"Wake up Granger," a voice above Hermione said lightly. She decided to ignore it and snuggled deeper into the warm cloak draped above her...Wait....Cloak? I haven't even changed yet! Her eyes popped open and she remained very still. "Granger? I know you're awake. Get up. We arrived," Something blunt began poking her in the head. She glanced up to see Draco prodding her head with his wand.
"Malfoy!" she shrieked, throwing the cloak aside. She looked at it to see the Slytherin embalm, along with the Head Boy badge above it. "Why did you put your cloak on me? And what do you mean we arrived? I didn't even read the book!"
"Well, halfway through the ride, I decided to change. I came back in and couldn't handle seeing your disgusting self anymore so I decided to cover you up to prevent myself from going blind. And yes you idiot, we just arrived. And as for the book, you didn't miss much. Just simple common sense and anyone with the brain of a third year. However, if you doubt your intelligence as I do, then you are more than welcome to read it," Hermione grabbed the cloak, crumpled it up, and threw it at him.
"You haughty little ferret," She growled. Malfoy caught the cloak and held it up as if it were a dirty rag.
"Ugh. Mudblood germs. Scourgify" the cloak fluttered and Draco put it around her shoulders. "Change in here. The hallways are much to crowded for you to get to a bathroom," He smirked at Hermione's cry of shock and opened the compartment door. "And I'm leaving now. So don't worry, I won't see you naked. Not that I want to. I have high standards for my women," Hermione growled and pushed him out the door.
"And your 'high standard' woman lacks the intelligence to find a decent human being to spread her legs for within the first ten minutes Malfoy. I wouldn't call that high standards. In fact, in the Muggle world, we call them skanks. They're filled with disease and have a tendency to shag any halfway decent looking person whenever and wherever. You're nothing special Malfoy. In fact, you are nothing more than a wallet," to this, Draco shrugged.
"As long as I get what I want. And I don't shag filthy Muggles anyways, so I guess I don't have to worry about their filthy problems," Before she could retort, Malfoy shut the compartment door. With a groan of disgust, she pulled down the shades and quickly changed into her school uniform and robes. After gathering her things, she opened up the compartment door and pushed through students to get outside. Upon seeing McGonagall and Draco, she ran to them.
"I'm so sorry Professer, but I fe-" she began. McGonagall held a hand up, and Hermione immediatly closed her mouth. Drack snickered and McGonagall narrowed her eyes at him.
"No need for excuses now. I trust that you've read the book. Now, I need the two of you to go keep the first years and the transfer students in line. Them being new, are more likely to listen to their fellow, older students rather than the teachers. There will be two boats that won't be accompanied by teachers. One of which contains the transfer students, another will be a fist year boat. Each of you will take one, and be in charge of that boat. Go along now," As Draco and Hermione walked towards the group of new students, Draco spoke.
"You take the exchanges, I'll take the first years," he said. "That last thing the poor little boogers need to see is prudish, stuck up bookworm as their leader," Hermione was immediately filled with rage and annoyance. She was fed up now.
"And I'm pretty sure they would love to see an arrogant, cocky, son of a Death Eater controlling their boat! You take the exchanges. At least they'll be able to defend themselves," Draco growled in anger, pulled out his wand, and pointed it in her face.
"And they want the boring hideous little Mudblood bitch as their representation? Go with the exchanges. At least they can throw you off the boat and leave you to drown," In a flash, Hermione had her wand out, and pushed his arm aside as she pressed hers against his chest.
"Going to hex me now are you? I'm not taking any of your garbage anymore! Try to hex me Malfoy, I'll have you turned into a ferret before you can spit it out! Go ahead! Try!"
"Malfoy!' Harry's voice yelled in the distance. Hermione could see he and Ron running out, pulling out their wands in the process.
"Now, Mr. Malfoy, is that anyway to treat a lady? Surely someone with high class like yourself would know how to treat a one," a soft voice in a Bulgarian accent said from behind Hermione. Hermione turned around to see the same man she had met at the candy shop.
"Alik! What are you doing here?" She said in shock. By now, Ron and Harry had approached Draco and pointed their wands at his head. Draco smirked and lowered his wand.
"Ahhh. Falun. Here for your next prey now are you?" Hermione lowered her wand and glared at Draco.
"Go to the first years," she said. "I am not wasting my time arguing with you any longer," Draco pushed Harry and Ron aside and began to walk towards the mob of first years.
"Watch yourself Granger," he yelled to her, as he turned to walk away.
"That vile disgusting little git!" Hermione cried. "Can you believe him?"
"If he lays a wand on you again Hermione I will hex his balls off," Harry said through gritted teeth. Hermione rolled her eyes.
"I can take care of myself. You two don't need to show up whenever Malfoy decides to start a fight," she said. "Now both of you get going. The carriages are loading up,"
"Aren't you that guy we met at Honeydukes?" Ron asked, bringing his wand up a little. Harry, noticing this, raised his. Alik smiled.
