Like I Would {Dramione FanFic}

Chapter 3: Sorry Isn't Enough..

Hey everybody, just a few quick notes. I know in the series Professor Snape dies, but he's one of my fave characters so in this story he's still alive! Also, please mention this story to any Harry Potter or Dramione fans :) The song to the right is basically Draco's feelings right now. Thank you so much for reading!! And now.. here's Chapter 3!!

Hermione’s POV

I was asleep in the Head Prefects compartment when I felt someone touch my shoulder and call my name quietly. I pushed away the hand and curled up into a tighter ball in the corner of the white sofa. Again I felt the hand touch my shoulder and the voice that was calling my name got a little louder. This time I opened my eyes to see Draco standing over me trying to wake me up. “What is it Draco?” I asked uncurling myself. He stepped back and motioned outside the window “We’re going to be at Hogwarts in about 10 minutes… I thought you might want to change into your uniform.” I sighed and stood up to stretch then turned back to Draco “Thank you. Um… can you leave?” I asked pointing towards the door so I could have privacy as I changed. He nodded and then left the room.

I quickly changed and then opened the door so he could come back inside. We made sure all our things were together and then walked out of our compartment just as the train pulled in. After setting our things in the prefects carriage we walked over to the first years and began leading them to Hagrid, who was waiting for us. “Hello Hagrid!” I called as I approached the giant man with a beard still to match! “ello ‘ermione! Glad to see yer’ comin’ back!” I smiled up at the big man and then glanced over at Draco who I saw roll his eyes and turn back to the first years. If he’s so caught up on changing then maybe he should learn to accept people she thought to herself! She watched him closely as he gathered the first years with ease.

Hmm he’s not bad with kids a voice in her head said.

What do I care?! He’s just a spoiled prat. You saw him roll his eyes at Hagrid… as though he is above him! She thought back to her own thoughts.

I’m not sure why I even agreed to be civil to that ferret. He was probably lying about not provoking Ron. He’s tortured me for so many years… always calling me a Mudblood or filthy know-it-all. He never considers others and he was a death eater.

Hermione shook her head to clear away the thoughts of Malfoy. She didn’t trust him and she didn’t care whether McGonagall had trusted him or not. He was Draco Malfoy… the son of Lucius Malfoy a cold blooded death eater! He could have told somebody of Voldemorts plan to kill Dumbledore but he didn’t! Even if Dumbledore did know of the plan himself, Malfoy hadn’t made any move to tell somebody that might have done something! Hermione, with each passing thought, grew angrier at Draco. Soon after she thought it she had a sneer plastered on her face as she glared at the young wizard ushering the first years into the carriages.

He’s nothing but a foul loathsome evil little cockroach… a coldhearted Pureblood. With this final thought she stormed over to the Heads carriage and got in making sure to have her nose in a book before Malfoy got in.

Draco’s POV

I walked over to the first years and began ushering them over to the carriages so we could be on our way to the school. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Hermione standing there and glaring at me with a sneer on her face that could match the one I used to wear before the war. I wonder what I’ve done now… I thought as I saw anger spread across her face and flash in her eyes.

I believe the question is what haven’t you done? The voice in my head said loudly. For a moment I paused and thought about that question and then I answered myself.