my new Harry Potter fan-fic.......
DISCLAIMER: THIS IS MY OVERALL DISCLAIMER! I DON'T OWN ANYTHING IN HERE EXCEPT FOR THE PLOT! ALL CHARACTERS, CREATURES, PLACES ETC. WERE CREATED AND OWNED BY J.K. ROLLING! I OWN NOTHING!!!!
The Platform 9 ¾ had just closed, meaning it was time for the train to leave. The sound of luggage bumping around and friends seeing friends filled the air. A short girl made her way through the crowds.
She saw what she was looking for, a taller boy with untidy jet black hair and green eyes that could see into your soul.
"Harry!" she shouted, running into him. He looked down at her, puzzled.
"Do I know you?" hurt flashed in her eyes before Harry could figure out who she was.
"Hermione, is that you?"
"Yes, Pothead, can't remember your own friends?" They turned around to see an equally tall boy, with almost white hair and cold grey eyes. He smirked at Harry before looking down at Hermione, stunned at what he saw.
She wore typical muggle cloths, hip-hugging jeans and a baby-tee, exposing the bottom of her stomach. Her hair was tamed for once, not in its usual bush. It was wavy and had highlights in it. She wore a tiny-bit of make-up and had flip-flops on her feet.
"Leave us alone, ferret." Hermione said to him.
"Yeah Malfoy, bugger off." Draco just turned on his heel and left, but not before throwing over his shoulder, "Say hi to Weasel for me when you see him." He could feel the cold glares on his back, but shrugged it off.
Hermione instantly turned on Harry, "how could you not remember me?"
Harry just bent down and lifted her chin, "well, for one thing, your hair is tame and another, your not wearing your normal cloths and you're wearing make-up."
She laughed at him and hugged his middle, "I missed you Harry. Why didn't you write?"
"The Dursleys wouldn't let me, bloody bastards."
"Harry, mind your language! I'm Head Girl now, and would have to deduct points from my own house."
"Sorry" he muttered before looking up.
"Ron!" A boy with flame red hair and freckles everywhere turned to see Harry, and someone he thought he's never seen before.
"Hey harry. Who's this?" He winked at the girl, and she slit her eyes.
"Does no one remember me? Ronald, it's me…"
Ron just stared down at her, racking his brain for someone who looked like her.
"Nope, can't remember," he turned to the boy-who-lived, "have you seen Hermione?"
Harry just pointed to the girl next to him, and backed away a few paces.
"Hermione is that you? Wow…you look….." his ears turned a deep red, almost matching his hair.
"Ronald, stop drooling and help me!" Her trolley was fixed next to an open door. Harry and Ron helped her get her trunk and Crookshanks' carrier onto the train floor. She carried Crookshanks and rolled her trunk behind her.
An open compartment at the end was open and Ron and Harry filed in quickly.
"Come on 'Mione." Ron called after his short friend. He had grown over the summer too; he was taller than Harry now, but not as muscular.
"I can't" at both Harry and Ron's sad looks she sighed, "I have to go meet the Head Boy in the Head's compartment."
Harry sighed while Ron looked somewhat jealous, "who's the Head Boy?"
"I don't know, but I would like to find out." She waved goodbye to her friends and made her way down the hall. Her luggage cart hit someone in the leg and she turned around to apologize.
"Watch it mudblood!" Hermione looked up to the Italian Slitherin, Blaise Zabini. His glare made her feel smaller than she was. True she grew over the summer, and not only in height, but she felt like a small child compared to him.
She could feel Blaise's intense stare on her, looking her over. She felt her cheeks get hot as he checked out her bum.
"Damn Granger," he commented, "you got hot over the summer, for a mudblood that is." He smirked at her as she glared.
"And you got even more repulsive, Zabini, for a pureblood that is." The smirk fell off his face, as a triumphant grin spread across Hermione's features.
He grabbed her upper arm and pulled her close to him, his hot breathe on her ear.
"You better watch out Granger," he told her viscously, "you never know what's waiting in the shadows." With that he stalked off, back to his compartment, throwing a vicious glare and a knowing smirk over his shoulders at her.
Hermione quickly picked up her luggage and her cat and marched her way to the Head's compartment. She slid the door open to a beautiful compartment. It had a single booth, mini-fridge, a bookcase against one wall and a giant window next to the booth. A small love seat sat against the wall with the bookcase, with several pillows on it.
She put her luggage by the door and noted the Head Boy was not around. She went over to the book case finding her favorite book, 'Hogwarts, A History', easily and grabbed it by the spine. Settling down on the loveseat, she opened to the first page.
She was too engrossed in her book; she didn't here the door slide open and close, or the footsteps of the boy coming across the room to her. She didn't feel the weight of the other person on the couch behind her.
"You better watch out mudblood, they might get you!" a voice whispered in her ear. Hermione let out a small scream and jumped a mile high in the air. She looked at the boy across her. The first thing she saw was his famous smirk, stretched across his features, then the platinum blond hair.
"Malfoy, this is the head's compartment! Get out!" He just smirked at her attempts to push him away.
"If you haven't noticed the badge, I am Head Boy."
"What?" Hermione had a look of frustration caught between pure-shock.
"And do you know what's even better Granger?"
Hermione just glared openly at him. He chuckled before getting up off the loveseat and kneeling in front of her. His arms pinned her wrists down and she turned her head away from him.
He leaned over, so his body blocked her way of escape, "we're going to be roommates."
WWOOOOOOOOTTT! so how was it? review please! how do you think hermione will react?