"Yes. And I remember you too. Ron your name is right?" Ron narrowed his eyes and nodded. Alik responded by laughing. "You can put your wand down Ron. I'm not going to hurt anybody," Harry put his wand away and extended his hand. Ron lowered his wand, but kept it firmly in his hand
"I'm sorry, I've never met you before," Harry said. "My name is Harry. You are?" Alik firmly shook Harry's hand.
"You don't have to tell me who you are. I know already," Harry gave a sheepish smile. "I'm Alikzander Falun," he continued. "Alik for short,"
"Pleasure to meet you. You're an exchange? Why would you exchange here?" Harry asked.
"Yes, an-" He was interrupted by Hermione, who stepped forward and pointed towards the rows of carriges in the distance behind them.
"Harry, the carriges are loading up. We'll talk later. I'll meet you back at Hogwarts," After a quick hug from the boys, she watched then run back towards the carriages. After watching them enter one with the Patil twins and Lavender, she turned back to Alik.
"Do you know where to go?" she asked.
"Yes," he responded, gesturing to a group of students that looked to be around Ginny's age huddled by the dock. Two of them were girls and one of them was a boy. Hermione began to walk forward, and Alik followed, a little too closely for comfort. She ignored her nagging instincts and continued to converse with him.
"You're from Durmstrang right?" She asked. Alik nodded proudly.
"Yes. This is my last year. I'm assuming this is your last year here?" Hermione nodded.
"Correct. I am also Head Girl," she added. He looked at her with a heart warming smile.
"A wonderful honor I heard. I'm glad to know I'm friends with the best. Perhaps you could help me adjust?" he asked. Her previous uncomfortable feeling drifted away and was replaced by eagerness.
"Of course I'll help you!" She said with a smile. they approached thee group of exchanges. The boy had ruffled looking dirty blond hair with a strong, sturdy build similar to that of Aliks. He was a heart throb, sure to have the sixth years swooning. The girls were beautiful, one looking petite and pixie-like with wide brown eyes and long, caramel brown hair. The other one was a tall, voluptuous burnette with hazel colored eyes. The pixie girl, upon seeing Hermione, flashed a beautiful, toothy smile. She took a graceful bow, and extended her hand.
"You're the Head Girl yes?" she asked in a heavy French accent. Hermione gave her a polite smile and shook her hand. The girl, for someone so small, had a surprisingly strong grip.
"Yes. I'm Hermione Granger, Head Girl of Hogwarts an-"
"Oh Miss. Granger, you don't need to tell me who you are! On behalf of Beauxbatons, I would like to thank you for your part in throwing that horrific excuse for a wizard back into the pits of hell where he belongs!" she said excitedly, giving her a kiss on both cheeks. Heat rushed into Hermiones face. This was the first time that anyone had ever acknowledged her role in Voldemorts defeat, and she was completely unsure of how to reply.
"Ah...well it was no problem...I mean your welcome...I appreciate it," she stammered.
"My name is Dionne Hegan. It is an honor to be here with you at this lovely school. I remember coming here for the Triwizard Tournament! It's truly a wonderful place," she said with a smile.
"Yes it is. It's even more amazing to actually attend. One never knows what they will find here," Dionne nodded and pulled on the arm of the burnette. "This is Giselle. She's a year above me...your year," she said. The girl gave Hermione a strange look.
"Head Girl huh? And a hero? Swell," she said darkly. Hermione gave a look of surprise and glanced down at the girls left arm. "No, I am not Death Eater. But I don't like your kind. Dionne, let go of my arm," Dionnes mouth dropped open and surprise.
"Giselle!" she cried. Giselle gave Hermione a dirty look and sauntered off. "Miss. Granger I can't apologize enough...I thought she was over this! I'-"
"Oh it's fine Dionne. The war has only been over for a little more than three months. Prejudice isn't going to end that quickly. Please call me Hermione. No need for formalities," Dionne gave Hermione a hug.
"Thank you Hermione!" she said sweetly. Over her shoulder she could see the teachers and Draco loading up the boats.
"Come on everyone, lets load up," she called, putting on her formal voice. She walked over to the boy and held out her hand. "Hello, My name is Hermione Granger, your Head Girl. May I please ask for your name?" The boy smiled and held out his hand. As Hermione shook it, she noticed a strong similarity between him and Dionne. Like her, he had a small frame, similar features, and the same caramel colored hair.
"Of course," He said politely. "My name is Jacques Hagen. I am Dionnes younger brother, fifth year from Durmstrang. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said, lifting her hand and kissing it.
"Pleasure to meet you too. I'm sorry to say that we need to load up quickly so we can get the castle. On our w there we can all get to know each other a little bit more," he nodded and she watched him attempt to help his sister into the boat, only to have Dionne shoo him off with a smile, claiming that she could handle it. She turned around to see where Alik was, only to see him again standing behind her a little too close for comfort. In his hand was a white flower. She jumped in surprise.
"A pretty flower for a beautiful girl," he said as he reached up and tucked it behind her ear. Hermione blushed furiously and mumbled a flattered thanks.
"We should be getting into the boats now," she said. Alik nodded, and put his hand around the small of her back. He then walked her to the boat.
A/N: Sorry for the wait! The story in the next chapter will start speeding up just a little. Please review!