Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters or anything like that… so… yeah. Xx

Author's Note: This story is written by me and a good friend named Brennan. This story is based off of a role play we did, and it was so good we decided to make it a story.

It has the same basis of the 4th book, but it is not the same as the book, and please don't expect it to be, then be disappointed, or angry that it isn't.

Chapter One

The Prince

He strutted about the train wearing his Syltherin badge proudly. His hair was slicked back like always, and there was a mischievous look in his eyes. His goons were beside him, bullying anyone that tried to pass. This is how it always was, and this is how he liked it. He was the Prince of Syltherin and everyone had to listen to him, or they would have to suffer the consequences.

Draco lifted his hand signaling Crabbe and Goyle to stop. He looked through the window of the compartment to see Hermione Granger sitting there alone reading a book. 'Ah, nothing better than torturing Granger in the morning.' He thought with a smirk.

He slid open the door and leaned against the frame as he looked at her. "Hello Mudblood." He said with a sharp tone.

He watched her and was expecting a witty reply, but when he received none his brows furrowed angrily. "Look at me when I talk to you Granger!" He said keeping his voice quiet, but allowing her to feel the hate in his tone.

"What Malfoy?" She asked as she continued to read.

Draco was about to tell her to look at him once again, but decided against it, knowing he wouldn't get anywhere, because she knew that that's what he wanted, so she wouldn't do it.

"I see your friends abandoned you." He said with a laugh. "It's about time they realized what scum you were. I'm a bit disappointed that Potter didn't realize sooner how much of a piece of shit you would turn out to be."

A hand grabbed Draco roughly on the shoulder throwing him back into the window of the other compartment. A ginger headed boy had his hand on Draco's cloak and his wand pointed to his throat.

He looked and saw that Harry had his wand pointed at Crabbe and Goyle, and he knew they were too stupid to know how to defend themselves.

"You ever speak to her like that again Malfoy," Ron said with pure anger in his voice. "I'll make it so that this wand isn't the worst of your troubles." He shoved Draco against the door again as if to make a point and let go.

Draco adjusted his cloak and smirked at Ron. "I'm sure you will." He looked at Hermione one last time. "See you around, Mudblood. Come on Crabbe, Goyle." And with that they quickly walked into another part of the train.

He sat down in a compartment and watched Crabbe and Goyle chase the first years away. He put his hand to his brow and rubbed it slightly.

Draco put his head against the headrest. That damn mudblood, she always made him so angry. All he had to do was look at her and the anger bubbled up inside him. How could a stupid muggle born be able to be smarter than him in every subject? Draco was even getting help from his god father on all his subjects, and still Granger was getting better marks than him.

He growled slightly as he looked out the window. He hated her. He hated everything about her. Especially since her hair was now curly, and no longer bushy as it had been for so many years.

Her hair, it was so infuriating, how it was in a ponytail, and tickling her neck. And the way that led to her collar, and the school girl uniform, and then how the dark colors complimented her eyes. Yes! Her eyes were the worst thing about her. Those light brown eyes that lit up whenever he saw her raise her hand…

Was he just now thinking about how attractive Granger was? He scoffed and hit his head on the headrest. He was surely going crazy. He looked out the window and saw that they were almost to Hogwarts. At least he wouldn't have to be so close to her.

Weasel and Potty were going to be in for a ride when they got to school. Draco had been told of a plan, a beautiful plan for the Dark Lord and it would work perfectly well. And with Draco planning to be even more horrible to the Mudblood, the two would crack.

He smirked at the thought, and closed his eyes as he waited for the train to stop.