Hermione's POV (Point of View)
"Mione stop pushing me. I'm going." I shoved him quickly into our compartment, and with a fleeting glance back down the isle, I saw as his compartment door was shut.
I walked into the compartment, and shut the door quietly. I turned back around, to look at the confused expression on Harry's face. Ron just sat there huffing himself up, with his arms around his chest. Trying to play the victim like always. "Ron how could you? I thought you were more mature then that." I snapped at him. "For once I think Malfoy has more brains than you!" I reminded myself to breath, and then quickly put a silence charm on the door. I guess that came a little too late, for Ginny came rushing into the compartment, her face excited for gossip. I groaned aloud, and shut the door again. "Well, spill!" Ginny said grinning. "I want to know what poor Ronykins did to get himself into trouble. Must be big if Malfoy is more adult-like than Ron." Ginny grew quiet when she noticed she was on the receiving end of both Ron and mine's glare.
Harry sat there staring back and forth between Ron and I. Poor Harry he had no idea. Ron on the otherhand didn't even try to catch my gaze. "Well Ron, do you want to explain it to them, or do you want me to. Don't you even think about trying to reword it, or I'll have you for it." I could see as Ron slowly gulped, and I felt slightly satisfied that I could imitate him.
Ron quickly told the events with only a few mishaps which I cleared up. By the end of the telling, Ginny was glaring at Ron. Harry just sat looking puzzled. "It seems so odd, that Malfoy could ever say something like that. I am just having a hard time believing my ears." I nodded in sympathy. "I wouldn't have believed it either but I saw him, and you know what, I think he meant it." I said slowly. The memory replayed back through my mind, and I could see as those eyes of molten silver and blue swirled with unvoiced emotion. The emotion so deep I couldn't even read it. Yes, there was something very different about Draco Malfoy.
"Mione, Mione… Hello you there?" I jumped out of my trance to look at the concerned faces of my friends. "I'm fine." I quickly searched for something to pull our minds off a certain Slytherin. "So what do think we will be learning about this year? I mean I've read most of the books over the summer. But Dumbledore said our schedules might be changing." Ron and Harry both groaned, and Ron immediately went into whining, "Mione why do you do this to us, you're just setting me up for a bad mood. No one likes school." The words barely escaped his lips before I shouted out, "What, I happen to like school, maybe if you tried more you'd like it too." I grumbled to myself on how boys were stupid. "I like school." Harry said slowly, "It's the only time I can see you guys and get away from the Dursleys." Ron's voice softened, and he admitted, "Yea, I guess I like school too, but only because I get to see my friends." Ginny just sat there smiling like a goon.
She picked herself up from her seat, "You know you guys are weird, I'm going to go back over to Lavender and Pavarti." The malious glint in her eye didn't go unnoticed for Ron instantly yelled out, "Don't you dare even think about telling those gossip girls Ginny, or I'll hex you into next Tuesday!" The door shut behind her with a clink, as she gave a hesitant nod.
Draco's POV (Point of View)
I could only smile slightly as I heard Granger yelling at Weasel. I'm glad I wasn't at the receiving end of that whip, dang she could yell loud if I could be hearing her down the hall with my door shut. I will admit I was slightly lifted that Granger was saying that I was more mature than Weasel, but then I realized at the same time, she actually thought that I was immature. Well damn, I could see some of the truth in that. But I wasn't like that anymore. Stupid Ms. Thinks- She-Knows-It-All. Well I'd show her this year. I'd show everyone that Draco Malfoy was human, that I actually felt. That I actually held the mental capability to be myself.
I sighed putting my head in my hands. This would be a killer to try being the person I had hidden from myself for years. Damn you Lucius! I slouched back into the couch trying the wish way the tension that was tightly coiled in my back. Too long had it been there, a curse to remind me of my hateful past. Closing my eyes, just maybe I'd get some sleep.
Hogwarts
I awoke as I felt the train slowly come to a halt, and with all the hustle and bustle that was coming to my ears, I knew we were at Hogwarts. I quickly peered out the window, and off in the distance Hogwarts stood. The deepest black against the night sky. The lights from the castle peered out welcomingly, and I was slightly relieved that I was returning.
I quickly exited the compartment, knowing the house elves would deliver my luggage to my room. I darted past the Trio's compartment quickly, not daring to look in. I leapt from the train glancing towards the carriages that awaited its students. First years were being lead off by Hagrid, as they peered up at him in awe and surprise. I smirked remembering my first thoughts upon seeing Hagrid. I had thought for a moment that I was going to die, but being the pure blood that I was I just sneered in dislike, while silently praying that he wouldn't kill me.
I shrugged my shoulders shaking the memories away. But one always still jumped out at me from my first year. Harry Potter had refused my friendship. It always stung to remember. How could he pick Weasel over me? Might have been the fact my rude appearance spoke of arrogance.
I muttered to myself, easily avoiding the blocking students who stood in the way who were trying to tell their whole summer's events in a matter of minuets. As I rushed to the nearest carriage, I stopped upon seeing the Thestral. Its white blank eyes made the horse appear blind, but I could feel it watching me. When it turned its head, and gently smelled my face, I had the urge to high tail and run, but I suppressed the urge, and lightly rubbed the horse's muzzle. If a Thestral could nicker, I'm sure it did, because I more felt then heard it. With a last pat, I quickly entered the carriage, then turning around, I shut it softly. The carriage bounded off smoothly, and I almost eagerly awaited my return. But little did I know of the pairs of eyes that had watched my encounter with the Thestral.