in green.

Pansy and I sat closely together on the couch; she lay on my chest and wrapped my arms around her shoulders. Since last year it had been this way. I could tell we were meant to be. It was exactly what I wanted. She was a Slytherin. Muggle and Mudblood hater, everything between us was perfect. I truly loved her.

I solely led my mouth to her cheek and kissed it. She lifted her head up and looked at me directly in the eye. Her mouth and my mouth joined as I wrapped my arms around her waist as she positioned her hands and arms over my neck and shoulders. My mouth traveled along her neck and I drew it up to her mouth again my mouth searching her mouth. A pattern grew between us. We stopped. We smiled to each other and she stood up.

"I've got to go. Father wants me to go you-know-where." She told me.

"Yes, I have to go there too. For your ceremony." I replied.

She smirked at me.

"Just make sure no one sees you."

"Of course I won't, I'm going to travel by floo to where he is hiding."

I draped my arms around her waist and we walked tightly together to the fireplace.

She grabbed some Floo Power and kissed my lips.

"Parkinson Mansion!" she yelled out and stepped into the fire disappearing.

As I saw her go away, I lazily sat on the couch and rethought of going to the ceremony. I haven't gone since the day my father die, I should go...or Master would be mad. Or, I think he'll be able to understand. I wasn't ready for facing him; he was like a second father to me. I grandfather. Something like that, he thought me everything I know about the dark life. I decided not to go, until I found a way to get revenge, I wouldn't step back in there.

I stood back up and left towards my room. It was fairly early and I would be doing nothing tonight. As I rested myself on my bed, I closed my eyes as I started to feel a vast pain on my right arm. I was used to it already, it's been happening since the end of the previous year. I placed my hand over where the pain was and held it tightly. After staying like this for 15 minutes, the pain stopped.

The house was now dark and cold, I heard a creak down stairs. I stood up and opened the door. Down the hall was covered in darkness, all I saw was a dot of light, coming from a wand probably. I started walking down the steps, when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me in a closet.

"Draco, where have you been all these weeks? The dark Lord is waiting!"

At first I didn't recognize the voice or his face. But after stepping closer I saw that is was my cousin Damien Malfoy.

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The rest of the afternoon was splendid, I had been once again with my two best friends, but every time they started talking about their trip or something they would do together, alone, I would get a twinge of jealousy in my mind. I dashed into my room jumping onto my bed. I stared at the ceiling, mindlessly thinking about my day. Crookshanks climbed on my bed and lay on my stomach. He crawled closer to my face and started nipping on my finger.

"Crookshanks...stop it!" I giggled.

Of course, Crookshanks would not respond me, but I had gotten the hang of talking to my cat.

I heard my mother enter the front door and into the kitchen, she placed her purse on the right chair of the table and then walked over to the sink and washed her hands. She dried them and then started walking upstairs to her room. I waited until she closed the door to her bed room so I could open the door and walk downstairs.

I saw a magazine lying on the kitchen table. I picked it up and sat on one of the chairs. I skimmed through it and stopped when I reached to a picture of Richard Gere. He was my all-time favorite muggle actor, he was wonderful and handsome. He was like my prince charming. I smiled to myself.

When I was a little girl, I remember I would tell my mother that my blue Prince charming would come on a white horse and take me away. All my mother would do was chuckle and tell me that I would have to settle with a doctor. I'd ignore her and keep my thoughts clear of what I wanted in life. Maybe it was because of this that I had no boyfriend, or even had one.

The times Victor Krum had asked me to be his girl, I, stubbornly had always refused. He just wasn't my prince in his shinning armor; he wasn't even what I would have to settle with if my prince didn't show up. Maybe I had not guy in my arms because I was looking for the right one, my one and true prince.

But out there, there was no one. No guy that deserved my hugs and kisses; no guy that was worth me crying for. Victor Krum was the opposite of what I wanted; he's rich, famous, stuck-up. He was a good friend, but no, not more than that. Maybe Harry would seem perfect for me, even though he's famous, he's not self-centered. But friends are friends, and no more than that and the same goes for Ron.

