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Hermione Granger and the wishing stone	By : fatedsoul Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 33389 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, the characters or the world and I am making no money off this story. I just think it's fun to Play with poor little Draco and Hermione. ^^

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The snow blew around her, curling in the air like puffs of smoke billowing out of a steam engine. Trudging through the snow she wrapped her robes more tightly around her as she searched for shelter. Then, through the snow and the wind, she saw the faint shimmer of light. Picking up the pace she moved toward the light in hope that it was signs of another person, or at least shelter from the bitter cold. The closer she got to the light the brighter it became until it was near blinding. Putting her hand up to shield her eyes Hermione desperately tried to continue to press forward, despite the overwhelming feeling of numbness that had taken hold of her limbs.

“Hello?” She called into the light and wind and snow. “Is anyone there? Please, it’s so cold.”

The light pulsed twice and then went out, the wind dieing with the glow as if neither where ever there.

Hermione blinked and rubbed her eyes, the words in front of her blurring slightly before coming into focus. There was no light, no wind, no snow, just the gentle rumble of the train as it made it’s way down the tracks. She must have fallen asleep she realized, as she once again attempted to concentrate on the book in her lap.

“I knew Arithmancy was boring.” The soft even tone of Luna Lovegood floated across the small cabin. “That’s why I didn’t bother to take it.”

Hermione looked up from her book to look at the cover of the Quibbler, behind which her friend had spoken. “It’s not boring Luna. I’m just a little tired. I had a lot of packing to do. Which, as you will recall, I didn’t get to do sooner because you and Draco insisted we go out to celebrate the last day of summer holiday.”

“It wasn’t just to celebrate that. We also had to toast to the two of you making Heads this year and me staying a Prefect. I was a little worried you know, what with the Nargles ganging up on me and stealing my patch.” Luna stated airily, not bothering to look at the other girl.

“That wasn’t Nargles Luna. That was Potter and the rest of his Marauders.” Came the cool, even pitch of Draco Malfoy as he entered the cabin.

“Hmmm… So you say. But I still hold that it was the Nargles.” Luna stated

Hermione knew there was no arguing with the younger girl and gave a small shrug to Draco.

“I really think it’s so great that the two of you are Heads. It will give you lots of time to hang out.” Luna suddenly stated, still not looking at either of them.

“We hang out all the time anyway Luna.” Hermione corrected.

“Yes, but now you can be together after curfew. Just the two of you, studying in the Heads’ Common Room.” Luna replied wistfully, as if her mind had wandered upon a scene from a romance novel.

For a moment Hermione thought she saw Draco’s normally pale cheeks redden. The next instant however, the color was gone and he was lounging across from her on the empty seat next to Luna.

“You know what I’d like to have happen this year?” Hermione asked casually. She waited a moment to make sure that Draco was watching her. “I’d like it if you could just stop letting Potter and his friends get to you.”

Draco leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees and leveled her with a hard, cold look. His mouth turned down ever so slightly, “Potter and Weasley are not above everyone else in the school. Just because their parents are rich and influential, should not give them the right to act the way they do.”

“I agree.” She stated, her eyes just as full of determination as his. “But every year they push you until you confront them. Which, might I add, isn’t very hard, then you end up hexed or jinxed or Merlin knows what else.”

The slight frown turned into a scowl for a moment and then he sighed. “Doesn’t matter. They have it out for me anyway. So either I confront them and give them a piece of my mind, or I end up the victim of their pranks.”

Hermione sighed and closed her book. “I just don’t want to see you get hurt Draco. Potter and Weasley can be brutal when they want to be. I’m just scared that one day you’re going to get really hurt.” Her eyes shone with emotion as she spoke and Draco’s grey orbs softened in response.

“Don’t worry Mione. As long as the three of us stick together I think we can deal with the Marauders. Besides, the twins graduated last year. That thins their number to three, and Longbottom is their silent partner.” He said in a reassuring manner.

Suddenly Luna put down her magazine and leveled Draco with a piercing gaze. “Why don’t you ever fight them for real Dracy? I’ve never seen you cast an attack or defense spell ever.”

