A/N: So here's the scoop. I love to write. I haven't written fanfic in ages. Right now, I am going through a difficult time in my life. My first love broke up with me, and I thought we were going to be together forever. It wasn't some high school relationship, but we promised our lives to each other, and loved each other a lot. But we were long distance. It started to take its toll on him, and he broke up with me. About 4 days later, he's with someone else. So right now, I'm very hurt, and confused because I still love him. Writing helps me calm down. Okay, I'll stop with this soap opera, and begin writing. XD

This fic is going to start out with Ron/Hermione, but as it progresses, Draco/Hermione will become more dominant.

Disclaimer: I do not own ANYBODY! Why, who's askin?

Chapter 1: And so it Begins…

"Watch it, Mudblood," Draco Malfoy spat at one Hermione Granger. The corridor on the Hogwarts Express was packed with ickle firsties trying to catch a glimpse of THE Harry Potter. Hermione was annoyed. All she wanted to do was get to the Head Boy and Head Girl compartment so that she could read in peace.

"Watch it yourself, Malfoy," Hermione retorted. Malfoy smirked at her, his usual menacing glint in his eye.

"You better watch with whom you are speaking with," Malfoy said. Hermione crossed her arms underneath her breasts and glared coldly at him.

"Oh, really?" She asked. "And to whom am I speaking with, besides a rude and arrogant prick?" Malfoy's smirk widened. Oh, how Hermione wanted to slap that look off his face.

"You are speaking to the Head Boy of Hogwarts," Draco said. He opened up his robes and showed her the Head Boy badge on his right lapel. Hermione's eyes widened, and her arms uncrossed, hanging loosely at her sides.

"What's your deal?" Malfoy asked while buffing his nails.

"I'm Head Girl," Hermione replied dumbly.

"You're kidding,"

"Why would I lie?" She asked. "Why do you even have your badge on your lapel anyway?" She continued with mild amusement.

"Because," Draco said with a hint of a grin, "I don't' want people knowing that I'm Head Boy. If people found out that I am Head Boy, my job wouldn't be as fun. Everyone would be behaving." Hermione did have to admit that it was good logic.

The hallway started clearing up. Hermione noticed her famous friend duck into the nearest empty compartment, shutting and locking it. Malfoy smirked.

"Aww, poor Potter," He said in a baby voice. Hermione glared at him. "Poor Hawwy will have to sit all by his wonesome. Weasel is the prefect, and the Mudblood is the Head Girl," Hermione's eyes narrowed. She reached for her wand.

"This is not a way a Head Boy should act," She said coldly. Malfoy just smirked and took her by the arm. She tried to shake it off, but his grip was too strong.

"Come on, Hermy," He said with fake sweetness. Hermione glared at him. "We have to get to our compartment now,"

"We," Hermione said yanking her arm away from him, "Don't have to do anything." She hated being bossed around, especially by this close-minded idiot. But just then, the train jerked to life and started moving. Hermione stumbled forward into Draco. Draco's reflexes were very strong. As Hermione tumbled forward, his hands clamped on to her waist to keep her from falling. However, the power of the train was too much, and Hermione toppled on Draco. Draco cursed as he felt his trousers tighten. Why? It must have been hormones. He hoped the Mudblood didn't feel it. He did have to admit that she looked beautiful. Her hair used to be bushy and brown. It was still brown, but not as bushy. Wavy, he guessed. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, her full lips parted in surprise, and he could feel undeniably the curves of her waist as his hands held them.

God, she's beautiful, Draco thought. Wait. Why was he thinking this?

"Get off of me," He mumbled.

"You're holding me," She said. He instantly let go of her. They got up, brushing themselves off. Hermione wasn't able to look him in the eye. They walked to the compartment, Hermione ahead.

Hermione stared out the window. Draco stared at her. She could feel his eyes on her. She wondered why. He was probably thinking of more insults he could give her. She looked down at the promise ring Ron gave her and smiled. It was almost 2 years for them now. They kept their relationship discreet, especially from Harry. She never felt as happy as she was than when she was with him. She loved him so much.

But what was that with Draco? He was almost in a trance when she fell on him. And it wasn't like she did it on purpose. Her body was tingling after she got up. It must have been the impact of how hard they fell together.

She heard a knock that jerked her out of her thoughts. She smiled though, when she saw Ron. He grinned at her.

"Can I come in?" He asked when she opened the door.

"I don't think you can," She said biting her lip. As much as she loved Ron, she had to follow the rules. Ron pouted, and looked to the side, where he saw Draco. Draco watched them with a smirk.

"What the hell is he doing here?" Ron asked. Hermione looked at Draco, her eyebrow poised.

"Head Boy, Weasel," Draco grunted. Ron's eyes bulged. His mouth dropped open. Draco just laughed at him.

"I'm getting something to eat. You want anything?" He asked Hermione.

"No," She said coldly.

"Fair enough," Draco said, and left. Once he was gone, Ron stepped in and closed the door, taking Hermione in his arms.

"I thought he would never leave," He murmured against her neck. Hermione giggled, and pushed him away.

"Ronald, I don't think you're allowed in here," Hermione said.

"Baby, no one will notice," Ron began kissing her neck. Oh, how Hermione loved that spot. She cursed herself for weakening.

"Okay, but not for very long," Hermione said. But that was all the support Ron needed. His lips traveled up to hers, and covered her lips with his. Hermione moaned against his mouth, her hands on his chest. God, he was so muscular. His tongue parted her mouth open, teasing his tongue against hers. He held her closely to him, as they continued kissing passionately. Hermione loved this man. As they continued kissing, he laid her down, and got on top of her. Warning bells sounded in Hermione's head, but she paid no notice to them. They kissed like this all the time at his house. But then, she felt cool air hit her chest. Ron had unbuttoned her blouse. She pushed him off.

"Ron! We can't!" She exclaimed. Her face was hot, and her breathing was heavy.

"Baby, why?" Ron asked, his own breathing irregular.

"Not here…we could get caught…and…I'm just…I don't think I'm ready yet," Hermione said.

"But it's been almost 2 years!" Ron whined.

"I know Ron, and I'm sorry. I'm ready soon, but not now, and especially not here." Hermione buttoned her shirt up. Ron sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Are you mad at me?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No, of course not. I'm sorry," Ron said. He kissed her forehead, adjusted himself, and left.

Hermione sighed and sat back down on the cushioned seat and went back to looking out the window. Draco reappeared with tons of food.

"I got extra stuff just in case you get hungry," Draco said. Was there a…sympathetic tinge to his voice? Could he have seen anything? She panicked inwardly.

"Thanks," She muttered. She looked out the window once more, feeling Draco's glare. It was going to be a long trip.

So what do you guys think? I'm sorry, but Ron's going to be kind of a hormone-crazy kid, but which boys aren't? lol. I haven't written these in a long time, so be nice!