Just a Shortie.

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Walk

Because the christmas holidays were fast coming to an end, and because they knew that they would have no sucess whatsoever at tackling Malfoy in his natural environment, Harry and Hermione agreed that they would wait untill they were back at school to talk to him.

The journey back to school was not a pleasent one. Ron was still talking to neither Harry or Hermione, Hermione felt increasingly nervous and tense about the next time she would see Malfoy, and Harry couldn't believe that, at some point, he was going to have to be civil to Malfoy and would be working to bring him closer to the group whe, on any other occasion, he would be running in the other direction. However, the time came further than they thought.

They had been on the Hogwarts Express for about an hour, sitting in a kind of awkward silence, when the compartment door slid open.

"Ah!" Malfoy stood at the door, flanked by Crabbe and Goyle, looking triumphant. "Here we are! Weasle, King Potter and the Mudblood."

Harrys hands balled into fists. But he stared strait ahead, not acnolaging the blond boy at the door.

"What, not speaking today are we?" he smirked. "Not even you Weasley?"
Ron looked up in distaste.

Malfoy turned his attention to Hermione. It was easy bait, to insult them while they sat there and took it. He sniggered.

"You're quiet too," he said, accusingly.

She looked up at him, tears in her eys, and he froze. For just a moment, the tiniest flick of movement. Then he turned, and walked out of the compartment.

"What the hell was all that about?" Said Ron, speaking for the first time in days. Hermione wiped a tear from her cheek.