Author's Note:
First of all, I'm glad some of you like my story, and I hope you keep reading and reviewing! And now, I must say, sorry this chapter is so short, but I fit all I needed to say in it in a small amount of words, so I hope you enjoy!
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Chapter Two – A Seperate Person
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After he had finished all his business with Andrew, the driver, Draco took one last look at the Malfoy Manor, and apparated to Platform 9 at Kings Cross. He checked his watch, which said ten fifteen. Draco sighed and looked around. He really didn't think that any of his friends, or rather, his father's friends' children, were going to be here, versus Platform 9 and ¾, so he looked around casually and walked up to the barrier between platforms nine and ten, and slipped through.
The scarlet train stood gleaming, but there was barely anyone there. He knew from experience that everyone arrived at the last minute. Literally. He looked around to see if he knew anyone. They all seemed to be first years, anxious to get to school. He routinely tried grabbing the cart that trailed behind him, but realized that his driver had already been here and loaded his trunks onto the train.
Draco took one last glance around to make sure he didn't see anyone, and headed for the train. Once inside, he was about to go find a seat, but remembered the letter he recieved from Hogwarts saying he had been appointed Head Boy. He soon realized that Hermione Granger, would most likely be Head Girl, but shrugged it off. He wouldn't mind if she just stayed out of his way and business. Except when she would annoy him, he would show her that he was a grown man and was not to be bothered, and hopefully she wouldn't bother him anymore. Hopefully.
He looked about the carriage doors which had signs who sat in which one. Train Nurses, Train Detention, Prefects, and finally Head Boy and Girl. He slid the door open, and looked at the racks and was glad to find that the trunk with the robes he would have to change into later was on the rack.
He sat down below the rack with his trunk and looked out the window. His breath steamed up the window, so he leaned back and rested his head against the back of the seat. He closed his eyes. He wanted to sleep, but didn't know why. Maybe it was because he had nothing to do. He opened his eyes and stood up and reached for his trunk. He opened it and took out a book. Hogwarts, a History. He thought it was about time he read it, so he took it from the library at Malfoy Manor. He flipped through the pages until he go to the first page of actual writing and began reading.
Time slipped by and the door to the carriage slid open and Draco looked at who stood in the doorway. Granger. He looked into her brown eyes, as she stared into his grey ones. Hate filled both of them and Draco was about to say something rude, but didn't because he thought it wouldn't be a good idea to get Granger angry at him, especially since they would be living together for the next ten months. He checked his watch. Ten fifty. He brought his eyes back up at Granger. He looked her up and down, and when he finished taking her in, he went back to his book.
Well, she looked like... a woman, Draco thought. She wasn't wearing her usual school robes, but a tight fitting blue sweater and jeans that hugged her thighs. Draco coughed out loud at his thoughts, and shook his head. Mudblood Granger. That's all she was. He smiled to himself, thinking about the distorted thoughts that had just run through his head.
He heard Granger put her suitcase on the rack above the opposite seat and heard the seat creak as she sat down on it. He looked up from his book. He couldn't concentrate on it now that Granger was in the compartment. He threw the book aside and slid a hand over his face. And took a deep breath and sighed. He glanced at Granger and saw her twisting herself to see the cover of the book Draco threw aside.
"Oh, you're reading Hogwarts, a History? It's a fascinating book, I didn't know about half of the things written in there when I first read it. Well, actually I didn't know any of it, and of course you know why," She paused, and glanced at Draco, but when she saw that his face had no reaction to her talking, she plowed on, "I'm glad you decided to read it, no one really cares, but you can really learn a lot from it, and it even helped me in classes a bit! And it kept Harry and Ron from doing stupid things, too, or crossed out some possibilites, like apparating..." She paused to roll her eyes. For some reason, Draco wanted her to do it again, but she didn't she just kept on talking. Draco tuned her out, and decided not to stare at her, but at the cover of the book.
Soon, Granger's background noise annoyed Draco, "Will you just please, shut the fuck up!" Granger looked at him, confused, "And I didn't just say fuck..." he added, as he realized that he decided not to curse anymore, because some people became offended by it. He looked at her, and she looked on the verge of tears.
"Sorry." He mumbled.
"Sorry? You could have told me you didn't want to hear what I had to say!" She paused again, but the tears in her eyes disappeared, "But, then of course, you are Malfoy, I wouldn't expect anything better!" She turned her head sharply and stared out of the window.
"Granger, I'm not an idiot, it wasn't my choice to be born a Malfoy, it's dead stupid, and it wasn't my fault that my father was biggest idiot in the world, it's just the way it is, so, please, do not tell me that the reason I'm behaving this way is because I'm a Malfoy, I'm better than that." Draco said, heatedly.
"Yeah, you're better than everything, you git." Granger retorded, still not looking at him. It looked like she was trying hard to avoid Draco, as though she was trying hard to resist a delicious treat.
"Granger..." Draco said, in a warning tone.
"Yes, would you like to say something?" She said, to the window.
"Yes, actually I would," Draco paused to choose his words, "I wouldn't be saying anything, if you hadn't talked to me in the first place. It just annoys me that people think I am my father. I'm not. I'm Draco. I'm someone different. So if you could all just shut up about the fact that my last name is Malfoy, everything would be okay, but since you won't I have to tell everyone that I am a seperate individual from my father, and I think seperately. Especially now, when thank the world, he's dead. I would like to be known as the Draco who minds his own business when he can and not some nasty git." Draco said, calmy, but through gritted teeth.
Hermione coughed, but didn't say anything. She glanced at her watch, "It's one o'clock, we have to patrol the halls." Was all she said as she got up and opened the carriage door, waiting for Draco to follow her.