AN: Anyhting that you recognise does not belong to me.
Back for another year at Hogwarts. I couldn’t wait to get out of the house – too many bad memories – but I wasn’t particularly fond of the idea of returning to Hogwarts. Unfortunately I have nowhere else to go. This year is going to be difficult because I’m now hated by everyone. The Slytherins hate me because I turned my back on the dark lord but the rest of the school hates me because I joined in the first place. It doesn’t matter to them that I was forced into everything I did up until the point where I joined the light side although most people didn’t know that I switched sides. However all of this is a hell of a lot better than being constantly reminded of everything Lucius put me through (he isn’t worthy of being called my father).
I was thinking about all of this until someone crashed into me causing us both to topple over and spill our luggage everywhere. I looked down to see who had rudely disrupted my thoughts. Granger.
I was reading a book and pushing my luggage trolley until some idiot stopped walking right in front of me and we collided sending both of us and our luggage to the floor. I looked up to see who the idiot was and surprise surprise I saw the stormy grey eyes of Draco Malfoy staring back at me. He hesitated before throwing me his infamous scowl and storming off before I could yell at him. No...It couldn’t be...Did he...Did he smile before scowling at me?
She had grown up a lot since I last saw her; she had grown into her looks and had finally learnt to control her hair so now it hung in loose curls down her back. Not that it mattered. She’ll always be the innocent bushy-haired know-it-all angel that I met on the first day of Hogwarts. I know, I know...Those aren’t the thoughts you’d expect to hear from me of all people. It is a closely guarded secret that I, Draco Malfoy, am in love with Hermione Granger.
You see I never hated Hermione, sure I hated the-boy-who-should-have-died and his weasel sidekick but I never hated Hermione. But Lucius being the blood-purity-crazed man that he was had insisted that I have nothing to do with a “mudblood like her” and beat me for suggesting such a thing. From then on I had to act like I hated her or risk being beaten again. That’s when I started scowling at her whenever she looked at me. However, what she didn’t know was that every time I knew she couldn’t see me I dropped the scowl and replaced it with a dreamy smile whilst imagining what it would be like if she knew how I felt and if she liked me back.
I realised my mind had begun to wander and quickly focused my efforts on the task at hand which at this point was scowling, picking up my luggage and storming off before she noticed the smile that had started to creep onto my face when I accidently looked into her eyes.
I had boarded the train and sat reluctantly in the heads’ compartment. I had been made head boy but I couldn’t help the feeling that it was one of McGonagall’s crazy schemes to get people to accept me. I was a bit apprehensive as I didn’t know who had been to be head girl and so I didn’t know how they would react to me being head boy. I mean, who would willingly share a dorm with an ex-death eater even if I didn’t want to be one in the first place.
As I stepped onto the train I began thinking back to the summer when I had decided to return to get my NEWTs qualification even though the boys weren’t returning as they were training to be aurors. Not once had it crossed my mind that so many of the others would return, least of all Draco Malfoy. I knew he was intelligent, I just never thought he was dedicated to his studies. I walked through the train wondering about the year ahead and looking forward to having access to the Hogwarts library once again and, because I am head girl, access to the restricted section that I didn’t have before.
As I neared the heads’ compartment I pondered whom McGonagall had chosen to be head boy. When I arrived my question was answered. I slid the door open and walked in. There sat before me was none other than Draco Malfoy. Oh great. I have to spend a year cooped up with the ferret. This is going to be a long year.
Once again my thoughts were disrupted as somebody made their way into the compartment. I looked up and was caught completely off-guard. I felt my cheeks flushing.
She sat opposite me making it impossible to hide the pinkness in my cheeks.
“So you’re head girl then.”
“Well spotted.” The rest of the journey was spent in an awkward silence whilst I stared at Hermione’s reflection in the window and she had her head in a book as per usual. Halfway through the train journey McGonagall introduced the prefects to us but quickly left us and we resumed our previous positions except Hermione seemed troubled by something.
“Could you please refrain from staring at my reflection? It’s creepy.”