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A dark shadow, graced across the window to their compartment, a feeling of pure evil washed over them. A demintor touched the handle to the sliding door. a movement of shocked ran threw it, which it came in contact.
They looked at each other, worried, the so called demintor, kept trying to the door. It didn't want to leave, to another compartment. But why? Draco stared at Hermione, her face was set in stone, she didn't look at all worried or scared, but calm, like she knew what was going on exactly.
The door finally slid open, slowly. The demintor floated into the room, without haste. It went to Draco first, Hermione's eyes were closed. She opened them when she heard Draco's quiet yelp, her eyes turned deep gray once again.
She lifted her stone up, her hand seemed to be limp, but the stone pulsed brightly. Causing the demintor to look towards her, Draco, began to gain his breathe fully again. Her stared as the demintor seemed hypnotized by the stone.
A light a ray, of what seem to be purifying the monster. It stood back, slowly backing up towards the hall of the train, then with a burst of light the demintor was gone. And all but a pile of ashes laid in it's wake.
Hermione fell onto the chair, she turned to look at Malfoy, the monster seemed to have attacked him in the chest area. She felt her energy coming back to her, she stood, walking towards Draco. He didn't entirely seemed afraid, not of her at least. The blood from the inflected wound flowed down his chest.
She placed a cool hand on his chest, where the wound laid, pressing hard. She heard him hiss in pain, "Sorry," she whispered. With her free hand, she pulled out a handkerchief, and began to wipe the blood away.
The wound began to heal, it felt like a nice cool breeze on a spring day. He stared at her, as she stared at his wound, Something popped, and she looked around, before she turned back to Draco.
His head turned down to the cool sensation on his wrist. They watched as little lights twist and turned to form a band around his wrist. They watched as the lights formed a stone, it was a deep hunter green, and a silver sword, with a hunter green Baskalist twirled across it.
"What is it?" He asked her, looking up to her shocked face.
"It's a mage's stone. My parents and godparents have 'em. As do I….but you…you're not even of any of their blood…so why?"
"Mages? Are you saying that you're a mage?" She nodded to his question, as she continued with the healing process, after a few more minutes, it finally healed.
She pulled away, and he felt as if he had lost something dear to him. They stared each other in the eyes.
She wiped off her bloody hands, conjuring another napkin for him to wipe off excess blood. He fixed his shirt, before they both began putting on their robes. It was almost time they reached Hogwarts. They finished just in time when Harry, Ron and Ginny opened the door.
They all stared at each other, like baiting some one to talk first, " 'Mione, why are you here with Malfoy?" snarled Ron, looking at Malfoy with disgust.
"Why are you with Harry?" She back-fired.
"'Cause he's my friend, what does that have to do anything with Malfoy?" asked Harry, looking at Hermione with concern.
"Because she's my friend, is that ok with you Potter?" Draco counter, waiting for an answer, knowing he pulled the trigger.
"What!" questioned the other three, while Hermione nodded her head 'yes'.
"Is this true Hermione?" asked Ginny, her eyes begging.
Before she could even answer, Ron and Harry fired, " WE REFUSE that you can be FRIENDS with HIM!"
Hermione's eyes had gray specks in it, she didn't like to be told what to do, from some one who has no authority over her! "Ok, are you my parents? No. Are you my teachers?
No. Do you have any authority over me? No...So bugger off, you're getting on my last nerves."
And with that, the shocked three made their way back to their compartment. Draco stared at Hermione with fascination, she just told off her best- well not any more- est. friends!
"Am I really your friend Draco?" she asked him, staring him in the eyes.
"Yes," and they left it at that, not talking at all, until it was time to get off the train...
No body believed just one train ride could make a new, and even greater friendship, then any one expected.
"So tell me more about this mage's stone." He began.
"Well…." He voice trailed off, as they made their way to Hogwarts.
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