Hermione
Draco leapt apart from her and swore. He looked up and down the station, but couldn’t see a tall-for her age curly haired blonde or a short, skipping brunette with straight hair anywhere.
“Don’t panic, I’m sure they’re on the platform,” Hermione was the epitome of calm.
“They’d better be,” Draco muttered.
The couple pushed their trolley into the (correct) barrier and entered the platform where many parents, students and their siblings stood, hugging and saying their goodbyes.
Hermione and Draco had not been on this station for many years- as teachers they were at the school for a week before the start of the term, and travelled there by Floo. This time, however, as Jasmine was starting Hogwarts, they wanted her to go on the train with all the other students. Because of this Minerva had decided that it would be their job to assemble the Head Boy and Girl, and all of the Prefects.
The Malfoys searched anxiously for their children; finally, after a minute, Hermione caught sight of Jasmine through the thick smog emitting from the train. She left Draco to unload their luggage and ran to her children.
“Hello, Mum,” Jasmine said as she approached.
“Don’t you.. don’t you.. don’t you just “Hello Mum” me! We’ve been looking everywhere for you! Where have you been?!” Hermione exploded.
“Well, you and dad were playing tonsil hockey and crashing into barriers so we thought we’d come on to the platform so that we didn’t miss the train.” Jasmine explained.
Hermione felt as if she had been slapped.
“Well, young missy, I’m sorry that your father and I still love each other after twelve years, and that we want to keep our relationship together! And don’t you dare just run off like that again!”
“Mum, quiet, people are staring!” Jasmine mumbled.
“They can stare all they like. Wait till your dad gets to you, he’s livid.”
With that Hermione went and sat in the teachers compartment on the train.
Jasmine
Jasmine took her little sister onto the train and to her dad. Draco didn’t say anything to her, but she could tell he was angry. She hugged Ella, then ran down to the other end of the train before he could yell at her.
She found an empty compartment and sat down, petting Alkalia. About five minutes later the door slid open and a girl her age walked in.
This girl was about as different to Jas as possible. She had wild black hair, she was short, with added weight around her middle. She was one of those girls that all boys liked, soft and sweet. She looked like a nice girl, and when she spoke she had a weird accent that Jasmine had never heard before.
“Hey, anyone else sitting here?”
“Umm…. No. I mean, yes. I mean, no, no one’s sitting there, but yes, you can if you want,” Jas bumbled.
“Hey, thanks mate. So what’s your name?” The girl’s accent was almost….. Australian?
“Im, um.. I’m Jasmine. But my parents call me Jas, but I don’t really like that so I get most people to call me Jamie but I don’t mind, you can call me whatever you want. Jasmine or Jamie or Jas.”
“You aren’t very good at talking to people, are you, Jamie?” The girl smiled.
“No, uh… no, I’m not. Not really.” Jasmine was relieved that the girl understood.
“I was joking. Anyway, my name is Lisa. I've just turned twelve. I came here from Australia last year, but it was too late to join Hogwarts. What’s your last name?”
“Malfoy.”
“Oh!” Lisa was surprised. “The teacher’s daughter?”
“Yes,” Jasmine said coldly. She didn’t like being referred to as ‘the teacher’s daughter.’.
“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t mean to offend! Anyway, my last name is Wilkins.”
“Lisa Wilkins. That’s a pretty name.”
“Thanks! Well, my middle name is Monica, after my grandmother. My brother, Rob, his middle name is Wendell, which is after my grandad….. But my parents died in a car crash. I came over here with my grandparents.”
“Wow. I’m so sorry.”
“That’s ok, I’m used to it now. So, what house would you be in if you got to choose? I want to go to Gryffindor, it sounds fascinating. That’s where both Harry Potter and Albus Dumbledore went!”
Lisa was very talkative.
“Hmmm, I don’t know. My parents are from different houses, see, so I want to live up to both of their expectations.” Jasmine admitted.
“Well, why don’t you go somewhere else? Like Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw? She suggested.
“How do you know which-“ Jasmine began, but Lisa held up a book.
“I read this book your Mum wrote. ‘Hogwarts, A Recent History?” It’s awesome, I love it.”
“Cool. Anyway, we’d better change, before we get there.” Jasmine was uncomfortable, and wanted an excuse to get out of there.
Hermione
Hermione sat down in the compartment, rubbing her back. She pulled out the file about the Head meeting, and organised it for the compartment over, scheduled for two hours away. She sent an owl off and got two replies in agreement. She relaxed against the seat, and began to fall asleep as the door slid open and Draco entered.
She looked up at him and he whispered “sorry” as he hadn’t realised she was asleep.
“It’s okay, I wasn’t asleep. How’s Jas? Where’s Ella?”
“Jas is okay, she’s down the back of the train somewhere. I put Ella up the front with the driver, he dotes upon her. She’s okay. How are you?” he asked.
“I’m getting there. My back really hurts though, I don’t know why.”
“Awwww, poor baby. Come here,” he sat next to her and she leaned on him. He began rubbing her back, and she started to fall back to sleep.
He looked down upon his sleeping wife and smiled. He still didn’t believe how lucky he was to have a girl-no, a woman- like her in his life. He kissed the top of her head and she smiled slightly in her sleep. He wondered what she was dreaming about-something good, obviously.
An hour later her eyes fluttered open. He smiled down on her and she smiled back.
“I love waking up to that smile,” she commented.
He grinned and kissed her on the lips as a loud bang sounded outside of their door.
They jumped up together and searched for their wands- his was in his pocket and hers on the table- and they poked their heads outside of the compartment to see a fight brewing.
“WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!” Draco thundered. Even Hermione jumped at his tone of voice.
Hermione recognised Teddy Lupin and Victoire Weasley amidst the cloud of smoke.
They were glaring at each other with pure hatred.
Victoire answered Draco’s question first.
“I absolutely REFUSE to spend a year in the Heads’ dormitory with….THAT.” she yelled, before storming off into the compartment she was sharing with her friends.
Hermione looked at Draco.
“What a fun year this will be,” she sighed.
A/N: It's a bit short, and it's been a while since I've been able to validate, but I promise the next chappie will come faster, longer and (hopefully) a lot better in the boring-ness factor. :D
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