I sighed and placed the magazine on the coffee table. I stood up and walked over to my room, changed into my sleeping gown and slipped into my bed. It took me hours to fall asleep, and once I did, I felt different. I knew something was going to happen to me this year.

...

"Damien, what do you want?" I asked very irritated.

"Draco, you're joking right?" he laughed. "Ever since Uncle Luscious died, you haven't gone to any of the Ceremony's, the Dark Lord sent me to fetch you."

"To fetch me? So what am I, an item you can go and fetch?" I forced out.

"Get ready and let's go, he won't accept your tardiness." His slithery voice snapped at me. He sounded exactly like my father. And for some reason because of sounding like my father, it made me follow his orders.

I walked back to my room and got changed. Over my clothes I put my black cloak on and covered my head with it.

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As me and Damian walked along the cold streets, wind brushing along out faces, and no excitement in me. I hated my cousin, he was a wrench. Always in the way, in the centre of everything, everyone absolutely venerated him. Of course, I was not jealous...why would I, Draco Malfoy is jealous of him? I had everything I wanted...and I could get anything I want! I smirked to myself into the dark and looked around the desolated streets of London. Ever since I could possibly remember I had been walking along these roads. We reached a large ant wacky pallid white house, we stopped. Damien took the first step towards the house, then I.

He knocked on the door after looking around to see if anyone was watching. And old wrinkly man opened the door.

"Ah Damien the Dark Lord told me I should be expecting you anytime soon. Come in, come in." He smirked at us. He was an old follower of Lord Voldemorts, and everyone called him Rusty Flinch.

"Come 'round here to the fire. Just wait 'till the signal is fired, we need to be sure that none of them is watching."

When he said them, he meant the Ministry, the Auror's; doing this could cost our life, going to Azkaban, never coming out. I shuddered at the thought of even being there. We waited a few more minutes when a small pop sounded.

"Come, hurry; leave!" He almost shouted at us both.

Damien made me go first, I grabbed a handful of Floo Powder and shouted out "The Dark Lord", I stepped into the fire and felt a dizzy sensation as I traveled along the fireplaces. There was a sudden stop.

"Draco...it's been such a long time." A hiss whispered behind me.

I turned around and looked directly into the eye of my master. I bowed to him, to show him my faith and loyalty. I stood up straight again and heard steps coming behind me. It was Damian. I shuddered. Every time I saw him, or thought of him, I remembered my father...

"I told you Draco, I give no mercy, and you are supposed to be faithful to me...ALWAYS! You shall suffer letting me down. You were like my own son and you let me down!" Voldemort roared in my face, I was terrified of him. I trembled but looked at him straight in the eye. His words echoing in my head.

I saw a beam of red light coming towards me as a screeched in pain.

...

As the days slowly went by, nothing new. All the same, I started organizing my trunk to leave for Hogwarts. My homework was done, I had read most of the books I bought for my 6th year, and I was ready to once again go back to the magical world.

September the first. I woke up and it took me quite a while to get up considering that it took me hours to fall asleep last night. Once I managed to get off my bed and into the shower, I feel more relaxed about going back. I hadn't talked to either Ron or Harry since I saw them at Diagon Alley.

I packed my trunk into the back of my father's car and swept Crookshanks off the floor and held her closely to my chest as I walked to the kitchen to grab a piece of bread and went out to pack my trunk into my father's car. I leaned against the car's door and waited silently eating my piece of bread until my parents came out of the house. I saw them come out and my father locked the house's door and my mother walked down the front steps and to the car. She gave me a warm hug followed by a kiss, and then she sat in the front seat of the car.

Once my father concluded, he went into the car and started the engine, by this point I was already inside with my seat belt locked. The ride to Kings Cross was oddly quiet, the only sound heard was the every-now-and-then coughs my fathers would do to try and start a conversation. But I tried to resist as I sat quietly in the back seat.

It was always hard for me to say good-bye but I was determined that I wasn't going to cry a tear when I said good-bye them. We had been in the car for 20 minutes when I started desperately to look at my watch. 10:30.