Draco looked Luna in the eyes and shrugged, before turning his attention toward the door to their cabin. “Quidditch should be interesting this year. Gryffindor has to refill almost every position.”

Hermione gave the blonde girl a small smile and shook her head. “He’s not going to tell you. He wont tell anyone why he doesn’t cast a lot of spells.”

Luna bit the edge of her bottom lip and stared up at the ceiling as if deep in thought. “He doesn’t ever cast those types of spells? Not even in class?”

In response Draco nudged the other blonde with his elbow. “I’m still in the room Luna. It’s not appropriate to be talking about me like I’m not here.”

“Yes, but now you are a mystery, and I do love a mystery.” She stated dreamily. “I mean, someone had to tell all the teachers why you don’t cast. And it had to be a good reason. Professor Lupin would never have let you get out of so many magical practice classes if it wasn’t.”

“It’s no big deal Luna. Lets just change the subject.” Hermione pleaded. She knew that Draco would only take so much questioning on the subject before he would become angry and storm out.

Luna stared at Hermione for a moment before shrugging and going back to her magazine.

Draco gave her a small smile of thanks and she nodded to him before opening her book back up and returning to silently studying.

The three spent the rest of the trip in silence, each with their own reading material. It was a calm, relaxed silence that no one felt the need to fill with mindless chatter.

Every once in a while Hermione would glance up from her book to look at Draco, who had shifted in his seat. His back rested against the inside wall of the cabin, one foot propped up on the bench, his potions book resting on his thigh. If they had all been muggles she was sure they wouldn’t have been friends. Draco was very handsome, and every year he seemed to become more so. With sharp features, storm grey eyes, and shoulder length silky white blonde hair, he should have been every school girl’s fantasy.

She on the other hand considered herself very plain. Her eyes were boring and brown, not even dark brown, her hair was a frizzy mane that was near impossible to control without magic. Her breasts were average, her hips more wide then narrow but her curves hardly hour glass. Other then being a bright and talented witch, she was sure she had nothing else to offer.

When the train finally ground to a halt outside of Hogsmeade Hermione and Draco put away their books and gathered their things from the overhead compartments, Luna trailed behind, still reading her magazine. Once out into the halls they were swept up in the torrent of bodies all moving forward in pulses. The constant but uneven flow of people separated the three friends, pulling each at a different pace as it moved.

Pulled toward the train’s closest exit by the current of bodies Hermione soon found herself standing in the warm evening air, the smell of the forest and the lake filling her lungs and welcoming her back to Hogwarts and the world of magic.

“Well, well…” Came a deep voice close to her ear. “Looking lovely as ever Granger.”

Hermione sighed, and tried not to blush at complement. “What do you want Potter?”

“Wanted to give you the chance to join the Marauders. We have an opening, and I figured you had to be tired of being part of the ‘Tragic Trio’.”

Hermione scowled, “Well you thought wrong.” She stated coldly before breaking from the crowd to find an empty carriage.

Instead, she found a scowling blond leaning against a black lacquered coach, his arms crossed over his chest. “What were you and Potter talking about?” He demanded.

Hermione rolled her eyes, “You know, sometimes you have the nasty habit of acting like a jealous boyfriend.”

Draco flushed a brilliant shade of pink before pushing himself of the carriage wall and moving to hoist her trunk into the open door. “Or maybe I act like a protective brother.”

There was a barely contained snicker from the depths of the dimly let coach followed by Luna’s dreamy voice, “and I’m a Crumple-Horned Snorkack.”

“I didn’t ask your opinion Luna.” Draco grouched as both girls erupted into a fit of laughter.

Still giggling slightly she climbed into the carriage, followed by Draco and sat next to Luna, leaving the opposite cushion for him.

Watching him stare blankly out the window, she realized that the reasons their relationship had never progressed passed good friends, was entirely his fault. Though she admitted that it was hard to tell if the blond had any romantic feelings toward her. He tend to stumble when it came to showing any real emotions other then anger. A trait she blamed Professor Snape for; after all, the grouchy older man had been Draco’s only male role model as he grew up.

