Mad About the Boy

Hermione sighed deeply as she pulled her weary body into the empty Head Student’s compartment of the hurtling Hogwarts Express. She was never that annoying in her first year, was she? Perhaps she would delegate the next few rounds to some of the new Prefects after all, she pondered as she helped herself to a chocolate frog from the assortment of treats that had been laid out on small side table.

‘Stuffing your face Granger?’ A voice she unfortunately recognized immediately sneered from the now open compartment door.

‘Malfoy?’ She span round to face him only to be confronted with the front of his robes. He was a lot closer than she thought and a lot taller too it seemed. She tilted her head up and finally her eyes connected with those infamous silver orbs of Draco Malfoy’s all the girls in her year had giggled over relentlessly for six years. ‘What are you doing here? This compartment is reserved for the Head boy and girl.’ Hermione lightly touched her gleaming badge with subconscious pride. And not for foul gits like you she thought inwardly.

‘True you are Granger.’ he countered, smirk still intact. ‘Don’t mind if I do?’ he drawled as he snapped the remainder of her chocolate frog out of her fingers and settled down into one of the seats as he plopped the half bitten treat into his mouth. Hermione visibly riled as she finally caught a glimpse of something shiny and painfully familiar near the top of his robes where his collar jutted out.

‘YOU?’ She half shrieked as she backed herself into one of the seats opposite the self professed Prince of Slytherin. ‘But…you…no…you?’

‘Why so surprised Granger? Who else did you expect?’ He paused and eyed her slowly as her breathing became less erratic while she pondered his question. He was right; no other boy in their year had grades like his or as much influence over students as he. But Malfoy! Head boy! Her head reeled once more.
‘Yes, me. A long awaited stroke of genius on Dumbledore’s part if I may, although it’s some what dulled by your appointment.’ The last part he added with a faux frown, for he was still grinning eerily at her.

Hermione gagged as it occurred to her that she would have to share her newly acquired living space with the sinister creature in front of her. She would wake up every morning to his favored pet name for her, mudblood. And when she would be studying by the fire he would be there too, hovering and taunting her like an oily smudge on the last page of her favorite book. No!

‘But yes Granger!’ He snapped, his voice tinged by anger now. He did it again! He answered her thoughts as though she had said them out loud yet she knew she hadn’t, because her voice was quite certainly lost. Of that she was sure. She gasped as he leaned forward out of his seat in a flash and his face was now suddenly very close to her own, eyes sparkling with new mischief. ‘What’s the matter Granger? Snake got your tongue?’

Be brave Gryffindor! A small voice in her head called out snapping her out of her state of unexplainable fear.

‘Why Malfoy? You’re awfully close, not worried about catching any Mudblood germs I take it?’ She hissed.

The blonde began to lean back as her words hit him and realization of their proximity sunk in. But her growing smile in seeing him retreat stopped him abruptly. He glowered at her for half a second before she felt a tug on the front of her robes and found herself on top of him on the other side of the compartment, chest to chest, noses grazing, brown eyes locked on grey.

‘Nothing scares me Granger. Not even the filth in your blood.’ He snarled before crashing his lips onto hers.

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Author's Note: Hi all! I'm not new to AFF, but totally new to writing my own Fan Fiction. Reviews would be greatly appreciated. Not to mention a beta-reader perhaps?

Thanks! Lalionne x