Twisted- HARRY POTTER

#16

Okay, HUGE time skip here... may add some more chapters in between😜

Harry and Neville were ready. Home!! And it would be amazing because Hermione and Ron were coming to stay after Christmas for the remaining part of the holiday. Hermione had invited Draco to stay during Christmas for a bit (much to the displeasure of her friends and Draco's family, as they only cared for pure-bloods). Skye had weirdly refused. She had said something about Hogwarts. 

"Harry... where's my rememberall? Sirius might wanna see if I still have it."

Harry heard Neville and jumped to his trunk. He got out his quidditch robes and in the pocket was Neville's remembrall. He had kept it there for safekeeping from Draco Malfoy. Admittedly, he had been better lately. Hermione's company had really began to soften up his edges. He was no longer turning his nose up at people who weren't pure bloods and had actually made attempts to be kind. Though he still hated Harry, Neville and Ron, he didn't go out of his way to make their lives miserable. However, after being with his snotty family for the holidays, he was sure to turn around. 

"Thanks! I'm so excited for Christmas! I can't wait to tell everyone the story of what happened with the Philosophers Stone and Professor Quirrell!" Neville exclaimed.

"Yeah," Harry replied. He wasn't really listening to Neville. Instead he was thinking of Hermione and Draco. Could Hermione really like Draco. Why would she. He had been so rude to Neville, Ron and me. It was obvious why Draco liked Hermione. She was nice, pretty and intelligent. She passed all of her tests with high scores. She even got 150% in Charms! The question still remained though. Why did Hermione like Draco?

Sooner then anyone thought, they were all standing outside with their trunks waiting, once again for the Hogwarts Express. 

"Hello everyone! Would you like to sit in the same carriage?" Hermione approached the group.

"Yes!" everyone chorused, except for Ron, who said "what happened to greasy-hair?" but everyone ignored him. They were all trying to be at least civil with Draco, if not kind.

Suddenly, a large whistle sounded. The Hogwarts Express was here. 

"Come on Neville! We don't want to have to go on one of the bad carriages!" Harry said. Through the chaos they managed to find seats. Luckily, they found an empty one, though it wasn't easy. Everyone was tired from the year, so for a bit, they just sat in the train, taking in the view. Skye was looking particularly peaky. She had a couple more marks on her arms. They looked like scratches from an animal, however she kept no pets and she only ever played with Hermione's Crup, Stella, but she had died recently, so it couldn't have been from her. Only Hermione had noticed these new scratches, as Skye usually wore long sleeves. Whatever these scratches were remained a mystery. The silence was then interrupted by Hermione. 

"Draco! What are you doing here? I thought you were with... Pansy!" Hermione spat out the name spitefully. She knew that Pansy had betrayed Skye and was mad at the girl. 

"I was but. Well. I was sent away from the Slytherins because I hang out with you and you're a. Well, you know!" Draco was reluctant to speak.

"Mudblood." Hermione said, trying but failing to hide her sadness.

"I hate Slytherins." Draco said, comforting Hermione.

"Hey! We aren't that bad!" Skye cut in. "OK. Fine. Some of us are. OK, OK, OK! Only me and Ivy are fine." She added after looks from the others. 

"That's more like it" said Hermione trying to hide her smile. Everyone around her including Hermione started laughing.

"So, what are you doing for Christmas guys?" Harry asked.

"Home"

"Uhmm" nothing 

Skye was very mysterious in that sort of way. 

"Wait, Skye... I thought you were staying at Hogwarts for Christmas?."

"Change of plans Mione"

"The rest of us are going to Harry and Neville's house after Christmas, for the remainder of the holidays, but we're spending Christmas Eve and Christmas at Ron's"

"That's nice... Sorry I can't come"

Why do you think Skye can't come?