Divine Vitality

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Harry Potter characters and such. Recognition and ownership of such belongs to the wonderful author, J.K. Rowling. (I love you!)

Chapter 2: The Tedious Ride

Written by melancholic orchid

This is crap. Draco peered blankly through the window as time and as the world sped away from him each dreary second of his life.

He could hear Crabbe talking to Pansy distinctively.

"Do you know who the Head Girl is?" Crabbe always asks the stupidest questions.

Pansy scowled. "Well unfortunately the headmistress selected Mudblood Hermione Granger."

Obviously she's Head Girl. "Speaking of the Head Girl," Draco said, interrupting their discussion, "I got to go see the Headmistress right now."

Pansy pouted. "Don't be gone for too long," she said in a baby voice.

"Fine."

Sliding through the open door, Draco, carrying his robes, treaded into the large room at the back of the train.

"Oh! Mr. Malfoy! You're here early. Please – take a seat while we wait for Miss Granger," Professor McGonagall said, astonished.

"Thank you."

"I must run some errands right now. I'm sure you'll be fine without my supervision. But you don't have to stay here right now if you prefer not to."

"It's okay. I'll be fine, thanks."

The headmistress left the premises, leaving Draco alone.

Hermione sat poised reading her new Transfiguration textbook, bidding to muffle out the constant jabber of Harry and Ron's Quidditch talk.

"Did you see that new Chaser, Donovan Rhodes, for Ireland?" Ron cried out excitedly, "He's even better than the previous Chaser!"

"Rhodes is so awesome! Did you see that moment during the game against Bulgaria?"

Irritated by the continuous discussion, Hermione closed her book and decided to change the subject.

"So, Harry," she began, "What have you been thinking about during the summer? Have you had any weird dreams or anything?"

"Voldemort. Life. My deceased family. Dumbledore. My future. That stuff," he answered uncomfortably, "And about the weird dreams, nothing yet."

"Sounds complicated all right," Ron said.

"Yeah, well – it is. So can we not talk about this right now?"

"But –" she griped.

"Please, Hermione. Let's not talk about it today."

Hermione released a weary sigh. "Certainly." She paused. "Well anyways, I got to go see Professor McGonagall for further instructions about being Head Girl. I'll see you two later then."

She hoisted herself off of the comfortable fabricated seat. Stopping at the door, she added, "The train will be nearing the school fairly soon, so I hope that you two will be dressed in your school robes by the time I get back."

Her friends nodded obediently. Waving, she slid the wooden door shut and strode through the long aisle.

I wonder who is Head Boy?

She progressed to the room at the rear of the train. The door was locked. Ugh…

"Alohomora," she whispered. The lock clicked inaudibly before she turned the knob, admitting herself inside.

"Holy shit!" a voice hollered. Malfoy? Head Boy? She immediately placed her hands over her eyes for she saw almost a bit much. Her cheeks flushed scarlet.

"What happened to knocking, huh?" Draco shouted, covering his bare body with his clothes.

"I-I am um, so-sorry," she stuttered, "I can l-l-leave if you want."

"What's the point?" he said icily, "You just saw me naked, didn't you?"

"Unintentionally!" she bellowed, still covering her eyes,

He scoffed coldly. "Just leave. Whatever."

Scowling angrily at him, she stormed out of the room. "Just open the door when you're done then," she said, slamming the door shut.

Ew. I just saw Malfoy almost naked. Speaking of Malfoy, why is he still here? Why is he Head Boy? Everyone knows he tried to kill – Dumbledore.

"Miss Granger, you're here!" Professor McGonagall said, "But why aren't you inside waiting with Mr. Malfoy?"

"He's, well – he's doing something right now."

"Oh." She stared at Hermione quizzically. "Alright then. I suppose we'll have to wait awhile. I just hope his business doesn't deal with –"

The door swung open revealing a cranky male. "Okay. You may come in now," he muttered grumpily.

Professor McGonagall stared perplexed from Hermione to Draco. Shaking her head, she commenced, "Here are your duties as Head Boy and Head Girl…"

Hermione slammed the compartment door open.

"Malfoy?" Ron shrieked incredulously upon hearing the news, "He's Head Boy?"

Hermione nodded despondently.

"You'll have to patrol the halls with him Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday nights. He'll probably hex you before any of you could stop some thieving idiot roaming the halls."

