A/N: This question has nothing to do with my story, whatsoever, but I was just wondering if any of you noticed George had two ears in the last movie. It just bothered me. Anyway, on a spur of the moment kind of thing, so I'm going to keep writing and probably end up posting the first three chapters today… Yeah :P
Draco's P.O.V:
Damn. Granger's in the Great Hall, there goes my isolation. It was too early for this crap, so I just walked over to the Slytherin table and sat down, staring at Granger. Her head started moving back and forth slightly as she started to fall asleep and I laughed, because it just looked so adorable.
Her head jarred up and I panicked, not sure if I could be horrible to her right now even though I knew I had to try.
She glared at him, "What do you want, Malfoy?"
"To be in the same room with a filthy Mudblood. That just makes my day." I sneer at her, but it really does when it's her.
She stopped glaring and rolled her eyes, "It's too early for this, Malfoy, will you just leave me alone? I have too much to deal with right now without you mocking me this morning."
She's a Mudblood, Draco! Stop thinking about her like she's actually a person. "What? Does it hurt your feelings, Granger?" I smirked at her.
"Actually, it does. But I wouldn't expect you to understand that, since you don't seem to have any, Ferret." She crossed her arms and watched me. Merlin, Granger, you don't know how much I wish I didn't.
I really wasn't in the mood for being an ass, so I just shook my head before propping my arm up on the table and resting my head on it. I closed my eyes and hoped she wouldn't be suspicious about me not keeping up with the mockery.
I open one of my eyes partially to see if she looked surprised enough to tell Scarhead and Weasel. She didn't, just somewhat suspicious and had her arms crossed on the table and her face slightly buried in them, staring at me.
Since I had nothing better to do, I stared right back at her, wanting to see which of us would look away first and just wanting an excuse to openly stare. She stuck her tongue out at me and I made a face back. We continued making face at each other for a few more minutes and I was starting to enjoy it.
I actually started wondering what would've happened if we would've kept talking that first day on the train, if I'd defended her. It seems Granger's thoughts were straying to that too.
"What happened?" She looked at me with an expressionless face and somehow she knew that I would remember and know what she meant by those two words.
"Lots of things." She didn't know what I was talking about and it was going to stay that way.
"What? Like my boobs got bigger and so did your ego?" She asked, trying not to smile.
I looked at her chest then back at her face, smirking, "Sorry to be the one to tell you, Granger, but they didn't." She just stuck her tongue out at me.
"No, I'm serious, Malfoy. I want to know what happened." She walked over to the Slytherin table cautiously and sat down in front of me.
"Things changed." I was avoided her eyes, trying not to look into them.
"Then why doesn't it feel like it sometimes?" I was so surprised that I actually looked at her and when I did my breath caught in my throat. I stood up quickly and glared at her.
"There was never anything to change, you filthy Mudblood! It was a mistake to even be around you! I couldn't wait until you left and took your filth with you!" She looked like I'd slapped her and her eyes started watering. Oh, Merlin…
I practically ran out of the Great Hall, not wanting to see her cry. She didn't deserve any of that. I walked until I found an empty hallway that seemed like no one would be down there for a while and sat down against the wall with my head in my hands, my mind going back to that day.
Ooohhh, FLASHBACK!:
Father had dropped me off an hour early, so that he could do something for work, because that always came first. Whether it being a Death Eater or for the Ministry. I had been sitting next to platform 9 ¾ for a while before I saw a confused girl standing in front of it, looking from platform 9 to 10 and then back to her ticket.
She started to crumple it up and was mumbled, "I knew it was too good to be true…" I quickly stood up, I'd always hated when girls were upset, and walked over to her.
"Looking for platform 9 ¾?" I asked, if she wasn't a witch, she'd probably think I was crazy.
The girl jumped and looked at me with wide brown eyes, "Y-yes… Would you mind telling me where it is?"
I pointed at the column in between platforms 9 and 10, "There it is."
Her face fell, "That's a solid object."
I gave her a confused look, "No it isn't. My father showed me, it's right there."
She crossed her arms, "Why in the world would you think I could pass through a solid object?"
I walked over to my trolley and wheeled it back to her, "C'mon, just trust me. It's the right platform. If it makes you feel better, I'll go at the same time as you."
Reluctantly, she nodded and we both got a running start at the wall. The girl gave a loud squeak when we passed through the wall, obviously sure we'd hit it. When the impact didn't come, she looked around completely horrified.
"Told you." I smirked at her, something I'd perfected about age seven.
"Thank you," She said breathlessly.
"I'm Draco by the way, Draco Malfoy." I stuck my hand out to her.
"Hermione Granger…" She shook my hand and looked around; still having her hand in mine once we'd stopped shaking hands.
