Hey! I'm Lola and I'm mexican.

I loved this story which is original is written in spanish by an incredible author called Dryadeh, it's original title is "Lija y terciopelo".

I liked so much this fic that I asked for the permission to translate it to english and here it is. I think you will find many weird words P but I did my best, so i tried to conserve de essence of the words in spanish. Please review, that will encourage me to continue tha translation, and I promise I will deliver them to Dryadeh. I hope you liked it as much as I did.

Enjoy it!

Author's note:

I've started publishing this fic on august 2, 2006. I'm conscious that the fic is full of mistakes and things I will like to change but I think at this point it doesn't have any sense. I will answer and thank every review. Before you start reading the story there are some thinks you should know:

- The story takes place in the seventh year of Draco and Hermione in Hogwarts.

- The events in "Harry Poter and the Half-blood Prince" haven't take place.

- "Lija y Terciopelo" ("Velvet and sandpaper") was my first longfic so don't be hard to me XD.

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Disclaimer: All the characters are owned by JK Rowling. And there are some invented by Dryadeh. Enjoy!

With al my heart, Dry.

And Lola of course lol D

“Velvet and sandpaper”

“Lija y Terciopelo”

Chapter 1: Sparkles in platform 9 and ¾

(Capitulo 1: Chispas en el andén 9 y ¾)

Furious, Draco took distance from his father by the plataform 9 and ¾ of King’s Cross Station in London. The Hogwarts Express layed at his right, in which by its many doors dozens of students climbed with their trunks and cages. The platform was crowded of them and their families, which where saying “good-bye” or helping them to get their stuff into the train. There was no space left so Draco make his way through violently, hitting, pushing and moving people apart, leaving a track of scared, astonished or angry students to whom occasionally he gifted with an “Out of my way, idiot“. But no one dare to tell him anything and Draco was sure enough that they wouldn’t. Not in vain he was Draco Malfoy, people fears or envy him and he enjoyed that.

The arrogant look that appeared in his face was erased when he remembered the discussion with his father and felt the fury increasing in his chest. He tightened the step and in its rage, Malfoy not even saw a girl stopped in the platform to which he crashed, almost making her fall. At the same moment his body impacted with the girl’s, he felt a spark, as an electric current crossed him from head to toes and moved apart repelled by that energy. Like two magnets.

- Watch your step Malfoy- she said softly rubbing her arms. Draco rose his face abruptly, still shocked for what had just happened and then he saw her. It took him some seconds to recognize the girl that stood in front of him looking calm but uncomfortable and when he did it, he was astonished. She had grown some inches since the last time he saw her; her brown bushy hair fall to half of her back, surrounding her face that had sharpened losing her childish roundness, and the muggle clothes that she wear, specially her jeans, fit perfectly to her body which, as Draco could see, had gained new an interesting curves. She had… changed.

- Granger – he mumbled still shocked. She looked strangely at him not understanding his expression. Draco, recovering his seriousness, raised his face proudly and then he saw Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley at each side of the girl. Draco watched them and pursed his lips in a grimace of disdain and superiority.

- It is strange that you made it into seventh grade, weasel – he said referring to the redheaded boy, who blushed till the ears– it was obvious that the bookworm and Potthead, Dumbledore’s favorite one, where going to… but I still had a tiny hope that I wouldn’t had to deal with blood traitors one more year… luckily the last one.

-You can always return home with your mother, Malfoy – replied Harry dryly- we don’t want her to lose her shit smelling face if you’re not close to her.

Draco frowned furiously and quickly took out his wand from his robe and pointed with it to Harry. He had done the same and then both of them where front to front with wands up and ready in the middle of platform 9 and ¾ with tense bodies and ready to attack throwing fire through the eyes.

-Guys, come on, please – started Hermione looking around nervously to see if an adult was near – you could harm someone.

Neither of them appeared to have listened to the girl, to busy watching one another with fury. She twisted her hands nervously and reached Harry, she took his free arm.

Harry, we haven’t arrived at Hogwarts yet, please don’t get into trouble. Here you could harm a student and… - she looked over his shoulder – and there comes Mrs. Weasley, I think she saw you.

At this mention, Harry looked at Malfoy for a long instant and finally gave up to his friend’s request and slowly low the wand without breaking eye contact with the Slytherin, whose cold eyes where still on him. Draco continued pointing him for a few seconds, thinking if he should throw him a spell or don’t, but when he saw Mrs. Weasley was to close, elegantly hided his wand under his robes and before leaving he said:

At least I have a mother, Potter – and he throw a last acid look and disappeared threw the multitude.

Hermione who haven’t let Harry’s arm had to grab him stronger to avoid him of following Malfoy ready to punch him in the face at pure muggle style.

Is everything all right my dears? – asked Mrs. Weasley reaching them and watching suspiciously.

Harry just let out a growl getting free from Hermione.

Yes Mrs. Weasley – answered the girl quickly and threw Ron a look to warn him to not open his mouth – we should get on the train or we won’t find a free compartment.

Hermione said good – bye quickly to Mrs. Weasley and, meanwhile Harry and Ron do the same, she climbed on the train. Unconsciously looked at both sides of the corridor that was in front of her and felt disappointed not finding what she was expecting to. She asked herself what was she looking for and just on the moment she saw the image of a boy with platinum hair and ice eyes on her mind, Ron and Harry followed by Ginny climbed to the train after her.

- Lets find a compartment – said Harry still mad by the encounter with Malfoy.

