You're Mine (A Dramione Story)

Chapter 2: The Hogwarts Express

     "Hermione! Hermione!"
     Hermione turned around to see Ginny Weasley running towards her, long red hair flowing, dragging her leather trunk behind her. She nearly knocked over a worker at Kings Cross in her haste to get to Hermione. When she reached her, she pushed her trunk aside. It wobbled for a moment, as if on the verge of falling. Then it steadied itself.
"I've missed you!" Ginny said breathlessly, throwing her arms around Hermione.
Hermione hugged her friend back. Ever since fourth year after the Yule Ball, the two had grown close. She had comforted Hermione after Ron and her had argued, told her what an idiot he was. She was one of the reasons that Ron and Hermione had started dating.
After the war though, they had broken up. It was a mutual feeling. They had both decided that their friendship was too strong, and that they would be better off as friends. Hermione had taken it quite easier than she thought she would. She had thought that she loved him, but she realized that all of those feelings toward him had only been friendly. Nothing more than that.
     "I've missed you too, Ginny!" Hermione replied. She looked over the top of Ginny's head to see Harry and Ron running towards her as well. Hermione untangled herself from the youngest Weasley. She sprinted towards them, discarding of her trunk and her cage with Crookshanks in it. She threw her arms around the both of them.
"Oh, I see where I stand," Ginny called loudly over to them by the entrance to Platform 9 3/4.
Hermione laughed. She and Ginny had only been friends for four years, whereas Harry, Ron, and Hermione had been friends for eight years. But Ginny was still family to her. Hermione turned back to Harry and Ron, her face absolutely brimming with excitement - until she saw that they were empty handed. Her face fell dramatically, showing only disappointment.
"Where are your trunks?" Hermione asked, looking around.
"Did you not get our letters?" Ron said.
"No, what letters?"
"Oh, bloody hell."
"What is it?"
"When McGonagall sent us our letters, telling us we had been reaccepted, we had sent her one back with Jazz, telling her that we wouldn't be going back. We had wrote you a letter, and sent Pig. He must have gotten lost, the idiot." He sounded annoyed. But Hermione knew that he wasn't, really. When he had thought that his rat, Scabbers, had been eaten by Crookshanks, he been most upset.
"That's all right, Ron. But why aren't you going back to Hogwarts? It's our last year!" Hermione exclaimed, sounding thoroughly dismayed.
"Kingsley asked us to begin our Auror training this year. He reckons that 18 is the best age to start," Harry explained. "Even though we started when we were 11."
"But, Harry! Ronald!" Hermione protested. "That means you'll never see Hogwarts again! Think for a moment; the feasts, the classes, the Hogsmeade trips, the library! We can always get your trunks here-"
Harry and Ron cut her off with their chuckles. "Oh, I'll definitely miss the feasts," Ron moaned.
"And the Hogsmeade trips," Harry added.
"And the classes," Ginny chimed in, walking up them, lugging her and Hermione's trunks behind herself. She was staring at Harry with slightly narrowed eyes. She had wanted Harry to come too.
"But I don't know about the library," Harry and Ron said in unison.
Hermione glared at them. What were they on about? The library was the best part about Hogwarts.
"Hermione," Ginny said before the bushy haired girl could say anything. "The train will be leaving soon. We need to be in the prefects cabin before the train leaves."
Hermione stared at Ginny in surprised. "You've been made prefect?"
"Always the tone of surprise." Ginny laughed. "C'mon, it's already 10 minutes to 11."
The four walked back to the wall between Platforms 9 and 10. They leaned casually against the wall, and then they were on Platform 9 and 3/4. The scarlet red train blew smoke.
     Hermione turned to the two boys, her expression sad. She had never been apart from them for more than a couple of months. They had grown together at Hogwarts. It would feel odd without them.
     Ginny gave a farewell hug to Ron, then turned to Harry, giving him a kiss. Ron looked away pointedly; even after two years, it still bothered him that his younger sister was dating his best mate.
     Ginney and Harry broke apart. She gave a deep sigh, then turned and walked onto the train.
     "Are you sure-" Hermione spoke, giving one last feeble attempt at convincing them to come.
     "We'll write to you every week," Harry reassured her, smiling gently.
     "As long as you right back," Ron added, grinning.
     Hermione opened her mouth to speak, but then closed it. She nodded. She gave them each a tight hug.
     "I'll miss you," she said, backing away slowly.
     "We will too," they replied in unison. "We'll see you when you get back, yeah?"
     Hermione gave one last nod. Then she turned, and departed. As the train blew its whistle and began to move, a loud crack could be heard. She didn't look back.