"Ugh! Dad, we're going to be late!" I complained to him as he started speeding up in the high-way.

"I'm sorry hunny, but I can't do anything about it. I'm going as fast as the speed limit allows me. You are to always follow orders."

I rolled his eyes when he said this; I had turned out to be like him. No rule breaking, always studying, always! But after spending five years with Harry and the Weasley's I had learned to loosen up, just a little bit.

Ten minutes later we arrived at King's Cross, my heart started skipping as I saw my fellow Gryffindor friends enter the station. My father parked his car and I stepped outside first. I looked around, sun shinning in my face. My mother came around my and put her arm on my shoulder. I tried to pull away but my dad came towards me and lifted me up in a hug.

"Darling, I'll miss you."

"Dad...you're not letting me breathe!" I chocked out.

"Oh; sorry." He said loosening up a bit. I smiled weekly.

"Oh dear!" My mother sobbed putting both her hands up to her mouth. "My little girl is all grown up."

"Mother!" I whimpered. "This is the sixth time I leave to Hogwarts and you always say the same thing!"

"I'm going to miss you so much!" she cried, ignoring my comment. She got closer to me and pulled me into a great and big hug.

Oh great. Now I'm going to start crying! My tears started flowing down my cheek and I whipped them away quickly before anyone saw me crying. After pulling away from my parents, the three of us walked to the entrance of the Hogwarts express 9 ¾.

I said good-bye to my parents and stepped right in front of the wall that led me to the train. I took a deep breathe after looking around to see if anyone was watching me. I closed my eyes and started to run towards the wall. I opened my eyes and I was now once again going back to my favorite place in the entire world; Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

I smiled to myself and went up to the train to place my trunk at the bottom of the train. I stood on my tip-toes to see if I saw either Harry or Ron and after looking around everywhere, I gave up and went inside the train, settling myself at the back of the train in the same compartment as always.

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The rest of my vacation was the same, but now I was at Kings Cross station Platform 9 3/4 . I was finally going back to being myself again. No more boredom. Torturing Potty, Weasel and Mudblood. Laughed to myself and spotted my two cronies, which were bigger than usual today. I walked towards them and made them settle my trunk in the train and then we headed off inside the train to wait for the first years to come inside.

After waiting a few minutes we saw no first year. They must have been settled in their compartments already, but to our luck, we found Potter and Weasley and without the mudblood Granger. I smirked and motioned for Crabbe and Goyle to follow me.

"Potter, Wealey. Such a nice surprise."

"Stuff it Malfoy." Weasley said. I could tell he was getting fairly annoyed.

"Oh, poor ickle Weasley-kins going to hurt me? We don't you go over to your fat mum and cry. Your pathetic tears will get all over my robes!"

"Malfoy, I advise you to stay away or you'll get hurt." Potter yelled at me.

I laughed.

"Potter, you'll want to watch it. Won't want to faint and start hearing your mum again won't you?"

I was enjoying this very much. It had always been my greatest hobby to torture them. Especially to make Granger cry, the time I had done that. I smirked again.

"Malfoy, shut up if you don't want the same ending as your father." Potter snapped at me.

And once again they mentioned him. Him. The person I trembled every time I thought of him. And when he was alive my knees would get week when I saw him. I started sweating and I could tell my voice was going to get nervous.

"Shut up Potter. You know nothing, besides," I smiled again thinking of my reply. "You should shut up because your none-worthy parents both died. Probably trying to get away from you! Can't even keep yourself on a broom-"I couldn't continue speaking Weasley had thrown himself on me and was pounding me with his fists.

"Ronald Weasley!" It was a woman's voice.

Immediately, Weasley got off of me and stood up straight, Potter was holding him by his shirt.

"Hermione! What? Now you're taking his side?!"

"Ron, you're prefect you're not supposed to be doing things like that! You have to set a good example. A first came and told me what was going on! For heavens sake!"