"That's not my beef, Ron!"

"Beef?" Harry questioned, "As in having steak? Steak is extremely delicious by the way."

Hermione chuckled. "No, no, Harry. I mean, beef, as in I have a problem with, or about someone."

"Oh!" Harry said, "– I so knew that."

"I'm sure you did," she replied sarcastically, "My problem is how they could pick Malfoy as Head Boy after we discovered he worked for Lord Voldemort and almost killed – Professor Dumbledore? What's up with that?" She turbulently kicked her Potions textbook, which was now lying flat open on the shaking floor.

"Calm down, Hermione," Ron said, restraining her from chucking Ron's bag of Bertie Botts Every Flavour Beans. He jerked the bag of candy from her strong grip, then popped a blue bean in his mouth. "Just calm down, Hermione. You're the smart one so you should be able to think up a logical explanation to this confusion. I know you can use your intellect to help you."

Hermione's mouth twitched into a small grin. Count on Ron on making Hermione feel better.

He slammed the door open which startled Pansy and his cronies. "What's wrong, babycakes?"

Don't you dare call me babycakes. "Just some disturbances prior to the conference."

"Like what?" Goyle asked.

"Would you believe me if I told you the Mudblood saw me almost naked?"

Pansy shrieked with jealousy. "That's not fair!"

"Hey, I had to get changed," he reasoned.

"You could've changed here."

"And give you the opportunity to watch me? Hell no."

"Then why did Mudblood get to see you?" she moped unhappily. One day, I'm going to smack that frown off that face of yours!

"Mudblood came at the wrong time."

"Oh."

Draco raked out through the window. A large castle-like building came into view. We're almost there. He swivelled his head to Pansy, Crabbe, and Goyle. "How come you three aren't dressed?"

Crabbe and Goyle shrugged flatly, grabbed their robes and walked off to change.

"I decided to wait for you to come back," Pansy sneered impishly.

"No. That's okay, Pansy. I don't want to see you change."

Before he could see her glower again, he walked out to join Blaise who happen to be standing right outside the compartment.

"Hey, Draco!" They gave each other a high-five. "Where's Pansy?"

Draco rolled his eyes. "She's in there – changing."

"That is hot!"

"No. Not hot. She wanted to wait for me so I could watch her strip herself."

Blaise laughed heartily. "I know. I was just kidding, man. I know how annoying she is to you. Hey, you want to get away from her for a while?"

Draco bobbed his head up and down vigorously.

"Come meet my new girlfriend."

They walked over to a group of girls giggling in the aisle of the train. "Esmera!" Blaise called out.

The girl with long, wavy, chestnut brown hair turned around. Her emerald eyes sparkled with happiness, seeing Blaise standing only a few feet away from her. So that explains why her name is Esmera. She looks like that gypsy, Esmeralda in that Muggle storybook I saw in the Muggle bookstore. As she trodded towards her boyfriend, Draco could see that she was extremely beautiful. Her curves were in all the right places and her cherry lips beamed.

"Hello, Blaise," she said sweetly. She quickly pressed her mouth to his.

Blaise wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him. "Draco, meet my girlfriend, Esmera. Esmera, this is my best friend, Draco."

"A pleasure to meet you," Esmera replied shaking his hand.

"Same to you."

They exchanged a few more pleasantries, talking and learning about each other. Not long after, Draco befriended the extravagant Esmera.

Once their conversation had ended, a friend of Esmera tapped her on the shoulder whispering indistinctively. Draco would tell that she had to leave with that down face of hers.

"Blaise, I got to go now." She pecked him on the cheek. "I'll see you later then, hun. Au revoir, Draco."

"Wow! What a knockout, Blaise!" Draco complimented, "When did you meet her?"

"On my vacation to Paris over the summer. While my family was touring the Notre Dame, I saw her in the church. My god, she was so pretty that I couldn't contain myself but to go ask her out. She's a gypsy and a witch, along with her family. It's actually really cool and her French accent is so hot, man."

The train stopped shortly.

"We're here."

A/N: Wow. Chapter 2 is done.

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Have a lovely day slipping into mud and getting your story plans all icky!

By the way, Daniel Radcliffe inspired the "beef" quoted by Harry. Thanks Crodo!