Like Shards Of Shattered Glass
Disclaimer:
I unfortunately do not own any of the characters or settings mentioned in this fan fiction. They belong to a very famous lady called J.K Rowling of whom I am very very JEALOUS! I wanna big mansion and lots of dosh! Grrrr………
A/N: hey everyone! This is my first fanfic so be nice. I'm using my favourite pairing and although the plot line may seem a lil' cliché, it does have a fair amount of twists and turns mixed in. So read and review! And of course………. ENJOY!
Chapter two is finally here! Sorry it took me ages to write.
Thanks to my first ever reviewer, "stfu it's Kaley" – it was short but sweet and made me finish this chapter. Hope it lives up to your expectations!
Like shards of shattered glass
Chapter Two: A welcome return
"Ouch! You guys!" Hermione granger almost collapsed under the weight of her two best friends colliding with her as they hugged her.
She grinned in spite of herself and gladly threw her arms around them in return.
"Hey mione how was Rome? It seems ages since you were at the burrow!" exclaimed Ron Weasley, who seemed to have grown at least five inches since her stay at the Weasley family home.
"It was great!" Hermione laughed as she hugged her friends again, placing a kiss on Harry's cheek, "So how are you two?"
The trio talked excitedly as they boarded the Hogwarts express for their final journey to Hogwarts, the school that had easily slipped into the category of home away from home over the last six years.
Hermione struggled under the weight of her trunk as they began their search for an empty compartment and Harry, seeing her struggle, picked up her case along with his. Hermione eyed him in concern – that trunk was heavy! But Harry shrugged, "all that quidditch practice" he grinned, "You need a lot of strength if you want to fight off one of Fred's bludgers".
Hermione smiled weakly back. She knew it wasn't quidditch that had made Harry so strong. Ron's letters had kept her informed of Harry's continuous physical training over the summer. The impending confrontation with Voldemort seemed to be eating away at him. Hermione sighed; if increased strength and stamina helped soothe Harry's worries then all she could do was support him.
They found an empty compartment near the back of the train and busied themselves storing their trunks in the over head lockers. It wasn't until they had settled down and the train was in motion that Hermione decided to tell the boys her news.
"Head girl!" Ron and Harry threw their arms round her for the second time that morning as Hermione beamed up at them. She pulled out the shiny red and gold badge and pinned it to the front of her robes.
Just then the door of the compartment slid open,
"you know granger you should really make up your mind on which of these brainless dimwits you want".
Draco Malfoy leaned against the doorframe of their compartment, his malicious drawl was unmistakeable, "it's only fair when their both throwing themselves at you", "god knows why though" he muttered under his breath, loud enough for the trio to hear.
Harry jumped to his feet, pulling out his wand. Ron copied him a moment later, though with a slight red blush to his cheeks.
Malfoy laughed at their predictable reaction, "Sit down weasel, potty, i'm here for the mudblood"
He smirked as the two boys jumped to their feet yet again at the use of his unsavoury address of Hermione.
"McGonagall wants to see us in the heads compartment at the front of the train"
And with a final malicious glare at Ron and Harry, who were gaping at the recently acquired knowledge that Malfoy was head boy, he swept out of the compartment.
Hermione grimaced at her friends, shrugged and followed Malfoy down the dimly lit corridor of the train to the front cabin.
He's gotten taller too mused Hermione as she contemplated the boy in front of her, who was stalking down the corridor as if he owned it, the train and quite possibly the universe itself.
Draco Malfoy refused to look over his shoulder and see if she was following. He knew she would be, she wouldn't keep McGonagall waiting.
He brushed a stray strand of his white blonde hair out of his face and narrowed his eyes at a giggling first year that was running up and down the train aisle. He smirked as the girl paled and meekly slipped into the safety of her compartment. He still had it he mused; Malfoy was still a respected name.
And one to be feared.
Draco stopped abruptly as he reached the heads cabin and fell forward slightly as Hermione crashed into the back of him, unaware that they had reached their destination.
"Watch it mudblood" snarled the Slytherin, turning and fixating his glare on her.
"Oh shut it, ferret boy" Hermione instantly retorted, an angry red tint to her cheeks
"Quiet! The both of you!" Professor McGonagall's voice boomed from behind the squabbling pair.
She pushed past them and into the compartment, muttering under her breath as she went. "Don't know what Dumbledore was thinking! A Slytherin and a Gryffindor! Its suicide! Complete suicide!"
Draco raised one perfectly arched eyebrow at his teachers' ramblings. Hermione rolled her eyes at him and pushed past to take a seat opposite McGonagall. Draco seated himself as far away from both of them as possible and crossed his arms.
McGonagall tutted under her breath, "it's no use sulking Mr. Malfoy, professor Dumbledore expects you two to get along".
Hermione grinned slightly to herself as Malfoy got told off.
"And you miss granger!" McGonagall turned her attention to her brightest student, "I did not expect you to sink to Mr. Malfoy's level!"
Hermione looked distinctly abashed at this observation and Malfoy took this as his cue to smirk at the reddening head girl.
"Sorry professor" whispered Hermione and McGonagall nodded her acceptance.
"Now, I have a few announcements to make to the pair of you" McGonagall started,
"Firstly your roles in the school are of the utmost importance to the teachers and the students of Hogwarts. Therefore you are to set an exceedingly high standard of behaviour, hard work and most importantly, ability to partake in inter-house relations".
She paused and eyed the pair beadily who were still glared murderously at each other, "this means you will have to find a way of getting along"
She paused for a second time and grinned evilly.
"Especially as you'll be sharing a common room….."
"WHAT!" both Hermione and Draco had sprung to their feet in outrage at these words.
"Sharing……" Hermione cried, she felt faint.
"A common room!" Draco finished.
"NO WAY!" both of them concluded together, sitting down, backs to each other.
The professor sighed, "there's no debate on the matter I'm afraid, heads have been sharing a common room for centuries, it creates, if only an illusion of, a united front",
She gathered up her papers and re-adjusted her hat,
"I will see you both at the sorting feast, try not to kill each other, Good day" and with that she apparated with a "pop".