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My Savior	By : ShelbieRae Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 9303 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Alright so I am back on my laptop guys and ready to update yet another chapter!
As Hermione entered Platform 9 3/4, she was assaulted by the memory of her first year; she was so amazed by everything she saw. No matter how many times she walked into that platform, it got her every time. She teared up, remembering her parents and how nervous they looked about walking through a brick wall, and how proud they looked as they watched the train roll away from the station.
She shook her head to clear the tears away. Her parents wouldn't want her to dwell on their death. They would want her to live her life in their memory. Which is exactly what she planned to do. Yes, she missed them. Yes, it had not been easy without them. Yes, sometimes she wished she could walk into her mom's loving embrace and be able to be a young kid again, needing her mother's’ assurance. But, she would live in their memory and make every moment that she did have with them count.
She moved about the platform, between excited first years, and other students seeing their friends again. It felt so weird being here without Ron and Harry. The year in general would feel weird without them by her side, getting her into trouble every time she turned around from fixing the last problem. Maybe, she could actually avoid getting detention with Filch this year!
A head of red hair could be seen bobbing its way through the crowd and break through a group of third years to where Hermione stood. Ginny walked over to Hermione and hugged her tight. "Hey 'Mione. You ready?" Hermione nodded and they boarded their train with trunks in tow.
They moved down the length of the train, looking for an empty compartment. They found one with Luna and Neville already sitting in it and they scooted in, and loaded their trunks above.
"Hey everybody how was your summer?" Hermione questioned warmly.
"Mine was great," Luna spoke up, "my father and I went hunting for wrackspurts in Germany. Then we went to Italy to search for crumbledinks."
"That's interesting Luna…" Hermione answered slowly as Ginny snickered. Hermione nudged her and looked at Neville. "What about you Nev?"
"Oh it was great," he answered, "Grandma and I went on a road trip in America. We went to all kinds of muggle monuments." Hermione smiled knowing those ordinary muggle things fascinated wizards. “Then I came back and spent the rest of the summer with this lovely lady.” he finished, winding his arm around Luna’s waist. Hermione’s smile grew; she was so happy for the young couple. They deserved to be happy after everything they had been through.
"That sounds really cool! I've never been to America." Ginny responded sadly. Hermione felt bad for the girl. She wished she could do something to help her family after all they had done for her and Harry.
Hermione was about to speak again until she caught sight of her watch and realized that if she didn't leave now she would be late for the prefects meeting. "Well I gotta get going. I have a prefects meeting in 10 minutes." She announced.
They all bid her goodbye and Hermione turned around and ran straight into a broad back attached to a pale blond head.
Draco had been walking towards the prefect cart with the Head Boy badge attached to his chest when a small, soft body ran straight into his back.
He turned around, a smart-ass comment at the ready, only to be met with a most confused Hermione Granger. And my, my, my had she filled out over the summer. Her hips had gotten wider and her breasts had definitely gotten larger. Not that Draco had been keeping tabs of course. But God, how could he not? She really wasn’t bad looking at all. ‘Wait what am I thinking?’ Draco thought to himself with a mental slap to the face, ‘this is Granger we are talking about. She’s ugly, with beaver teeth and bushy hair.’
Except, she wasn’t. Her teeth were now perfectly straight and her hair had tamed itself into shiny loose curls falling down her back to her waist.
Meanwhile outside of Draco’s inner monologue and arguing with himself, Hermione winced, knowing a hurtful comment was probably on its way to be crushed up like a piece of paper to be hurled at her face. Instead she got the shock of her life when she heard the mumbled words of "Sorry Granger" before he walked ahead, avoiding her gaze.
Hermione stood there in absolute silence, mouth agape, eyes wide. 'That was Draco Malfoy,' she thought to herself, 'the one who tormented you for years, then tried to kill you and all your friends, and watched his deranged aunt torture you. And he just apologized.' Her mind ran a million miles per minute. Finally her mind awoke long enough to realize that now she was terribly late.
She sprinted down the length of the train, and burst through the doors of the compartment. Everybody stared in alarm and fright at the famous Hermione Granger looking so distraught. Meanwhile, Draco was very closely examining how entrancing her breasts were as her chest heaved up and down.
Dammit! Where were these thoughts coming from? This was the bookworm, know-it-all, goody two shoes. Just the kind of girl he couldn't stand. Plus, it was Granger, Pothead's friend. He couldn't stand any of them.
And what was with this apologizing for her running into him. Even if it was his fault he shouldn't be apologizing. 'I am a Malfoy,' he thought arrogantly, 'and we do not apologize.'
He made the conscience decision that from now on there would be not more apologizing to anyone, especially Granger. And no more bloody sexy thoughts about her either. He was on a mission to find his mate not dabble in thoughts about an insufferable know it all. He shook his head in disgust and tuned in to listen to the aforementioned girl.
After she calmed down she went to the front of the compartment so she could speak to the prefects.
"Welcome everyone," she started, "I hope you all had a good summer. Congratulations! You've all received the wonderful privilege of being prefects. There's not really much to be done yet because we have yet to get timetables set up. The Head Boy and I will get those set up sometime this week. Who is our Head Boy?" she added as an afterthought.
Hermione got the second shock of her life in one day as Draco Malfoy, whom she had not seen in the corner, stepped forward and raised his hand.
"Malfoy?!" she screeched. He raised one perfect pale eyebrow and answered, "Yes Granger that is my name. Though I know it's impossible to keep from screaming it, I don't think this is the right place or time." He finished with a wink. Hermione spluttered, "What?!" she shrieked. Malfoy sent her his signature smirk. She made it just too easy to rile her.
"Everybody out," Hermione ordered in a low voice, "now."
"But Her…" a little fifth year interjected; in which Hermione interrupted, "I said OUT!" Everybody flinched and scuttled out the door quickly. Draco thought this all to be absolutely hilarious. He had never seen her so angry. It was comical. Though he did admit, it was slightly scary to see her eyes look at him with such a murderous glint in her eyes. When the door was closed, she began pacing and ranting to herself, "I can't believe McGonagall chose him. What is she thinking?" Draco couldn't help it. He busted out laughing.
Hermione turned to him and with a look that would make even Voldemort flinch in terror, she sent a hex at him that turned his mouth into a zipper and zipped it up.
"Listen here you incompetent arse. If you make any trouble for me this year, I will personally take your balls and stretch them over your shoulder and shove them down your throat. I will NOT be a victim and you will NOT bully me this year. I have survived a bloody war, I have battled far worse than the likes of you, and you don’t scare me. You don’t even affect me anymore. So please, politely, go FUCK yourself." She finished in a deadly tone.
Draco gulped as she undid the curse and stalked out of the room. ‘I’m pretty sure that is the first time I have ever heard her curse.’ he mused to himself. ‘She has sure developed quite the attitude and mouth on her.’
It was going to be one hell of a year.
A/N: Well here it is: chapter 4!
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