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     "Let's go to the cabin then, shall we?" Ginny said after Hermione had successfully put her trunk on the rack above their heads. They sat in an empty compartment. They both got up and moved to the door.
      As they walked through the aisle and toward the front of the train, Hermione spoke. "I wonder who the Slytherin prefects will be?"
     "Ohh, I hope it's not Pansy Parkinson. She's a cow." Ginny growled.
     "I don't think Professor McGonagall would be thick enough to make her prefect. She's not that daft."
     "Yes, but have you met Slughorn? He's about as oblivious as my stupid brother is. McGonagall probably let him choose the Slytherin prefects. He is Slytherin's head of house."
     Hermione was silent. She couldn't say that Ginny was faulty there. She recalled her sixth year, when he had endlessly praised Harry because of the so-called Half Blood Prince. He had only done well in potions because of that evil textbook. The thought made her mood darken a bit.
     "I wonder who the Head Boy will be though," Ginny continued.
     "Neville?"
     "No, we already have one Gryffindor. That's you. Ernie McMillan?"
"He's a bit pompous, don't you think? He was in the D.A., but I don't recall him being much of a leader. What about-"
Ginny had suddenly grabbed her arm. She had been so distracted with her thoughts that she hadn't realized that they had arrived at the compartment. They walked inside.
Six people sat on the cushioned seats. The two Hufflepuff prefects were Hannah Abbott and Justin Finch-Fletchley. For Ravenclaw there was Terry Boot and Luna Lovegood. Hermione smiled warmly at the latter. And for Slytherin...Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.
Hermione gritted her teeth, swallowing hard. How could Professor Slughorn make that pug-faced dimbo and that idiot, prefects?
Ginny and Hermione sat down across from the Slytherins. They gave nods to the the Hufflepuffs and smiles to the Ravenclaws; the latter had, after all, been in Dumbledore's Army in their fifth year, when they were trying to get rid of an evil toad who work pink cardigans.
The Gryffindors merely stared at the Slytherins. It was known that Gryffindors and Slytherins loathed each other, but the Gryffindors were usually never ones to provoke the other house. They didn't want to start anything. At least, Hermione didn't. Ginny looked like she was about to pull out her wand and use her famous Bat-Bogey hex on the lot.
Just then, the compartment door slid open. Zabini and Parkinson had gigantic smirks on their faces as they looked up. Terry Boot blinked, and then blinked again. Luna Lovegood continued reading her issue of the Quibbler upside down, which included a pair of brightly colored Spectrespecs. The Hufflepuffs simply looked dumbfounded. Ginny really had her wand out now, and was gripping it tightly. She was glaring daggers at the person who had just entered their cabin.
Standing at the doorway was a tall, blond boy. He had a pale, pointed face, and the ghost of a smirk was on his slightly curled lip. He wore Slytherin robes. A Head Boy badge was pinned on his chest. His grey eyes met Hermione's own brown ones. He sneered.
As for Hermione? She thought she would faint. It couldn't be him. Just simply couldn't. Not him. Anyone but him. She opened her mouth at the same time he opened his.
     "Granger?"
     "Malfoy?"

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Hey guys! This chapter took me forever to write. To be honest, I don't even really know why I'm saying "guys". Nobody's going to read this crap 😂. But for the people that are, I'm sorry you have to suffer through this.

Soo the next chapter I'm going to start writing in the character's point of views. That's better than third person, right? I hope so, I don't really know what I'm doing anymore, to be honest.

Anyway, thanks for reading!! That's basically all I wanted to say.