Okay, so here is # 15... after this one I am going to start writing the oober long chapter sixteen... I swear, I have written it out on notebook paper and it has taken up 41 pages... like I said oober long. Anyway...

ON WITH THE STORY!

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Chapter Fifteen

A Train Ride and Yet Another Sorting

As I closed the train door behind me, the train instantly started to move. I jolted forward but was able to catch my balance, by grasping onto a railing along side the wall. Straightening myself, and brushing the wrinkles out of my robes, I began to walk the Hogwarts Express corridors.

I looked inside various compartments, and saw that near enough all of them were filled with students. After searching about twenty-five, I found one that happened to be completely empty. I opened the door and found it to be quite cold inside, and a loud rushing sound filled the room.

I peered around the berth, and soon found a small hole in the window.

"Gee I wonder why nobody wanted to sit here." I said shaking my head.

The train was separated into seven carts, one for each year, I was obviously sitting in the first years cart. Unfortunately for most first years they didn't know much magic. Unlike me who had been brought up under the direct teachings of my father. I knew quite a lot of magic for a first year, and was able to fix the perforation in the window with ease. Soon I was sitting in a perfectly normal compartment with nothing wrong with it, plus the fact that I didn't have those two oafs, Crabbe and Goyle, with me. Nope, it was silent, and it was lovely.

I sat sideways on the bench, with my back towards the wall, and my legs stretched out on the red bench. I put my arms behind my head and slowly closed my eyes, in ecstasy. I was thinking about nothing, but I could hear something in the back of my mind... it was church bells. I didn't think deeper into the bells, I just listened to them as I relaxed.

I relaxed for about ten minutes, until I heard my compartment door open, and I soon jumped up into a sitting position.

"Excuse me, but I have searched everywhere, and this is the only place with room, could I?" It was a medium sized (height wise) girl, with bushy hair, in fact it was quite uncontrollable. She had a large bag filled with books in it, and a large smile crossed her face. It was Hermione.

My face lit up with a large smile as I looked at my future wife. "Sure, make yourself comfortable."

"Thanks." She said as she sat down across from me and pulled out a pencil (a/n: I have decided that they can also use pencils as well as quills.), and a piece of parchment.

She turned herself into the position that I was earlier in, and was facing the window. She slowly began to sketch something, I had no idea what it was, and she obviously had no idea who I was, because the other Hermione would have never sat in a compartment with me, this I know for a fact.

"So Hermione which house do you want to be in?" I asked not realizing that she hadn't told me her name yet.

"How do you know my name? I never told you." She looked up with a questioning face.

'Quick think, Malfoy, think.' I thought, as I looked around the room.

Suddenly my eye caught her bag, with a small tag on it saying her name. 'Perfect.' I thought as I smiled. "It says it on your name tag on your bag. I'm Draco Malfoy by the way."

"Oh. Very observant, and nice to meet you." She said smiling. "I don't know, I heard Ravenclaw is a very smart house, but-" I cut her off.

"You don't want to be in that pansy house." I said harshly, yet jokingly.

"You didn't let me finish." She said smiling.

'God please don't let her say Gryffindor.' I thought with a grimacing face on the inside, on the outside I was still smiling.

"But I hear Gryffindor is a very promising, and noble house, to be in, so I think I would like to be in that one. But for all I know, I could be in Slytherin." She said looking back down at her sketch.

As much as it would have pleased me for her to be in Slytherin, I didn't see it happening, and just scoffed. "You a Slytherin, please."

I didn't mean for her to take this as an insult, but that is how it went down. "Excuse me. Am I not worthy enough to be in Slytherin?"

"That is not what I meant, but I have never now a..."

"A what a muggleborn, a mudblood? Well it just so happens that there has been many of 'my type' who has been in that house!" She yelled.

"That is not what I was going to say. I was going to say that you are not-" She cut me off again.

"If you say I am not smart enough to be in the house, then I will hex you into the oblivion!" She said.

Just then the door opened again, and Neville Longbottom walked in. My face suddenly went grim.

"Oh hi Neville." Hermione said with a smile.

"Hi Hermione, Trevor got loose again. Could you help me?"

"Sure, I'd love to help. Or am I not smart enough to find a pet toad Mr. Malfoy."

"That is not what I was going to say!" I bellowed.

""Save it Malfoy. Just leave her alone." Neville actually stood up for someone, wow that was a change, but then I realized that he was petrified of what I would do to him next.

"Fine. Get out." I snapped as I lay back down on the bench. The two left and I was alone again. "I was going to say you are too nice to be in Slytherin. You are not mean enough." I said out loud to myself, falling back asleep.

The train jolted again, and I fell off the bench. I had slept the whole way, thankfully I had my robes on, well my casual ones at least, I still hadn't been sorted. Part of me wanted to be in Slytherin again, but the other part said it was way too much work to keep up that reputation. Oh well we would just have to see wouldn't we.

We reached the boats, and I soon found an empty one. Where the hell were Crabbe and Goyle? Whatever like I gave a damn.

I got into the boat, and I soon heard a "Hmph." From behind me.

I turned around and smiled, when I found Hermione standing there with her arms folded.

"Hello, Hermione." I said happily.

"Hi." She said gruffly. "Look there are no other boats, and I need to get across the lake somehow, can I share with you."

"Sure." I said getting out helping her in. She didn't take my help and got in by herself. "Fine, fall in for all I care." I said harshly, completely forgetting my "accomplishment."

"I am quite capable of getting in myself, Malfoy." There it was that name that she called me, Malfoy, it was a hate name.

"Fine you little mudblood." I said, now the accomplishment was nothing to me. I could be nice, but I didn't have to be nice to her right now.

The boat ride was silent after I said this. I actually think she didn't hear what I said. We finally reached the castle, and I let out a large sigh. I saw her walk off, and she saw Neville who was talking with another girl. They became chatty, and then I saw two people I hated more than ever. Potter and Weasle-Bee.

'Be nice Draco, just ignore them, and they will ignore you.' I thought. Wow this was going to be difficult, and I still hadn't thought about how I would get out of the whole trying to be a deatheater thing.

Minutes later we were in the great hall surrounding the sorting hat. Hermione had been called up the stand. She sat down on the stool and McGonagall placed the ratty old hat on her head.

About ten seconds later the hat yelled out Gryffindor. She was happy, I could see it in her eyes, and not just her smile. She walked up to the Gryffindor table, and then after about five more people, I was called.

I sat on the stool, and McGonagall was actually able to place the hat on my head, before it could yell out something.

"So you have to be nice do you? And make an accomplishment, well those are hard tasks for a Malfoy now aren't they. Now usually I would put one like this in Gryffindor, but they claim you to be smart. Now usually I would also put one like yourself in Gryffindor, but let me challenge you and see you accomplish something in... SLYTHERIN!" the hat started talking to me, and then he yelled out my house. I wasn't that happy, but I was glad I wasn't in Gryffindor. Except for the fact that she was in that house, it would do nothing for me, plus the fact that my father would be livid, and probably kill me, not that I care about him anymore.

Dumbledore gave his traditional speech, and the feast began. I didn't eat much. As much as I was mad at her at this moment, I couldn't keep my eyes off of Hermione.

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