Chapter 1 : Home At Last
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A/n: I wrote this a year ago and I am honesty so embarrassed by my writing! Every chapter in this story will be edited and extended. I have intentions to continue this story once all the chapters are edited to their best. Thanks. It's never too late to read and review (contructive criticism is greatly appreciated)
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the amazing world of Harry Potter. I only own the plot.
Told in Hermione's POV:
“Have fun!” Mrs. Weasley cried out, pulling me, Harry, and Ron into a huge bear hug. I stifled a laugh as we were brought together for a tight imbrace, before we left Mrs. Weasley for Hogwarts. I sniffed in the homey smell of Mrs. Wealey’s hand knitted cardigan. Her soft smell clung to us as we pulled apart from the warming hug. The hug we shared not just as friends, and companions, but as a family.
“Take care! I love you!” She pecked us all on the cheeks before we hopped onto the Hogwarts express. I dragged my huge, worn suitcase that I’ve had since my first year, full of school supplies to an open compartment.
I slumped down into the familiar, soft seat, and before I knew it, I was drifting off to a quiet little nap, my even breathing and my steady heartbeat being the rhythm that I listened to as I drifted off. After what felt like only a few minutes, I was woken up by Ron who was shaking me roughly.
“Wake up Hermione! We’re there!!!” he said excitedly, pushing me into sitting position.
Grabbing my heavier than usual luggage, I followed the line of students pouring out of the train and quickly made my way to the carriages, waving to Hagrid on the way. i dragged behind Harry and Ron, who had already joined Neville, Luna, Ginny, Dean, and Seamus in a full carriage. That left me to find a carriage by myself.
Great, I thought, blowing a piece of curly caramel hair frustratingly out of my face. I stopped at the only carriage left. Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked in slowly.
“Is this carriage full?” I asked curiously to the person sitting with his back to me.
“No, but don’t bother me if you’re going to sit here.” A smooth voice drawled. My expression turned horror struck. The voice belonged to Draco Malfoy. With no other choice, I lowered myself reluctantly into the seat as far away from Malfoy as possible.
I glanced at Malfoy out of the corner of my eye. He looked different somehow, he looked more tired, and weary. His trademark smirk no longer was etched apon his sharp features like they used to always be for the past five years that Hermione had knew Malfoy. His pale, pointed face looked depressed, and tired. His silver-blue eyes held sorrow and pain. He was wringing his hands nervously on his lap, and his normally neat white-blonde hair was a bit tousled, and messy looking.
Suddenly, as if he had a pair of eyes on the back of his head, Malfoy turned around slowly, feeling my chocolate brown eyes on him. I felt a light blush slowly crept across my face, making my face heat up a little. He stared into my eyes, his full of questioning, curiosity, and a disgusted face as if my presence was making him sick. But as I stared back, I saw something else in his eyes. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it though. Finally I realized they held a mix of sorrow, confusion, regret, and one more thing. I searched his silver-blue orbs, looking deep into them, searching for the last emotion. This emotion I found, wasn’t as simple as just one. It was a mixture of wanting, of change, it was like he wished that somehow, he could be free. His gaze held a feeling of imprisonment. Of fear. There. I saw it. It was fear. Fear of something, I did not know yet. But there was fear. There was definitely fear in there.
“Sorry” I muttered, quickly breaking the gaze. I snapped back to reality, and turned around, to look outside the carriage windows.
“Mmmhmm” Malfoy murmured softly, so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. He was talking mostly to himself though. I let out a sigh of relief, a breath that I had no clue I had been holding ever since I got on this carriage. Then with a rush of confusion I realized something. Malfoy hadn’t insulted me, or called me Mudblood even once yet.
My eyebrows furrowed as I concentrated on the folds of my robes feeling the soft fabric over, as a distraction, trying hard to figure out the cause of that. Malfoy… being civil? Unheard of!
Suddenly, the carriage lurched to a stop. I was finally home, at Hogwarts. The excitement of seeing my friends, and finally being somewhere where I belong kept my mind off Malfoy’s strange behavior. I was home at last! Malfoy's encounter lay forgotten at the back of my mind as I waved to Professor Dumbledore, and found Harry and Ron, at the Gryffindor table. The familiar Great Hall came to view and a rush of excitement took over me, causing butterflies to flutter excitedly in the pit of my stomach. All was well again. Well, for now at least.
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