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Chapter 3 : Volte-Face
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Professor McGonagall walked in shortly after he had sat down and greeted him with a smile.
Malfoy nodded curtly and turned to face the window in which he saw the English countryside flashing by. He had a funny feeling who the Head Girl was going to be, though he wished it wasn’t, kind of. I mean, who wouldn't pick the brightest witch of our age and insufferable know-it-all, Miss-
Hermione stood in the doorway and looked around the magnificent compartment. Professor McGonagal was standing to one side, and sitting to the seat on the right was a platinum blonde hair, pale skinned boy. And boy, he is pale. Hermione greeted McGonagal warmly and nodded towards the boy.
'Malfoy.' she acknowledged him. He replied with a simple 'Granger'. Hmm, no Mudblood? Surely he can’t have forgotten our little meeting only an hour ago. It’s probably because McGonagall’s here.
She's looking at me, gazing. It’s almost like she's picking out every detail. Ha! Malfoy smirked and turned to the stern woman still in the room. McGonagall coughed.
'Well, now that we are all here, I can brief you. The reason your letter did not arrive with the normal post was because we were in serious consideration about the Head Boy and Head Girl this year. Also due to the fact that we were not entirely sure the school would be ready to re-open this year. There have been many parts of the castle that have had to be repaired. If only 'reparo' would do... Anyway, your duties! You are to be the head of the Prefects, organise meetings, sort out patrol time tables, set Hogsmeade dates and this year, plan an annual celebration ball.
They both nodded.
'Excellent. If you would please remain in here for the rest of the journey, I shall have someone escort your trunks.' And with that, she was gone. Hermione turned to face Malfoy who had nodded at McGonagall’s last words, not really caring. However, Hermione had died a little inside. Another six hours with Malfoy, ugh!
Draco looked at the girl sitting across from him who had just taken out a book. Typical Granger. He scrutinised her every move. The way she brushed a fallen piece of her eyes, the way she pouted her lips whilst reading and the way her eyes rapidly whipped across the page. Draco could hardly keep up with them. He was so up in his thoughts that he didn't even realise that Hermione had looked up.
'I... er... well.' What am I doing! Malloy’s don’t stutter or stumble on words! 'Nothing, Granger.'
'No, I didn't say that!' He replied, not exactly keeping his cool anymore. She raised her eye brows. Oh Merlin, the war is over, I might as well...
'I'm sorry for calling you that earlier, it was a slip of that tongue. I didn't mean it.
'Ha, and why you should I believe you, Malfoy. You don't exactly have the best track record with honesty.'
'Look, Granger...' He sighed. He couldn’t really believe he was doing this. His father would kill him. Wait, I don’t care anymore, do I?
Hermione sat frozen in her seat, eyes boggling. Was this seriously Draco Malfoy? The pureblood and Slytherin Prince? He was saying this? I don’t believe it.
'It made me realise what actually matters and what doesn't. It matters to stay alive, but not to feel superior to someone just by calling them a name. It matters to protect the people you care about, and not to piss people off just for amusement....No matter how fun that is...' He replied, nonchalantly. Hermione looked back at him in disbelief, trying to work out where he was going with this. She decided to just accept it, for now.
The darkness was like a switch and Hermione's eyes snapped open. She noticed Malfoy asleep too, across from her. Hermione looked out the window, but she could only see the reflection of the compartment her and Malfoy were in. We must be close to the school, shit. She jumped up and saw two trunks in the middle of the two seats. Someone had dropped them off whilst they were asleep.
One trunk was black with silver lining and the other was brown with scarlet lining. She grabbed the brown one and heaved it onto her seat and then quickly changed into her robes. Once finished, she looked over at the still sleeping Malfoy. What am I thinking?! She approached him and shook him awake.
'Wha- What?!' He mumbled aggressively. Hermione rolled her eyes.
'Get up, we're going to be there any minute, you need to get changed!' He did so, begrudgingly. She tried not to notice his slim, nicely built body he was now covering with his robes. Stop it, Hermione! She forced herself to look away and in doing so, she spotted an envelope on the window panel with neat handwriting on the front. She picked it up and found it quite heavy for a letter. Opening it, she held out her hand and out felt two newly polished badges. One was gold with red trimming and had the words Head Girl on it. The other was silver with emerald trimming and had the words Head Boy across it. She smiled at them and pulled out the letter.
Here are your badges; you are to wear them on your robes at all times. I forgot to give them to you when we met earlier.
Also, you are both required to ride in the Heads Carriage to the school. This is located at the front of the cue and has a Lion and Serpent on the door.
‘What’s that?’ He asked. She handed him his badge and the letter. He looked at the badge and let out a low whistle, Head Boy, he thought smugly. He read the letter quickly, and then discarded it. The two new heads felt the train slowing down until finally, it came to a complete stop.
The silence continued for the rest of the short journey and the duo occasionally stole glances at each other, curious. When finally they arrived at the school gates, they climbed out of the carriage and looked around. Hermione searched the crowd for familiar faces, and she spotted a fair few, but not the ones she wanted-
‘Hermione?’ Harry asked, ‘Who’s the new Head Boy?’
‘Oh I’m sorry, I have to see Luna..’ trying not to sound too guilty, she climbed out of Ron’s arm and rushed off. Hermione suddenly remembered and turned around the say goodbye to her fellow Head, but he was already long gone.
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