"But-"

"But nothing! Come on!" She walked up to him and grabbed his shirt and pulled him away as Potter laughed at Weasley. The he looked at me; he gave me a quick smirk and walked away.

...

"Ronald Weasley! How could you do such a thing! You're supposed to set a good example. Beside, you were just lowering down to Malfoy's level. I thought you weren't that thick!" I said very matter-of-factly.

"Hermione! What else was I supposed to do? He was being such and arse!" I could tell he was very annoyed with me.

I ignored him and kept walking to the compartment prominently but silent. My attention was elsewhere. I was too overwhelmed that I had once again become Prefect. Just one more step closer to become Head Girl, my number one priority at Hogwarts school of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

We reached the same compartment as always. At the very back of the train where no one could bother us. I entered first and sat by the window and stared out at the empty pitiful sky. There was no sun out and it looked as if it was about to rain. I chuckled to myself imagining the first years having to cross the lake with Hagrid during a storm. I wiped that thought of my head and looked towards Harry and Ron.

"I still can't believe you Hermione. How could you not be agreeing with me? I'm tired and I'm not taking any Malfoy talk this year about my mum." Ron screamed at me.

I rolled my eyes.

"He's right Hermione." Harry whispered passively trying to be on his side but not making me feel bad.

Once again Harry was on Ron's side. He should now be able to see what is wrong and what isn't.

"Fine. Do whatever you want then! I have more important things to do than to be arguing with you both, for example, I have a reunion with the Prefects.

I turned around and stomped out of the compartment getting strange looks from students that had heard my loud footsteps along the hallway. I walked all the way to the compartment where the Prefects meeting was to be held; by the time I was there I was already relaxed and I was ready to discuss this year.

...

After the little quarrel I had the Potty and Weasel, I had walked to my compartment and had to listen to Crabbe and Goyle converse about the pathetic summer they had until Pansy came and we entertained ourselves for a few minutes until I had to leave for the dreary Prefect meeting.

I dreadfully left Pansy alone and walked away towards the front of the train where the meetings were held. When I opened to compartment door, there she was. Sitting alone, the one and only little miss perfect tag-along Hermione Granger. I snickered after rubbing my hands mischievously together and giving out a sigh of enjoyment.

"Well we meet again Granger."

She winced as se saw me.

"What do you want Malfoy? I'm not in the mood for your utter obnoxiousness."

I gave out a soothing, relaxed chuckle, which made her get tense and stiffen.

"What is it mudblood? You afraid of me? You think I'll hurt you?" I was slowly getting closer to her. By this time she had pulled out her wand and was standing up stiff looking at me helpless.

"Watch it Malfoy, I-I'll hurt you!"

I laughed harder.

"Sure." I wiped a strand of hair that was in my face. Hate had now surrounded me. I had sworn that I would make the trio suffer; I knew that she knew everything that Potter knew. I had now distractedly moved towards her. By the seems of her face, she looked terrified.

"Listen Granger, I swear that this year you'll change. For worst. You will suffer like you never did before. I know that you're hiding something so stop being that idiot know-it-all and face the facts, no one cares about you.

I could tell that those words were echoing in her head, repeating it. I got closer to her and placed my hand around her neck, she gasped for breath. I was ready to choke her to death. Just then the compartment door slid open and the head girl walked in. I quickly released my hand from her reach and started backing slowly away. I smirked at her and she shivered with fear.

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I slid down into my seat. Tears were slipping down my face. I was trembling. I felt so helpless and vulnerable. Everything around me had just gotten black. Never in my life had I been threatened. And the time came. My body felt weak and feeble. I couldn't tell anyone about this. Tears were falling harder onto my rosy cheeks, the head girl was already gone and she had taken no notice on my. Someone entered the compartment. It was Ron. I quickly wiped my tears away and stood up giving him a fake, week smile.

"Hullo Ron."

"Hermione, what's wrong?" He asked cautiously trying not to sound too concerned.

"N-n-nothing Ron. I-I'm going to the loo."

I rushed out of there, with Ron giving me a look of concern and apprehension. Now more tears were falling out.

