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“Morning Ron,” smirked Ginny, flinging a small doxy dropping at her brother. “How was your night?” Ginny knew that Ron and Hermione had argued the night before, over a stupid disagreement. Ginny was sympathetic, of course, but she couldn’t help teasing her brother a bit.
“Shut up Ginny, and mind your own business.” Ron glared at her. He was still grumpy about the fight Hermione and he had had last night, but he figured she would come round; after all, she loved him just as much as he loved him. Right?
Hermione Granger lay in bed, fuming about Ron and his nerve.Her feelings towards Ronald have changed drastically during the summer holidays. Before now, Hermione seemed to think he was a little daft, sure, but also funny, witty, and sweet. Hermione laughed out loud. Whatever feelings she had felt for him before were clearly gone now. She decided to end it with him now, rather than keeping up the pretence that she still loved him.
As Hermione entered the kitchen of The Burrow, just in time to see Ron wolfing down large mouthfuls of toast, smeared generously with peanut butter and jam. Hermione shuddered delicately and tried hard to keep the disgust off her face. “Ronald. RONALD!” she called. “I need to talk to you.” She led the way from the kitchen to the broom cupboard.
Ron grinned at her, (mouth still full) clearly thinking she was about to apologise. Hermione took a deep breath and started. “Ron. I’ve thought about this for quite a while now, and I don’t think we should be seeing each other. I may have had feelings for you in the past, but somehow, over the holidays, these feelings have kind of…disappeared. Oh come on Ron, you know we can’t keep seeing each other, we argue almost every night!” Ron felt his grin sliding off his face like stinksap, only to be replaced by a mingled look of shock, defiance and anger.
“WHAT?! HERMIONE ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FREAKING MIND? YOU BELONG WITH ME AND YOU KNOW IT. STOP DENYING THAT YOU LOVE ME, BECAUSE I KNOW YOU DO. WE ARENT BREAKING UP HERMIONE, JUST BECAUSE YOU THINK YOU CAN DO BETTER THAN ME, DOESN’T MEAN IT’S TRUE.” Ron took a deep breath and continued shouting at a livid Hermione. “BUT FINE, IF IT’S WHAT YOU WANT, ALRIGHT, GO ON, I DON’T CARE, AT LEAST I’LL HAVE LAVENDER TO KEEP ME COMPANY, BECAUSE IF YOU HAVENT NOTICED, SOME OTHER GIRLS HAVE TAKEN AN INTEREST IN ME TOO! BUT I’LL GIVE YOU A SECOND CHANGE HERMIONE, AND ILL FORGET THIS CONERSATION EVEN HAPPENED.” With that, Ron made to stroll out of the broom closet, but Hermione turned him around and slapped him full across the face, tears streaming down her face.
“HOW DARE YOU! AND WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU’LL STILL HAVE LAVENDER? OR HAVE YOU BEEN CHEATING ON ME BEHIND MY BACK?” She cried haughtily. “BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER NOW, IM LEAVING, SO I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU’VE DONE! BUT I MUST HAVE BEEN OUT OF MY MIND TO EVEN GO OUT WITH YOU, YOU DISGUSTING FOUL FLOBBERWORM!” Hermione screamed, she spun on her heel, and stormed up to her room, despite Ron’s desperate apologies and pleads for her not to leave.
Hermione had had enough; she couldn’t stay here anymore, and face Ron and take his sloppy kisses, sheepish expressions, or stupid remarks. She would go anywhere, (perhaps the leaky cauldron) and stay there until her seventh year started at Hogwarts. She packed her trunk and left, walking swiftly past Ginny and Harry’s dumbfounded expressions. She muttered goodbye, then marched out the front door, leaving Ron looking upset and shocked in the doorway.
Hermione had booked a small dingy room in the leaky cauldron, seeing as she only had to live there for a couple more days until her return to Hogwarts. She was rather unstable and still upset about the incident that Ron had let slip during their break up. He had slept with Lavender behind Hermione’s back. She loathed him, and she would make him pay. Feeling herself breaking down, she flung herself on her bed, and cried.
Her letter from Hogwarts came with a tawny barn owl, and included a shiny red and gold badge- she had been made Head Girl.
For the first time in days, she felt a little happier; she was going back to Hogwarts as head girl! She wondered vaguely who had been made Head Boy, but she supposed she would find out on the Hogwarts express on September 1st. Hermione wasn’t totally over her argument with Ron, as his harsh words still made her flinch and her eyes water. She held herself together, but she knew she would explode one day and floods of tears would escape.
