Hello everyone! This is my second story, first Harry Potter related one. For my sanity, and the sake of this story, we're going to pretend that Dumbledorre never died! Wonderful! Now that's cleared up, we can get going with this.
Welcome to Particular a story of love, friendship and betrayl. This is a Draco/Hermione story, sorry Ron/Hermione lovers, not this time!
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or anything related to Harry Potter. Harry Potter, and all things related to the subject of Harry Potter, belong to JK Rowling. I simply am a loving fan, who can't leave well enough alone. I just have to stick my finger in the pie.
Chapter 1: Hogwarts Express
It was 10:30 am on September the first and Hermione Granger was looking sadly at the scarlet Hogwarts Express. This was to be her final year attending the school of witchcraft and wizardry; the infamous school of Hogwarts. Sighing slightly, she pulled out her set of instructions. As Head Girl, it was up to her and the new Head Boy to ensure things ran smoothly. According to the sheet, she was to meet him here, at the front of the train, at 10:30. There was no sign of him.
She looked around her and saw a small boy, most likely a first year, clutching tightly to a trolley and looking around confused. She smiled and approached him.
"Hello there. Are you lost?" She asked gently.
He nodded. "My older brother was supposed to show me where to go, but he left."
Hermione nodded understandingly. "My name's Hermione Granger. I'm the new Head Girl. I can show you where to go if you like."
He nodded and she led him to the nearest student compartment. "Would you like help with your trunk?" Hermione asked as he eyed the trunk skeptically.
"Yes, that would be nice." He looked deep in thought. "Um…miss? Do you think you could do it with magic? Only, I've never seen it before."
She smiled. "I'm muggle-born too. This is a really useful spell you'll learn in Charms." She pointed her wand at the trunk. "Wingardium Leviosa!" Using her wand, she guided the trunk into the empty compartment.
The boy's eyes lit up in excitement. "That's so cool! Thank you!"
Hermione smiled warmly. "You're very welcome. What's your name?"
He smiled. "Alexander McKenzie."
"Well Alexander, I'm sure you'll fit right in at Hogwarts. I'll see you there."
They shook hands and Hermione left the compartment. With a jolt, she realized it was now 10:45. Quickening her pace, she returned to see a young man, obviously the new Head Boy, leaning casually against the train.
"I'm sorry I'm late!" She called, racing towards him. He turned at the sound of her voice. Hermione's breath caught as the sun flashed off his white blond hair.
"Well, no surprise you're Head Girl, Granger."
"Yeah…um…" She paused.
"Um, what?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I have to say I'm kind of surprised you're Head Boy, Malfoy."
He rolled his eyes and casually opened the sheet of instructions. "Okay, how are we dealing with the new bloods?"
She narrowed her eyes. "Politely, respectfully and by setting a good example. I suggest walking along the train to make sure everyone is getting on okay."
Draco carelessly returned the paper to his pocket. "Very well. Let's get this over with."
For the next 10 minutes, the two of them overlooked the boarding of the train. At 11:00 sharp, the whistle blew. Draco immediately jumped on the train while Hermione helped a second year get her frightened cat onto the train. The train started moving just as Hermione hopped on board. She walked along the compartments, checking for any misconduct. She rolled her eyes as she found Draco sitting in a compartment filled with Slytherins. She opened the door and addressed him.
"Malfoy, we're supposed to meet up with the Prefects and work out a schedule." She crossed her arms over her chest.
Pansy Parkinson scrunched up her pug like nose. "Go away Granger. You're tainting the air with your stench."
"You're one to talk Parkinson; I see you haven't been to a groomer at all over the summer."
Draco involuntarily smirked while deep confusion spread across Pansy's face. "Very well Granger," He said standing, "Lead the way."
The two of them walked up to the front of the train in silence, Hermione glancing into the compartments while Draco casually strolled behind her, a smirk plastered across his pale face. Hermione felt his eyes boring into her.
"Any particular reason why you're staring at me Malfoy?" She asked as she checked yet another compartment.
