"HARRY! I can't believe you! You're my best mate! I trusted you with my sister!" Ron bellowed. Ginny, as Harry saw, had turned her head away from her screaming brother. Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn't let them fall. She opened her lips to whisper, and at first Harry heard nothing.
"Ron, please. Don't," she pleaded finally.
"Shut up, Ginny!"
"Ron, I- Its not how it seems... I didn't- we didn't- erm... I don't fancy your sister, Ron!" Harry finished helplessly.
"You have a funny way of showing it!" Ron shouted. "Come on, Ginny."
Ginny hung her head and followed Ron toward the door. She seemed utterly changed from a few minuted before. Harry could barely see a resemblence at all. He almost felt sorry for her.
"No, I'll go," Harry said, just as they reached the compartment door. "I'll just.... come back for my trunk later, then..." he sighed.
Hermione wrapped her cloak tightly around her shoulders and shuddered. She had swept from the compartment and out into the empty hall before hearing anything Harry had to say. She didn't need to. Words screamed through her head, but the only thing she could hear above the din of her own thoughts was the soft sound of the train whisking over the tracks.
She realized she had no idea where she was going, and had ended up in a spot on the train that she'd never seen before. It was something like a lounge car, and she was greatful for it. She sunk slowly down in the a puffed cushion near the window and looked out onto the foggy landscape outside.
"Did you get lost, Ganger?" a quiet, wickedly venemous voice permiated her thoughts.
"A bit," she answered without even looking up. The voice was familiar and she was sure that she didn't like who it belonged to, but she was still numb with shock and couldn't think clearly.
"I'm not surprised. Wouldn't expect anything less from a Mudblood like you," Ah... thought Hermione, it's Malfoy... I should have guessed. I should have guessed... I should have been more affectionate. I should have - her thoughts rambled on in her head, skipping from subject to subject. Tears gathered in her eyes and fell down her cheeks, and she turned her head in shame. She stared intently out the window.
"What's wrong, Granger? Potty and Weasel break up with you?" Draco asked, his voice a bit different than before.
"Shove it, alright Malfoy? Just sod off. I really don't need you to bother me right now... I'm thinking."
"That's terribly different from every other time I've bothered you. Come on, what's got you so down that you can't even insult me back? You see, the key to staying healthy is having a good enemy, didn't you know that, Granger? You have to hate me, it's good for you."
Hermione turned to face him, but he was now sitting on the other end of the pouffy window cushion, his hands folded in his lap. Hermione raised her hand to his face, gently cupped his cheek in her hand, running her fingers lightly over his bristly chin. He looked back, shocked but unmoving, and then she smacked him hard on the face with her free hand.
"Now... leave me alone," Hermione said sternly, getting up andstarting off down the corridor.
"That's quiet and arm you have there, Granger!" Draco shouted after her. She answered with a rude hand gesture. Draco grinned.
"She's rather fiesty, for a Mudblood."
"Ron, please. Don't," she pleaded finally.
"Shut up, Ginny!"
"Ron, I- Its not how it seems... I didn't- we didn't- erm... I don't fancy your sister, Ron!" Harry finished helplessly.
"You have a funny way of showing it!" Ron shouted. "Come on, Ginny."
Ginny hung her head and followed Ron toward the door. She seemed utterly changed from a few minuted before. Harry could barely see a resemblence at all. He almost felt sorry for her.
"No, I'll go," Harry said, just as they reached the compartment door. "I'll just.... come back for my trunk later, then..." he sighed.
Hermione wrapped her cloak tightly around her shoulders and shuddered. She had swept from the compartment and out into the empty hall before hearing anything Harry had to say. She didn't need to. Words screamed through her head, but the only thing she could hear above the din of her own thoughts was the soft sound of the train whisking over the tracks.
She realized she had no idea where she was going, and had ended up in a spot on the train that she'd never seen before. It was something like a lounge car, and she was greatful for it. She sunk slowly down in the a puffed cushion near the window and looked out onto the foggy landscape outside.
"Did you get lost, Ganger?" a quiet, wickedly venemous voice permiated her thoughts.
"A bit," she answered without even looking up. The voice was familiar and she was sure that she didn't like who it belonged to, but she was still numb with shock and couldn't think clearly.
"I'm not surprised. Wouldn't expect anything less from a Mudblood like you," Ah... thought Hermione, it's Malfoy... I should have guessed. I should have guessed... I should have been more affectionate. I should have - her thoughts rambled on in her head, skipping from subject to subject. Tears gathered in her eyes and fell down her cheeks, and she turned her head in shame. She stared intently out the window.
"What's wrong, Granger? Potty and Weasel break up with you?" Draco asked, his voice a bit different than before.
"Shove it, alright Malfoy? Just sod off. I really don't need you to bother me right now... I'm thinking."
"That's terribly different from every other time I've bothered you. Come on, what's got you so down that you can't even insult me back? You see, the key to staying healthy is having a good enemy, didn't you know that, Granger? You have to hate me, it's good for you."
Hermione turned to face him, but he was now sitting on the other end of the pouffy window cushion, his hands folded in his lap. Hermione raised her hand to his face, gently cupped his cheek in her hand, running her fingers lightly over his bristly chin. He looked back, shocked but unmoving, and then she smacked him hard on the face with her free hand.
"Now... leave me alone," Hermione said sternly, getting up andstarting off down the corridor.
"That's quiet and arm you have there, Granger!" Draco shouted after her. She answered with a rude hand gesture. Draco grinned.
"She's rather fiesty, for a Mudblood."