The Lion, the Witch and the Snake in the Grass

The Lion, The Witch and the snake in the grass

"No, no, no!" Hermione cried, "There is no way I'm sharing a carriage with that... that-" The carriage door opened. "Malfoy," She said in a disgusted tone. The sigh she let out as she took her seat strongly suggested the world had just ended.

"YOU! This is preposterous. Go. Get out! This compartment is reserved for the academic elite, a class that definitely does not include Mudbloods." Draco sneered puffing out his chest so the emerald green Head Boy badge was blindingly obvious.

It was the start of the final year in Hogwarts and nothing much had changed. Hermione was still top of her year, Harry was still the miraculous 'boy-who-lived', Ron still had red hair and freckles and Draco Malfoy was still the annoying little git he had always been.

Hermione grabbed her robes on either side of the ruby red Head Girl badge and held it out towards Malfoy, "Oh look," she spat "we match."

"Not quite Granger, however if I suddenly transform into a woman and sprout breasts I assure you, your place as 'Head Girl' is not as secure as you thought it was." Draco rolled his eyes, "Well this is not the start of the year I was hoping for."

"Oh yes," Hermione said sarcastically, "because I really want to share a train carriage with you."

"You think it stops there do you? Oh no, things get much worse. Not only do I have to spend hours in this compartment with you but we have to share a common room, sleep in bedrooms next to each other and then," Draco shuddered, "there are the shower rooms."

Hermione was aghast, "We have to share a sh-sh-shower?!"

"NO, please, I've had breakfast! Not the same room Granger, Cubicles. You know, small rooms designed to keep peoples privacy? How did you become Head Girl?"

Hermione shook with anger, 'I'll get him. One of these days, Malfoy, you're going to fall from your pedestal, and when you do, I'll make sure the whole school is there to watch you crash.'

A tense silence followed. The peace rested on the edge of a sharp knife, just one whisper from either of them and-

SLAM

the witch with the food tray appeared "Do you two wan-"

"I'll have 2 chocolate frogs please!" Hermione replied quickly, desperate to talk to ANYONE besides Draco.

"I'll have three," said Draco.

"Well I certainly don't want you near me in the shower if you're going to be piling on the pounds." Hermione snorted.

"Is that so? Well, as despicable as obesity is, maybe that would be safer," said Draco turning to the plump witch. "Make that four."

"R-r-right," stuttered the witch. This was going to get ugly she could tell.

"DRACO MALFOY! I WOULDN'T TOUCH YOU WITH A TEN FOOT BARGE POLE!" Hermione roared.

"MUDBLOOD!"

"FERRET!"

"FINE!"

"FINE!"

"GOOD!" And they both sat and ate their chocolate frogs, albeit a bit violently.

'Lovers,' the witch thought as she walked away. They didn't know it yet, obviously, but she knew these things. She should have been a seer then she wouldn't have had to deal with children every day.

"So how was your journey?" asked Ron when Hermione met him in the Great Hall.

Hermione smacked her head on the table and said "Don't ask Ron, just...don't."

Walking out of the Hall Hermione turned down the corridor that led to her common room. Reaching the door she took a deep breath and walked in to her home for the next year. She was not going to enjoy this one tiny bit.