September 1st finally arrived, and Hermione was waiting to board the shiny train that would take her to Hogwarts. On the platform, she saw Harry and Ginny start towards her, (with Ron following wearily) but Hermione quickly walked away from them, hoping to control her anger and tears before she had another screaming fit at Ron.
Hermione climbed into the Head’s compartment, having no desire at all to sit with Ron, though she should probably tell Ginny and Harry that it has nothing to do with them. As she sad contemplating, an arrogant throat clearing came from the doorframe.
“What do you want Malfoy?” She demanded. She wasn’t in the mood for mocking or name calling. He smirked the traditional Malfoy smirk.
“I should have known… who else would make a Mudblood a head girl?
” Draco Malfoy flopped onto the seat diagonally opposite her, still smirking. Hermione realised, and sighed internally. Obviously Malfoy had been made Head boy. He was equally intelligent as Hermione, not to mention popular, and (though she grudgingly admitted) quite good looking. But he was still the same jerk who had made her life miserable for the past 6 years. Sharing a Head’s dormitory would be hard. Maybe she could suggest a truce?
“Malfoy, I know we hate each other, but I just don’t think that we could work together when we hate each other, or we’ll end up killing each other by the end of the year.”
Draco considered this, it would be nice not to have to sneer and retort every time he saw her, but she was still a Mudblood…and a Gryffindor. But at least it would be something to do, try and be nice to Granger. He grinned “Alright Granger, I’ll try and play nice for a while”
Hermione sighed with relief and…disbelief. She couldn’t believe Malfoy would agree to be nice to her at all! Maybe people could change...
Draco felt strange, like he was about to attempt the impossible. Being friends with the Mudblood Granger came at a risk. His Slytherin friends would surely taunt and jeer at him, and his father would strongly disapprove and start lecturing Draco about blood status and filthy Mudbloods. But he had agreed rashly to her offer, and his Slytherin pride didn’t allow him to back out. He decided he might as well try starting to be nice to her, if he was going to have to do it for the rest of the year.
“So…Gra- Hermione, how are things with you?” He hid a smirk. She looked so surprised to be addressed by her first name that she promptly dropped a book onto the floor. Draco picked it up for her, with a mocking little bow as he returned it to her. “Thanks…Draco” she muttered to the floor.
Maybe this could work? Though there was a hint of sarcasm in Draco’s attempt to be nice to her, maybe they could get through the rest of the year without constantly being at each other’s throats. The idea relaxed her, and she smiled a tiny bit at her used-to-be-arch-enemy. Perhaps they could even become friends?
Draco was bored. Why couldn’t he leave and return to his Slytherin compartment, where his best friend Blaise Zabini was sitting with the other Slytherins? He glanced at the girl opposite him, and felt his stomach do a somersault. She was smiling a tiny smile at him, but she had never smiled at him before, and it certainly was something to look at. Her tight faded jeans and her purple shirt fitted around her perfectly, and emphasised her slim waist and long legs. Draco didn’t remember her body changing so much, but maybe that was because he was too busy insulting her to notice. He inspected her closely now. Her golden brown hair was less frizzy, and lay in a wavy pattern down her back, and her eyes were large and chocolate brown, emphasised with long, dark lashes and pale pink cheeks.
She was rather beautiful.
NO! How could he be looking at her this way? Thinking she was beautiful?! She was still a Mudblood. And a Gryffindor. Don’t be silly Draco, he repeated over and over again in his head. But there was no denying it. He pushed her out of his mind, and prevented himself to let his thoughts wander too closely to Hermione Granger. But there was definitely something there.
Hermione was determinedly staring out the window. She could feel Draco Malfoy’s eyes searching her face and body, like an inspection. She tried with all her might not to blush, but most likely failed, as her cheeks felt rather warm. After her had looked away, she sneaked a glance at him, performing her own assessment of him now
He had white-blond hair, matched with startling blue and grey eyes that were so beautiful Hermione blushed in spite of herself. He had a handsome figure, tall and muscly (unlike Ron’s lanky body) and his robes were tailored to fit him snugly, (emphasising his muscles even more). He was rather…sexy
WHOA. HERMIONE! What are you doing! Why are you thinking about Draco Malfoy like that? Isn’t he a Slytherin and your best friend’s arch nemesis?! Stop it stop it. She pushed all thoughts of him out of her mind. Hermione felt her colour rising, and returned to staring out the window.
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