Once at the entrance to the Great Hall the three friends said their good-bye’s and went to their respective house tables.

Turning her attention to the front of the room Hermione immersed herself into the magic and wonder of the sorting ceremony. She never tired of the start of the year feast, of the old worn hat and his strange, yet comforting songs. She understood the nervous energy that filled the first year students as they lined up. She’d felt the same way.

One by one the first years sat upon the old stool, each taking a moment to look out at the sea of faces before the tattered old sorting hat was placed atop their heads.

Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, Slytherin, the hat would call the house name clear and loud so everyone watching would know where the new student would belong. Sometimes the decision was made instantaneously, like it had with Draco. Others, the old hat seemed to ponder for several moments before declaring a house, much as it had with her when she had been in their place.

“Hufflepuff!” The hat declared after being placed on the head of a sandy brown haired boy, who looked slightly skittish. Hermione wondered if he was muggle-born, since he seemed out of place amidst some of the other first year wizards.

The Hufflepuff table erupted into applause and he made his way down the hall to an empty space that was made for him on the bench.

“Veronica Weaver.” Professor McGonagall called.

As the bouncy first year made her way to the stool there was a loud pop from the Hufflepuff table, several of the students had scrambled from their seats and the young first year who had just joined them was staring wide eyed at the bench, the back side of his robes smoking slightly.

As Hermione watched, the ceremony that she felt was the most sacred thing at Hogwarts crumbled into chaos. Students stood from their seats, the teachers called for order, and Draco was across the Great Hall, his face just inches from that of Harry Potter, his pale fingers wrapped in the front of the other boy’s robes.

“That was uncalled for Potter!” He seethed, and Hermione’s mind was racing to put together the pieces of the puzzle that had led to what appeared to be yet another verbal fight between the two

“Take your hands off me Malfoy, or you’re going to regret it.” Potter warned in an even tone.

“Picking on first years should be beneath even you Potter. One Hundred points from Gryffindor, and detentions for the next month.” He spat

Potter snarled and then, almost from no where Weasley stood from his seat and brought his fist to Draco’s cheek, sending him to the floor with one powerful blow.

“Draco!” Hermione screamed, rushing to his side as he struggled to sit up.

The crowed that had gathered had started the age old chant of “Fight, fight!” The teachers attempted to breach the ever growing ring of young bodies. Potter and Weasley laughed, as they stood over their fallen advisory.

Hermione reached out to take hold of Draco’s arm. “Draco are you all right?”

“Awww… here comes Granger to save you Mopey, just like always.” Weasley laughed.

A low growl rumbled through Draco’s chest, the sound was drowned out by the chanting of the crowed, but Hermione could feel it. “Leave off Granger!” He snapped, pulling his arm free of her grasp. “I didn’t ask for your help. I’m not some sort of bloody charity case.”

Hermione was shocked to say the least. Somehow, hearing her last name come from Draco’s lips cut her deeper then any blade could have managed. She nodded dumbly and stepped back.

“Silence!” Came the booming voice of Dumbledore, amplified by his wand so that it bounced off the walls of the Great Hall.

The students instantly fell silent.

“Please return to your seats so that we may continue the sorting ceremony and the start of the year feast.”

Everyone complied, and there was silence once again.

Hermione watched the last few students as they were sorted, her mind mulling over everything. The shock of the previous few minutes had worn off, and as Dumbledore began his speech, sorrow was replaced by anger.

How dare he! her mind screamed. I was trying to help. Bastard, he had no right to yell at me like that. I should hex him bald! By the end of the speech, just as dinner appeared on the long tables, Hermione was seething.

The sound of her head of house asking Harry Potter and Ron Weasley to make their way to the Head Master’s office after the feast was the only thing that caused her to realize that she had yet to even place anything on her plate. Quickly scooping roast and potatoes onto her plate she tried to focus more on eating and less on how mad she was at the boy who was suppose to be her closest friend.
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