Hermione Granger sighed softly as she looked bleakly out the compartment window. Harry and Ron both had girlfriends, and no doubt were off in some corner somewhere, doing goodness knows what.
Hermione had been slightly less lucky in the relationship department. Her letter-romance with Victor Krum had ended last year, and the boyfriends that she had gone out with since then had all been lacking something. Even Victor Krum had been missing something.
She always ended up breaking the relationship after a week or so, disgusted with the unlucky boy for some reason or another.
The compartment door opened, and Hermione looked up in surprise. Standing there was Draco Malfoy in all his glory. Hermione glanced up at him, curious as to why he was just standing their, with no insults on his tongue.
"Hello, Malfoy." Hermione said in a casual voice.
"Hello, Granger. Mind if I take a seat?" Malfoy's voice was cultured and smooth, and Hermione was ashamed to admit that it sent shivers up and down her spine.
"Sure. I assume that you're Head Boy?" Hermione replied, not able to control the small tremor in her voice.
Malfoy's eyes gleamed, and she knew that he noticed. His mouth twisted into a smirk, but it was lacking its usual malice. He took a seat directly opposite her, his knees almost touching hers.
"Where is your usual posse, Malfoy? I would have thought the Slytherin King would want to be surrounded by his devote followers in his last year at school." Hermione asked, trying to subtly figure out as to why he was in her compartment.
"I found their conversation to be dull and uninteresting. Pansy kept trying to undo my shirt, and Crabbe and Goyle drooled in the corner. I thought to myself: Granger is sitting all alone in the Heads compartment, and I would be doing both of us a favor if we could actually carry a conversation. However spiteful it might be." Malfoy was outwardly smirking now, and Hermione now saw exactly what he was doing.
"So basically I'm your entertainment for the train ride?" She asking in a scathing tone.
"That would be it." He said mockingly, his arrogant posture practically screaming 'I'm better than you'.
Hermione rolled her eyes and went back to staring at the window. She tried her hardest to ignore him, but when he all the sudden stood up ad sat next to her, she looked at him in alarm.
"Malfoy, are you high?" Hermione asked in a frightened tone. He was much bigger than her, and his Quidditch muscles were dauntingly displayed through his black shirt.
"Well as a matter of fact, I had a shot of firewhiskey before boarding the train. But it's perfectly legal for us now, so I have no idea why that would affect anything." Sitting this close to Malfoy, Hermione realized why he was the fantasy of every straight girl at Hogwarts. She smelled his cologne, which was undeniably masculine, and his gray eyes were bottomless, sucking her in. Hermione felt her heart speed up.
Malfoy seemed to tell she was affected, because he smirked, but this time it was a sultry, sexy smirk that was probably only reserved for girls he was about to shag.
Hermione almost melted there on the spot, with him being so close to her.
He leaned even closer, his nose almost touching hers, his breath ghosting on her lips. Hermione grew warm just waiting for him to touch her. She knew he was going to probably kiss her, but at that moment she didn't care. She just wanted her lips on his.
Malfoy took a deep breath and plunged his lips down on hers. Their lips entangled together, and Hermione instantly gave in to the pleasure. He toyed with her lips, gently nibbling on her bottom, and moving to her top. He delicately pryed apart her lips and entered her mouth. Hermione was on fire.
Hermione was shocked. As she was kissing Malfoy, she realized that the special 'something' that the other guys had lacked wasn't missing in Draco Malfoy. But after this realization, another one followed.
Something was stirring in her. Hermione had no idea what it was, but it wanted to come out. She opened her eyes, worried.
Malfoy, noticing she was distracted, opened his eyes.
He lept away from her, fear in his eyes.
"WHAT THE HELL, GRANGER!"
"What?" She asked, puzzled.
"Your eyes! They've gone purple! What's up with the tattoo?" Malfoy's eyes seemed fixed on her face, as if transfixed.
Hermione pulled out her wand and conjured up a mirror. And screamed.
Her eyes were now a deep purple, and were slightly larger. Hermione had a fleeting thought that they looked faintly like Japanese anime eyes.
But the most astonishing feature was the prominent tattoo that covered the area under her left eye and over her cheekbone.
It was black, with swirls in it. But the part that disturbed her was this: the swirls were moving. They traveled around her face, and swirled around each other. And every 5 seconds or so, some part of the tattoo would shimmer.
Hermione stared at herself for a few seconds, shocked, and fainted. She was out before her brain could register that Malfoy caught her as she fell.