A/N: i forgot to point out that this will be a Draco/Hermione story-my life wouldn't be complete without Draco, so for all of you Draco lovers out there, fear not, he's still the main character.*giggles at the awkward phrasing*
Chapter 2
Oh, what a childish prat
~Chimera~
We fall into the seat and I nuzzle into his neck. Who is this stranger that seems to know the whole extent of my aching? I wrack my brain to formulate a question…the same question I have already asked twice. But I don't. I know that if I push the issue further he will let go of me, and I can't have that just yet. I need this heat wrapped around me. I need to feel what I feel now.
The books that I most dearly love are filled with advance knowledge, but none of it helps me to understand this. How can I feel protected in the arms of a stranger? I have the feeling that he is indeed a Death Eater, but until he tries to kill me…I don't seem to mind.
What am I saying? This person probably murdered my parents, he probably murdered and tortured a whole lot of other Muggles. Do I really not care?
Maybe I do, and maybe I will turn him in, maybe I will do the right thing in the end, but for now…for now I am going to do something that I have never, not once done in my life done. I am going to be selfish. I am going to take advantage of what this person offers me without giving anything back. I am going to feed my dieing being and only after that will I do what is right and asked of me.
It seems like hours since we sat down, entwined together. I try to find the courage inside of me to face him, but before I even move a muscle the doors slide open and the foul and despicable Malfoy strides in followed by his cronies. He gives the stranger a furrowed glare before he replies with no humor at all.
'Well look here, the Mublood finally found someone that can stand the smell of her filthy blood.'
The stranger stands up and faces Malfoy. I can't seem to stop myself from thinking how less royal Malfoy seems in the presence of this boy…man. Their skin is the same pampered porcelain texture, their posture is equally perfect, but Malfoy seems dominated by the other's height. The knowledge that seeps from the latter's eyes only comes to emphasize the difference between them. Yes, he is a man, and Malfoy nothing but a child.
They look at one another with so much loathing that I shudder. Do they know each other?
'I would be careful with my words if I were you.' The stranger says.
Malfoy continues to stare at him. I can't help noticing the puzzlement in his eyes and actions. He was always one of quick replies. He always gave me a run for my money.
The stranger pulls me off the seat. We walk side by side to my compartment. We say nothing. And then, all of the sudden he disappears.
I stop dead in my tracks, mouth agape, eyes not blinking. It was impossible to apparate on the Hogwarts Express.