Bittersweet | By : valkyrie136 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 32795 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2 |
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It was a day like any other; passengers hurried to and fro to catch their trains but none were aware of the occasional cluster of people who disappeared between platforms nine and ten.
Perhaps they chose not to see them; either way for Hermione Granger who looked foreword to her sixth year at Hogwarts, she could only hope that this year would be slightly less dangerous than those before.
Once she stepped onto Platform Nine and Three-Quarters, she turned and embraced her parents, both who cautioned to be careful this year. She gave them both an extra squeeze, just for good measure, then turned towards the Express.
Now where are they, she thought as her eyes flickered over the hoards of students. She saw brown hair, dark hair—no, that was too tame to be Harry, so she focused for the tell-tale red hair of Ron because wherever he was Harry was sure to be close behind.
Ugh, platinum blond hair most definitely not Ron.
Hermione’s distaste was only brief; because she soon caught sight of two red heads and a grin broke out on her face. Quickly she delivered her trunks to be loaded aboard then hurried over, murmuring ‘excuse me’s’ as she mad her way through the enormous crowd.
Finally, almost breathless, she was at the side of her best friends in the world—Ginny had long since moved through the crowd to meet her friends but Harry was grinning at her, and she turned to look at Ron and felt her insides quiver in that unfamiliar way when one is looking at something exciting and new for the first time.
Except she had known Ron for six years now—and somewhere along the way she had begun to see him as more than just a friend.
Hermione, you are absolutely hopeless, she thought silently, as she felt her insides bubble when Ron grinned and said, “Hermione, I missed you this summer!”
“Really? I’m sure you did just fine, romping around the continent with your brothers.”
He shook her head, “Yeah, but it’s never the same without you and Harry.”
As she thought—he still saw her as a friend.
“How have things been Harry?”
Harry, who seemed to smile less and less lately, shrugged diffidently, “I can’t confess to anything new. Perhaps tonight, we can catch up.”
Hermione nodded, catching his meaning—there were ears and eyes everywhere.
After a couple more minutes of innocent conversation, during which Ron and Harry had playfully pretended to go at each other, they, boarded the train.
Ron and Harry went in search of an empty compartment while Hermione went to first exchange a few greetings with other Gryffindor girl’s before she was swept up in the evening’s festivities.
As she backed out of the compartment, laughing, she was not paying attention to where she was going and walked head first into a breathing brick wall.
“Ouch, excuse m—“
Her words died in her throat as she looked up into the pale face of Malfoy.
Except it did not precisely happen that way.
Hermione’s eyes had been on the ground, her head had hit the brick wall, and still smiling but blushing in embarrassment, she had righted herself and looked up…
Into eyes so frigid they could turn water to ice.
Before she could shake away her surprise, Malfoy shoved her roughly into the wall, “I’ll have to burn these now, mudblood.” He spat the words, while delicately using his gloved hands to brush away his clothing.
She scowled at him—you would think she had flung dragon dung on his fancy black outfit—he looked like a young version of his evil father.
Before she could fling back a retort, he had moved past her, and she forced herself to count to three before making her way towards the other end of the train, where Harry and Ron awaited.
Except when she stepped inside, she found no Harry and Ron was currently chatting to Lavender Brown, who was fluttering her eyes and simpering quite openly.
For Hermione, it was like a blow to the stomach.
Willing tears to stay at bay, she returned Ron’s wave when he spotted her, then quickly hurried away to find another compartment.
It’ll be okay Hermione, she tried to soothe herself, he doesn’t know you like him. All he sees is a pair of boobs; he doesn’t know her. It’ll be okay.
But she was never more unsure of herself.
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