"Granger. That's an odd wizard name." I realized we still had each other's hands and let go, both of our faces reddening slightly.
"That's because it's not. I'm a muggle born." My face fell noticeably and she her worry level seemed to rise, "Is that bad?"
I took one look at her face and knew I couldn't tell her the truth, "No. It's not."
The girl – Hermione – smiled at me, "That's good. So, where are your parents?"
I sighed, "Mother had to go on one of her trips and Father had to work."
"Oh, I'm sorry about that." And she really did look like it.
"Yours?"
"Couldn't miss work. They're dentists."
"Dentists?" I asked, confused.
"Wizards must have dentists, how else do they fix their teeth?"
"Maybe something called magic." I waggled my eyebrows at her and smiled for the first time in months.
Her laugh was contagious and soon both of us were laughing until we cried. Probably more because we both seemed to need a laugh, not because it was all that funny. We sat on the ground and talked about anything we thought of for the next hour, for me laughing and smiling more than I had in the last four years.
People starting coming about an hour later and so did the train. We stood up so we didn't get stepped on. "Thanks for talking to me, Draco."
I liked the way she said my name. She smiled and I smiled back at her, "It was my pleasure. Nice to actually talk to someone for a while."
My face fell when I heard someone behind me squealing my name, "Draco!" Pansy threw her arms around my neck from behind, practically chocking me.
"Hi, Pansy." I said unenthusiastically.
She noticed Hermione and looked her over with a look like she smelled something horrible, "And you are?"
"Hermione Granger." I told her since Hermione looked very uncomfortable.
"That's not a wizard name, Drakey." She scrunched up her face even more, "Are you talking to a Mudblood?"
I'm pretty sure Hermione didn't know what a Mudblood was, but by the tone I'm sure she could tell it was bad.
"Does your dad know that you're talking to a Mudblood, Draco?" Her voice had grown cold.
I didn't think about that or the consequences. I put my guard back up, "I wasn't talking to it. Why would I talk to something as filthy as that?" I sneered at her and looked at Hermione like she was trash, "Move along and take your filth with you, Mudblood."
Hermione looked confused then hurt; as she turned around I could see she was already starting to cry. I wanted to go after her and tell her I didn't mean it, that she wasn't filth, but I couldn't. Too many problems it would cause and too many consequences.
Pansy was trying to be all over me, but I just wasn't in the mood to deal with her, "Get off, Pansy!" I snapped at her and jerked away.
"Draco," My father said coldly as he looked down on me, always looking down on me, "that's no way to treat a young lady." He put his (cough, pimp cane, cough) cane on my shoulder and I knew I'd made a mistake.
"He was befriending a Mudblood!" Pansy, obviously angry with me, blurted out.
"A Mudblood, Draco?" The (pimp) cane was digging into my shoulder slightly now.
"N – no. She wasn't." I was able to mutter. I'd never seen him this mad.
"Her name was Hermione Granger. She even knew she was a filthy Mudblood!" Pansy just kept going. I had no idea how mad my father could get, so I was petrified.
"Would you excuse us for a moment, Pansy? I'd like to talk to Draco." My father asked kindly. Once she was gone he whispered in my ear sharply, "We'll talk about this on your Christmas break, Draco. Make no other mistakes until them. And make sure you act how a Malfoy should." He straightened up and said at a normal pitch, "Have a good year, Draco. Make sure to write your mother and I." And with that he was gone, leaving me to wonder what he meant when he'd said talk. I knew how he could be with the house elves when he was mad, but I didn't know what he'd do to me.
And make sure to act how a Malfoy should. His voice echoed in my head and I did as told: Acted as a Malfoy should and I have.
I sighed, wishing I could find Granger and apologize but there were still too many consequences. More now than then.
Hogwartians started swarming the hallways to get to the Great Hall so they could eat breakfast and I went only because I had to act like a Malfoy. I didn't eat anything since every time I tried I felt sick. Seems it'll be one of those weeks.
Hermione's P.O.V:
I walked out of the Great Hall a few moments after Malfoy, silently crying. As I was walking slowly back to the common room, I heard sobs coming from a classroom nearby. Curiosity won over my sadness and I peeked in to see who it was. Surprisingly, it was Neville. I walked in slowly, still crying slightly. We both opened our mouths to ask if the other was okay, and I'm not even sure which of us started it, but next thing I know we're hugging each other and crying for reasons unknown to the other.
A/N: Hope you liked it, a little too serious for my liking, but I'll make sure the next chapter will have some humor, if not all. I'm making her closer with Neville in this one, just 'cause I love him so very much. He is one of the most adorable and amazing characters in the series. I need Neville in my stories or else it won't be as fun to write. :P You know you agree. Please review.
Morbid.