- We have to go to the prefect compartment and patrol for a while – she said softly at the time she pointed at Ron – we will join you later.

- Ok – murmured Harry and without another word he walked down the corridor followed by Ginny. Ron sadly observed his friend and sister walking away and then looked at Hermione.

- This time Malfoy crossed the line – he commented, Hermione just keep in silence and walked toward the prefect compartment.

The prefect compartment was the last one in Hogwarts Express, a place with wood walls, sits made of black leather and some little rosewood tables here and there; also the “P” of the badges stamped everywhere. The two Gryffindors enter the compartment that was almost occupied by all the other prefects of Hogwarts. Hermione discovered herself searching carefully for Malfoy and she saw him sitting on a couch with his legs crossed carelessly and his feet resting on a little rosewood table, his sight lost threw the window and the wand strongly attached to his hands. The girl supposed that he was also still mad by the encounter with Harry. As if he could sense her eyes on him, Malfoy looked at Hermione who instantaneously blushed and turned her eyes to other place.

- Hi Hermione - greeted Ernie McMillan the Hufflepuff with reverence – How was summer? You’ve got a good tan.

- Oh, good Ernie. I went with my parents to Marseille – answered Hermione a little distracted and without moving and eye from Parkinson who was approaching Malfoy – and how was yours?

Ernie didn’t answer, in fact he appeared not to have listened a single word, he was to busy watching her with his mouth slightly opened. Ron with a killing look on his face gave Ernie a poke on the shoulder and brought him back to reality.

- What? Eh… ah yeah it was good… really good, yes – he managed to mumbled avoiding Ron’s look as he blushed – I think that… I’m going to sit up there with Hannah. I’m glad I saw you Hermione – he added still smiling stupidly. Ron cleared his throat – oh… and you to Ron, of course.

And without another word and redder than a tomato he moved between the couches looking for his friend, Hannah. Hermione turned to Ron with a concerned look.

He was a little bit strange, don’t you think?

He has always been stupid – answered Ron angrily.

Some steps away from them, Draco observed the scene with a bad dissimulated frown of disgust. That stupid McMillan had acted like a moron in front of the mudblood. It was true that she had changed, but he could never ever find attractive, not even interesting, an inferior being such as the bookworm Granger. On the other hand, Pansy seated by his side and blinking provocatively at him was a more tentative sight. Grinning, he put an arm behind Pansy’s shoulders, who happily rest against him, and gave a look to the Gryffindor seating in a couch behind him.

Draco, what are you looking to? – wanted to know Pansy looking at him with shiny eyes.

To no one– he answered looking to the window.

Pansy was in silence, thinking that she had asked to what did he looked not to whom but she was to happy in the arms of the Slytherin to worry about that.

Hermione walked thoughtfully threw the corridors of the Express with a bag of marshmallows filled with love potion. She had confiscated them from some third year girls that were marauding near Harry’s compartment. Hermione suspect that they pretend to give them to him as a present so he would fell in love with one of them, not in vain he had became popular after all his encounters with Voldemort. She raised her face from the bag and saw Draco Malfoy coming out of a compartment with a bunch of chocolate frogs on his hand. He watch him smiled maliciously and the girl suspected that he had taken them from a student abusing of his authority as a prefect, a typical thing on Malfoy.

A little girl that must’ve been of first year crashed not intentionally with the Slytherin making a pair of frogs to fall down. The killing look that he threw to the girl was enough to put her into tears and Hermione approached them quickly feeling what was coming.

- Watch your steps you stupid kid – spit Malfoy – ten points less to your house so you will learn to look where you are going.

- We are not still in Hogwarts – said Hermione putting an arm on the girl’s shoulders to comfort her, she tightened fearfully to the Gryffindor – so you can’t take points from her, besides, I think she is a first year, she doesn’t even have a house yet.

- Don’t tell me what I can and cannot do bookworm, take care of your own business. Shouldn’t you be with Potty? I’m sure he must be crying because what I said of his mother.

Hermione look at him as if she saw him for the first time and her eyes turned sad.

You are so cruel – she said as if this would never stop shocking her.

Oh – he answered pretending a face of pain – you offend me Granger.

Common girl, I’ll leave you in your compartment – said Hermione addressing to the little girl and they both turned around without looking to the Slytherin again but, when they started walking Hermione saw Crookshanks moving in the opposite direction.

Crookshanks, what are you doing here? – she asked astonished. She thought he must have escaped from Harry’s compartment when she had visited him. She bent and called the cat to pick him up but the orange feline pass her by and got near the Slytherin. Draco stood there looking at the cat and Crookshanks look fiercely at him. Malfoy could swear that the cat with squashed face was studying and measuring him but he didn’t believe that it was possible. As if he had choose his verdict, the cat purred softly and rub his body in an almost affectionately way against the legs of the boy.

Hermione was astonished watching Crookshanks being nice to a stranger, and furthermore, to Draco Malfoy. Her cat had proved being very capable in judging people and in many occasions he had knew, before her, who were friends and who were enemies. And watching his behavior, she could assure that Crookshanks liked Malfoy.

The girl didn’t know what to think. First the spark she had felt when Malfoy crashed with her and now Crookshanks was acting in a weird way with him… she shivered and decided that she didn’t want to think about that, nervously she approached Malfoy, picked up her cat and without looking to the boy, walked rapidly down the corridor with the little girl by her hand.

Draco rest his back on the train’s wall and observed her until she disappeared.