Chapter Two
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He stood outside the compartment, waiting.
As she left, he took the ward down. He frowned slightly when he saw her look back. He watched as she greeted her friends and as they hurried away together.
Blaise went to a carriage where Draco, Pansy and Millicent were. He nudged Dracoas hetook his seat.
"Let's just go."
"What about Blaise? Shouldn't we wait?" Pansy inquired, looking towards the platform for the missing Slytherin boy.
"He'll be fine. Let's go," Draco repeated, somewhat impatiently.
Pansy wanted to continue arguing, but Millicent shook her head.
Once at the castle, the girls left whispering to each other, plotting more like, leaving Draco to walk a bit behind them, seemingly alone.
"What's this about?" he hissed, hoping no one would see him whispering randomly to thin air.
"Did you notice anything when I set up the ward?"
"Besides Granger staring at you like she'd never seen magic before, no."
Blaise retreated into his mind.
Only a few people turned to see Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini walk into the Great Hall, interrupting the Sorting. One of those few was Hermione. She watched them, justfor a moment, before turning back to the Sorting Ceremony.
Draco watched as Blaise subtly held his charm and caused the Sorting stool to float several inches about the ground. He was staring hard at Hermione.
Draco followed his gaze and saw her wince as the stool rose.
Blaise carefully watched as the girl covered her eyes. Again, he frowned.
The stool gracefully dropped back down and McGonagall continued, choosing to ignore the incident.
The last child came forward. McGonagall had to hold the trembling boy down so he wouldn't leap up and run out of the room.
The hat barely touched his head when it cried out, "SLYTHERIN!"
No one but the teachers clapped, and reluctantly at that. They all stared in shocked as they watch the boy walk towards the table uncertainly. Only Malfoy voiced what they were all thinking. "How the hell…"
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Hermione felt the stares, but couldn't turn. The stool was glowing so bright that the spots had returned, dancing across her vision.
"You okay?"
She only nodded her head to answer Ron.
Hearing the stool hit the floor, she risked a look. The silver light was thinning until ithad evaporated completely. Hermione glanced towards the Slytherin table where the stares were coming from.
One averted his gaze acting as if he never looked; the other caught her eyes and bore into them as if looking into her very soul.
She couldn't look away.
She fought with herself, willing her head to turn back to the Sorting.
It didn't.
"SLYTHERIN!"
Blaise turned sharply, looking at the boy who had just become a member of his House, breaking his stare with Hermione.
Realizing she could move again, Hermione quickly turned away to watch the small boy scurry away from the stool.
Hermione was speechless as the small boy made his way to the Slytherin table. She heard Malfoy's comment, surprised to hear him voice her thoughts.
Harry turned to give her a questioning look, only to have the same confusion returned. He got the same response with Ron.
Dumbledore said a few words of welcome and, with a wave of his hand, the food appeared before them.
Ron, for once, forgot about his stomach in his shock, "Wasn't that kid a Muggle-born?"
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"Before I go insane,
Don't need you to explain,
Don't want your sympathy,
Gotta tell you finally,
Before you walk away,
There's something I need to say….
I didn't want you anyway." – Hearsay 'I didn't want you anyway'