Deleted Scenes: The One Where it All Began, Part 2
Title Deleted Scenes: The One Where it All Began, Part 2
Status WIP, check the story index for more scenes.
Summary At Platform 9 and 3/4.
Disclaimer I owe it all to JKR
The beginning of a new term was one of Hermione’s favorite times of the year. Usually she would spend the evening before the first day of class laying out her clothes and carefully packing her satchel. Now that she was attending Hogwarts, this time was spent checking her trunk and comparing it with a list of “recommended items to bring” that had arrived with the acceptance letter. After her mother’s insistence that they had packed everything she required and now all she needed was rest, Hermione found herself unable to sleep due to excitement.
Some things never change.
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Platform 9 and 3/4 was alive the with influx of autumn and her new students, whilst summer was forced to watch in dismay as his playmates prepared to leave him behind. Draco had arrived with his parents only to become bored as his father was flagged down by someone from the ministry he had to talk to.
Arms crossed and scowl firmly in place, the boy took to scanning the crowd for someone he knew and could use as a reason to escape his parent’s company. What the junior Malfoy looked forward to more than anything was the freedom he would have at Hogwarts to simply exist without his parents looking down their nose at him. He wanted to be the one with the influence and power for once, and he was anxious to step into that role.
“Why yes Flint, that sounds like an excellent idea. You and your wife should come to the manor for dinner Thursday, we will be able to discuss this in further detail at that time.” Lucius Malfoy spoke with a tone that others would consider polite, Draco knew better. He was willing to bet several galleons that his father wasn’t paying any attention to what Marcus’ father was saying and was trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
“Mother, please! In case you forgot, we are in public!” Draco turned to hiss at his mother who had taken to dusting the back of his robes. His small tirade was lost on her as she ‘tutted’ and gave him a hard stare. It was then as he sneered at Narcissa that he caught sight of a cloud of brown hair in the crowd. Finding what he had been looking for all morning, his sneer vanished, and a mixture of determination and interest beset the pale boy’s face.
“Excuse me Mother and Father. There is a friend over there I want to…“ Draco was turning away as his father’s cane came down forcefully on his shoulder, stopping his retreat.
“I do hope Draco, that this ‘friend’ you speak of is not the girl a mere 10 yards away that has not yet discovered the purpose of a hair brush.”
As if on queue, Hermione turned in their direction and spotted Draco with a man that looked like his father speaking in his ear. She smiled and waved in their direction, excited to see someone she knew.
“Why would you hope that Father.”
“Draco, as it would do you good to remember, I am on the Board of Governors for the school. I know the names and parentages of all your classmates.”
“I already know her name. It’s Hermione-“
“Granger. Hermione Granger. Does that surname ring any bells dear son?” His tone had become patronizing as Lucius was dissapointed with his son’s inability to comprehend the obvious.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, so that means she is a…” Draco’s mouth became dry and his gaze hardened, Hermione’s smile wavered with his lack of response.
“Filthy… little… mudblood. Pity it took you that long to figure it out. It looks like you are better suited for Hufflepuff at this rate. Come now, you know better.”
Draco set his shoulders and turned on his heel, trying his best to shake off the feeling of her eyes on his back as he followed his parents towards the train.
Hermione watched from afar, Lucius was giving Draco a contemptuous look as they disappeared amongst the crowds. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out the subject of their unheard conversation. She saw how the boy turned from eager to defeated as they exchanged words. What confused her the most was why he didn’t acknowledge her back; he seemed so nice at the tailor shop. However just now, he had looked at her as his father had told him she were something dirty beneath his shoe.
It had become hard for her to breathe; little did she know that she wasn’t the only one that had been inflicted with a strange tightening in their chest. The pain the two children felt in that moment was not understood until quite some time later. Neither would have thought it possible that an eleven-year-old could suffer a broken heart such as they on that autumn day years ago.
Status WIP, check the story index for more scenes.
Summary At Platform 9 and 3/4.
Disclaimer I owe it all to JKR
The beginning of a new term was one of Hermione’s favorite times of the year. Usually she would spend the evening before the first day of class laying out her clothes and carefully packing her satchel. Now that she was attending Hogwarts, this time was spent checking her trunk and comparing it with a list of “recommended items to bring” that had arrived with the acceptance letter. After her mother’s insistence that they had packed everything she required and now all she needed was rest, Hermione found herself unable to sleep due to excitement.
Some things never change.
****
Platform 9 and 3/4 was alive the with influx of autumn and her new students, whilst summer was forced to watch in dismay as his playmates prepared to leave him behind. Draco had arrived with his parents only to become bored as his father was flagged down by someone from the ministry he had to talk to.
Arms crossed and scowl firmly in place, the boy took to scanning the crowd for someone he knew and could use as a reason to escape his parent’s company. What the junior Malfoy looked forward to more than anything was the freedom he would have at Hogwarts to simply exist without his parents looking down their nose at him. He wanted to be the one with the influence and power for once, and he was anxious to step into that role.
“Why yes Flint, that sounds like an excellent idea. You and your wife should come to the manor for dinner Thursday, we will be able to discuss this in further detail at that time.” Lucius Malfoy spoke with a tone that others would consider polite, Draco knew better. He was willing to bet several galleons that his father wasn’t paying any attention to what Marcus’ father was saying and was trying to end the conversation as quickly as possible.
“Mother, please! In case you forgot, we are in public!” Draco turned to hiss at his mother who had taken to dusting the back of his robes. His small tirade was lost on her as she ‘tutted’ and gave him a hard stare. It was then as he sneered at Narcissa that he caught sight of a cloud of brown hair in the crowd. Finding what he had been looking for all morning, his sneer vanished, and a mixture of determination and interest beset the pale boy’s face.
“Excuse me Mother and Father. There is a friend over there I want to…“ Draco was turning away as his father’s cane came down forcefully on his shoulder, stopping his retreat.
“I do hope Draco, that this ‘friend’ you speak of is not the girl a mere 10 yards away that has not yet discovered the purpose of a hair brush.”
As if on queue, Hermione turned in their direction and spotted Draco with a man that looked like his father speaking in his ear. She smiled and waved in their direction, excited to see someone she knew.
“Why would you hope that Father.”
“Draco, as it would do you good to remember, I am on the Board of Governors for the school. I know the names and parentages of all your classmates.”
“I already know her name. It’s Hermione-“
“Granger. Hermione Granger. Does that surname ring any bells dear son?” His tone had become patronizing as Lucius was dissapointed with his son’s inability to comprehend the obvious.
“No.”
“No?”
“No, so that means she is a…” Draco’s mouth became dry and his gaze hardened, Hermione’s smile wavered with his lack of response.
“Filthy… little… mudblood. Pity it took you that long to figure it out. It looks like you are better suited for Hufflepuff at this rate. Come now, you know better.”
Draco set his shoulders and turned on his heel, trying his best to shake off the feeling of her eyes on his back as he followed his parents towards the train.
Hermione watched from afar, Lucius was giving Draco a contemptuous look as they disappeared amongst the crowds. It wasn’t hard for her to figure out the subject of their unheard conversation. She saw how the boy turned from eager to defeated as they exchanged words. What confused her the most was why he didn’t acknowledge her back; he seemed so nice at the tailor shop. However just now, he had looked at her as his father had told him she were something dirty beneath his shoe.
It had become hard for her to breathe; little did she know that she wasn’t the only one that had been inflicted with a strange tightening in their chest. The pain the two children felt in that moment was not understood until quite some time later. Neither would have thought it possible that an eleven-year-old could suffer a broken heart such as they on that autumn day years ago.