I ran into the bathroom and locked myself in there. Why was my life so difficult for me? I had a strange feeling that it was on purpose. So I could learn a lesson. I tried to control my tears and wiped them away from my eyes and cheeks. I wet my face with water and dried it. I opened the door and looked around to see if anyone I wouldn't like to see was there. Once I was sure the coast was clear, I walked out and headed towards the meeting. It had already started so I quickly walked in and took a seat by Ron. He winked at me and I smiled back at him.

"I'm sorry." He mouthed. I nodded and returned to the meeting.

After the meeting was concluded, Ron and I walked back to our compartment. When we stepped in, we were both surprised to see a group of first years crowded around Harry, asking him for autographs and asking him questions about how he had once defeated Voldemort. I could tell that Harry was feeling a bit uncomfortable by being surrounded by them. But I just laughed and took a seat next to him, starring at his pleading eyes. And just when he thought nothing could get worse, the compartment door slid open and in came the Creevey brothers.

"Harry, Harry! Look over here!" Colin Creevey yelled at him. When Harry looked a shot of flash came out from and antique, old-fashioned muggle camera. "Hiya Harry!"

"Uh, hullo Colin, hi Dennis."

The group of first years turned around at once and looked at them. They all gave the Creevey's an enthusiastic, keen and fervent wave. Harry rolled his eyes and looked nervously and everyone. Ron chuckled and sat across from me and gave Harry a sorry-mate-I-can't-do-anything look.

I bit my lip and laughed at the whole situation until the compartment door opened and when I looked at who had come in my body felt as if everything went cold. I curled up closer to Harry and looked down at my feet.

...

I looked unswervingly into the eyes of Granger. But I just smirked at her and continued onto what I was doing there.

"What are you doing here Malfoy?" Weasley asked with an abrupt jump towards me. I saw Granger give him a composed look and he relaxed as he noticed what she was trying to say.

"Ah Potter," I spat, ignoring Weasley's comment. "Just couldn't resist yourself, huh? Famous Potty once again with the attention. Can't even go to Hogwarts without getting attention."

"You jealous Malfoy?" Potter asked me.

I stayed calm, looking directly into his eye. Not paying interest to the first years that were surrounding the compartment.

"Why would I be jealous of you, a cry baby? Ha! Never! I'd rather be jealous of a green pig than you scar head!"

"Malfoy, why don't you get a life seeming that you don't have one since you're always following us?"

This time it was the mudblood that spoke. I was rather surprised that after I had threatened her earlier she would be afraid of me. But instead she looked at me and showed no fear at all.

My lips twirled and I was ready to shut her matter-of-fact tone for once and for all, until that idiot boy Neville Longbottom stepped into the room and announced that we were almost arriving.

"Hiya Harry, hi Ron, hullo Hermione!" Longbottom pronounced. The captain said we're almost there. Just telling you all to go and change."

His head turned to my side and saw my eyeing him. He jumped a mile and slowly backed away frightened.

"Longbottom, that brainless pig."

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My temper was starting to grow worse. I just couldn't handle Malfoy anymore. Always meddling with us and making my life impossible. I had to one way or the other stop that for sure. I had no plan. But sooner or later I would come up with something and his idiot smirk would wipe of his face definitely.

He gave us a narrow eyed before he turned around and started leaving.

"C'mon Crabbe, Goyle. This unworthy air is infecting my blood." Malfoy said taking one last look at us before he walked away.

"Uh! I can't stand him!" I yelled out once I was sure he was out of reach.

"And we do? Guys, I've been through a lot lately and I'm not fussing about Malfoy. We have more important things to think about, for example about how exactly I'm going to stop Voldemort." Harry said showing not a least of concern of what I was feeling about Malfoy. Hatred. More than ever before.

"Oh, I'm sorry Harry; I just can't control my emotions. I'm so fed up."

"I can understand but come on Hermione, you're smarter than this. Ignore him!"

I nodded and sat back down next to Harry before I remembered that I had to change into my school clothes. So I jumped off the seat and out of the compartment.

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