Perfect Enemies ~Draco and Hermione

~Characters Belong To J.K Rowling~



In a compartment on the train to Hogwarts were the Golden

Trio with three friends for their last year. In the compartment were Harry

James Potter, Ronald Bilius Weasley, Hermione Jean Granger, Ginevra (Ginny)

Molly Weasley, Luna Scamander Lovegood and Neville Longbottom. They were all

talking except for Hermione who was reading Hogwarts A History for the tenth

time. She was about to flip the page when she was startled by a noise and they

looked up to see Draco Lucius Malfoy opening the compartment door. "What do you

want Malfoy?" Growled Ron. "I need Granger. Professor McGongall wishes to see

us both." He said with his dark cold grey eyes staring at her soft brown eyes. He

turned to leave and Hermione stood up setting her book aside and following

Draco.Surprisingly, he hasn't insulted her and they walked quietly to a room

where Professor McGonagall was sitting in a desk. Hermione and Draco sat on two

empty chairs."Now that you two are Head Boy and Head Girl, you need to stay in

one compartment. I will also not tolerate any fighting." She said staring at

Draco."You may leave now." And with that Hermione and Draco stood and left. They

parted ways to their own compartments to get their things. Hermione walked in

with everyone staring at her. "What?" She asked picking up her luggage and

book. "Where you going Mione?" asked Harry. "Professor McGonagall wants me and

Malfoy in one compartment." She muttered

"Well be careful with him." Harry said hugging Hermione then

everyone else joined. After a good minutes Draco tapped on the door. Hermione

sighed and left. Draco grabbed her luggage. "What the bloody hell do you think

you're doing?" She asked with coldness in her voice. "We'll get there faster."

Draco said carrying his and her luggage and Hermione realized he was strong.

She snapped out of it and sat down in compartment with Draco sitting in front

of her. She leaned her head against the window with Draco staring at her

uncomfortably. She's bloody hot! He

thought and realized what he was thinking. He was interrupted by her voice. "Why

haven't you insulted me?" "I never stopped you filthy Mudblood." He muttered

but for some reason he didn't want to say it. She chuckled and leaned back on

her chair and pulled up her sleeves to reveal the word 'Mudblood carved into

her skin. "Did it hurt?" He asked quietly. "Alot." She replied back quietly.

Suddenly Draco felt angry at Bellatrix for that. How could she have hurt

someone like Hermione? Wait, why did he

care? She's a filthy Mudblood remember? He looked at her and saw she was asleep

with a small smile across her face. She looked beautiful he thought. He scolded

himself for that thought and looked out the window for the rest of the train

ride.