A.N.; Thank you to Aria for the review! It made me so happy that you loved the first chapter *squeals like a little girl* Please keep reading everyone and review so I know what you think and where to go with this!
Disclaimer; I, in no way, shape or form, own Harry Potter.J. K. Rowling is god when it comes to this and if I did own it why would I be writing this.
Chapter 2
The feast at the beginning of the year was always one of Hermione's favourite nights. And tonight was no exception. The Great Hall was lit up with hundreds of candles and the new first years shifted awkwardly waiting to be placed into their Houses. After the sorting hat had done its duty, Dumbledore did his yearly speech and many eyes glazed over. When he finished applause erupted more for him finishing rather than for the greatness of his words and finally food was laid out before them. Hermione noticed Ron's eyes almost popping out of his head when it was time to eat. God that boy was always hungry. She ate a fairly large sized portion for what she usually had and everyone chattered loudly. Everything had fallen into place like it should and just as she finally felt calm, the feast finished and the students were dismissed to their dorms. Hermione turned to find Draco, who was already looking at her and he motioned for her to follow him.
They met outside the Great Hall and with few words said, they were shown the way to their new dorm. They were given their new password, "convenerunt in unum", and were left to settle in. After passing the threshold, Hermione started exploring her new home. She was completely unaware of the eyes that followed her every move.
The feast as always was a bore for Draco. With Pansy draping herself in front of him, he grew irritated quickly. Blaise, Draco's best friend, noticed how annoyed Draco was becoming.
"Hey Pansy, why don't you remove yourself from my view while I speak to Draco." His disgust dripping from his words. Pansy pouted, knowing it was never good to annoy Blaise for his temper was just as short as Draco's. She sulked as she walked away and Blaise turned to his friend.
"Care to share your thoughts?" He asked inquisitively. Draco only looked down at his untouched food and sighed. Blaise knew nothing got to his friend often so he was intrigued.
"I... It's nothing. I'm just tired." He was lying, but Blaise left it. He would speak when he was ready. Over the course of the meal, Blaise watched Draco and noticed he had his eyes glued to something. Well more like someone, and not just any someone. Hermione Granger. He eyed his friend and silently warned him with a nudge so that he was then looking at Blaise. Draco knew he'd been caught looking at her and was surprised to see his friend offering a warning and not a look of complete disgust. Draco knew she was of course, his polar opposite for one, and none other than the brains of the Golden Trio, who on many occasions belittled him, and was the very centre of his hatred. She was off limits. But after her challenge to him, she had no idea what she'd done, he was going to win. No matter the price.
As they walked in silence to their new dorm, Draco had once again began to watch her hips sway. They were told their new password and left alone. But before Snape left, he looked at his Godson, Draco caught his gaze and knew Snape had seen his wandering eyes and that he was being chastised. He raised his head and followed the new Head Girl into their new living area. He observed her face and the emotions that crossed it with each new item she found. He moved towards the couch placed in front of a roaring fire. He watched as the flames danced and shadows flickered across his body.
"So do you like our new dorm, Draco?" He hadn't even noticed she'd sat down next to him until she spoke. And it wasn't even the whole sentence he'd heard, it was his name, his given name. That was the second time today she'd used it and he didn't even think anything of it the first time. She was still looking at him waiting for a reply.
"Indeed I do, Granger. But if you'll excuse me, I'll head in for the night." She winced, his words had come out harsher than they were intended.
"Oh... Okay, I guess I'll do the same then. Goodnight, Malfoy." And with that they were back to the safety of surnames. The way it had been for years, the way it was meant to be.
He walked up his stairs and set a personal password for his room and closed the door behind him. His room was decorated in the traditional green and silver for Slytherin and a large bed lay against the far wall. He walked over and fell down and into the comfort of sleep, only to be greeted by dreams of the train and their encounter.