"Well then, would you please stop?"
"Fine." She walked on in silence while Draco continued to stare at her. Not a lethal glare as he usually did, but more of a bemused curiosity. She couldn't shake the feeling that he was eyeing her up and shivered slightly. Finally, after several long, awkward minutes, they reached the head compartment. She opened the door and walked in, not bothering to hold the door open for Draco, who, unfortunately, managed to get in without it hitting him. Twenty-two heads turned in their direction.
"Good morning everyone! We've just done a short round of checking compartments, so we'll talk for a few minutes before we send you off." Hermione said, addressing them all. "To the new prefects, congratulations. To the old prefects, good to see you again. My name is Hermione Granger and I am your new Head Girl. This," She gestured to Draco, "Is Draco Malfoy, you're new Head Boy."
All the students eyed Draco suspiciously, but Hermione continued. "Now, to get down to business. Between 11:30 and 12:30 the prefects will patrol the train compartments to check for any misconduct. Any problems are to be reported to either myself or the Head Boy. After 12:30 you are permitted to return to compartments with your friends, or you are welcome to return here, to the Head Compartment. Patrols will commence again at 2:30 for another hour. And remember, if you abuse your powers, you will suffer the consequences. The Head Girl and Boy are in charge whilst you are on the train. Does everybody understand?"
All twenty two heads nodded in unison. Hermione smiled. "Very well, patrols start in 10 minutes, so please get ready." There was a bit of a scramble as the prefects stood and prepared to do their rounds through the train. Hermione smiled brightly as Ron came up to her. She gave him a quick hug, which was turning into a difficult feat as Ron was now over six feet tall.
"Blimey, Hermione, you shrank over the holidays!" He teased.
"Of course not silly! I haven't grown an inch since 4th year. You just refuse to stop! Besides, I'm not even that short."
Ron smiled a lopsided smile. "You look different Hermione. You look really good."
"Thanks Ron," She said, patting him on the elbow, "You look pretty good too. But you should get patrolling now."
He cast his gaze over to Draco, who was currently propped on a chair, leaning back, balancing his wand between his lips and nose. "You sure you'll be okay with him?"
Hermione smiled. "I assure you I can take care of myself Ron. Now, get going!" She gently pushed him towards the door, and then moved to sit down.
She sighed and pulled her robes off to enjoy an hour of freedom to wear muggle clothes. Draco's eyes shot over to her. She was wearing a pair of dark wash jeans, resting just below the outline of her hip bones, which were visible as she stretched upwards, her deep blue turtleneck lifting slightly. Draco felt a slight squirm in his stomach as he caught a glimpse of her tanned skin. She paused for a moment, feeling his eyes on her again. Tugging her sweater back in place, she turned to face him.
"Out with it Malfoy, why do you keep staring at me?" She demanded, putting her hands on her hips.
Hermione blushed and stuttered, "E-excuse me?"
"You heard what I said, Granger. I must say, summer treated you well. I didn't realize you could get a tan in a library." He said, smirking as he placed his hands behind his head.
She glared at him, blushing an even deeper red. "I don't spend all my time in a library you know. I do have friends."
"Other than Potter and Weasel?" Draco asked casually.
"Yes, other than Harry and Ron. Muggle friends, if you care. I spent the summer in Spain this year."
Draco smirked. "Good for you then."
She rolled her eyes. "And you, Malfoy? Spend the summer locked up in your manor abusing house-elves?"
She looked at him. "Where did you go?"
He shrugged. "Nowhere in particular. Why so interested, Granger?" He made eye contact with her and once again felt a squirm in his stomach.
She shook her head. "No reason in particular."
"You like that word, don't you?"
Hermione opened a book. "Yeah, I guess so." She said uncaringly, signaling the end of the conversation.
Well, there we have it! Reviews are always welcome, and also highly motivating!!!!!!!
I really don't have a plot line worked out quite yet, I'm just going to wing it as I go!
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