I stood up, allowing the rage to get to me, who cares if she didn't hit Draco, she tried to."Theo, can you show them now please?" With a nod he came to stand in front of me, a cold wave rushed over me before I began to morph back into Hermione Granger. But, what else would keep her from accepting him? With a wave, she repaired the door and shut it tightly before collapsing back down on her bed, tears leaking out of her eyes and a shuddered sob of her heart breaking. he asked, slightly surprised. She had chosen her clothes wisely, knowing that first impressions were always the most important, and smoothed down her navy dress before entering a nearby compartment. Yay me lol"Good evening students, I am Deputy Headmistress McGonagall. You have no right saying that, you would have died in this world without us," "Please, your brothers would have died without me and well, one of them did," "You bitch!" "It's the truth!""Shut it! Her eyes were slightly golden from the fireplace that crackled behind them, curls falling across her shoulder and tumbling down her back. "It's only a short matter of time before he'll consent to doing a check on her family." They were still in awe as Hagrid led them through the front doors and to a stern looking older witch in a large black hat.Snape finally dismissed her and she exited quickly to her dormitory, where thankfully, the other girls didn't start grilling her on her meeting with Snape. He lifted his lips off hers for a moment, nipping her ear lightly. I am the professor of Transfiguration and Head of House for Gryffindor. he asked curiously, taking his hand back and allowing her to place her trunk inside. he frowned, cupping her face.Hermione retired to her common room and had just grabbed a glass of elvish wine that Millicent had cheekily sent her for the holidays when the portrait slammed open, startling her to spill her drink. Taking two drops the questions began. he asked in a deeply hypnotic voice, silky words that stung her. Hermione wished she could soothe him and tell him it was all right, she would love nothing more than to be his wife one day. She could see no forgiveness in his icy silver eyes. His family is one of the oldest and most pureblooded lines in the country. he demanded, his heart racing with a strange panic. Hermione noted she was next to Goyle and smiled slightly at him. Much like Hermione, Harry was often a place of refuge for Hermione when others leave her. He almost whimpered when she silently flicked her wand to dry the material before facing him with an annoyed expression.Draco could feel his magic swirling around him, and before he realized it, the door before him blew open and off the hinges, startling the blotchy faced girl inside. Hermione paused to remember the benefits of each house, according to her copy of Hogwarts: A History. It was a rather beautiful space, in greens with lots of wood and stone accents. Gregory Goyle seemed nice enough, if not dull, along with the boy next to him, Crabbe. He started shrugging off his robes, grinning wickedly at her.Amber eyes widening comically, he chuckled as he reached over and turned her book around for her.