Hermione twiddled her thumbs as she waited for her assignment. "Ron Weasley, you'll be working with Ernie Macmillan. Hermione Granger, you're assigned with…" ( WAIT. Maybe I should set the scene first. My name is Tom Riddle. Yes, like that Tom Riddle. I am the son of Lord Voldemort. Seeing as my father was never around because he was off being "dead" all the time, and my mother had actually died, I grew up in an orphanage, away from all that murder and conquering the world shit, and I actually became a nice kind of guy. And up until my most recent incident, I was going to Durmstrang Institute where I lived under the name Tom Jacobs. Jacobs was my mother's name. So, anyways Dumbledore invited me to come to Hogwarts with the promise that I wouldn't light any teachers' hair on fire anymore. I agreed, reluctantly. And, right now you are experiencing the opening moments of the golden trio's fifth year at Hogwarts. They have just boarded the Hogwarts Express, and the two prefects Hermione and Ron getting their partners to patrol the corridors. I should go now, but you'll meet me in the next chapter. )
"Hermione Granger, You're assigned with Draco Malfoy," shouted the new brown haired Head Boy over the roar of the trains' engine. Hermione groaned, and looked over at Ron who gave her a sympathetic look.
'It's Ok Hermione, you'll be fine' she thought 'It's just like tackling a hard homework assignment. A really, really hard homework assignment." She walked out into the corridor where she saw Malfoy, waiting there impatiently.
"Lets just get this over with" she said to Malfoy as they walked out onto the corridor not making eye contact.
"Hermione-"
"DON'T CALL ME BY MY FIRST NAME" she said, voice raised.
"Why?"
"Let me see. Last year were friends all year. I go behind Harry and Ron's back to be with you. Then you KISS ME. Which, don't get me wrong was amazing. But then you tell me to stop hanging out with my friends, then you're off screwing Pansy Parkinson, and now I hear you're a death eater! Don't expect me to swoon when you say my name.
"I am no death eater. Never was, never will be." He pulled back the sleeves of his new robes. His arm was ghostly white; muscular, with not a single flaw or imperfection, and defiantly no dark mark. "Don't believe everthing everyone tells you, Granger." He said starting to get upset.
"I don't know what to believe any more, but one things for sure, I defiantly don't believe you." she gulped. She looked as though she was about to cry. Malfoy looked like he was about to scream at her. He resisted and instead he started up the corridor, and Hermione reluctantly followed. They walked next to each other in perfect silence confiscating fanged Frisbee's and reprimanding first years. Hermione quietly seethed. This went on for about a half an hour until BAM! The train came to a sudden stop. Hermione and Malfoy were flung into an empty compartment and trunks piled on top of them from their racks overhead. Hermione was pinned against the wall, and Malfoy was lying on top of her, trapped under trunks.
"Damn it Malfoy Get off of me!" Hermione screamed. Malfoy began to laugh. "WHAT?!?!" Hermione yelled.
"That's what she said" he chuckled.
"Wow Malfoy. That was horrible! It wasn't even a good joke! Now GET OFF!!" Hermione pushed him up, and Malfoy was able to free himself. By then most of the train had already piled off. Hermione rushed over to grab a carriage with Harry and Ron. She was a little flustered, but just glad to be away from the slime that is Draco Malfoy.