"Do you have Merlin?"
"No. Want to swap it for Dumbledore?"
"No thanks, I already have 3 of Dumbledore."
"Do you have the Wicked Witch of the West?"
"Yeah, but do you want the Wizard of Oz ....tralia?"
The conversation ended, and Draco slid open the door to the compartment.
"Swapping cards, are we?" he asked in a friendly sort of way.
Harry and Ron looked at him, surprised at his politeness. "Er, yeah," replied Harry.
Ron thought this was suspicious. "What are you doing here?" he asked angrily. "Trying to pinch something?"
Draco wasn't listening. He was staring at Hermione, who was looking out the window, not noticing him. He cleared his throat and sat next to her.
"Hi Hermione," he greeted her.
Hermione jumped and looked at him. "If you're going to call me Mudblood, don't bother, because I know you're going to."
Draco looked a little taken aback. "I won't call you a Mudblood. Trust me," he insisted.
"Whatever," she snapped. "Just go away."
Draco's face showed hurt. "Sorry," he said softly, and walked out.
Hermione, Harry and Ron stared after him. "Weird," said Ron. "He didn't say anything nasty."
"I know," replied Hermione. "Did you see the way he looked when I said "go away""?
"Yeah, it's as though he transformed," said Harry.
The train stopped at Hogwarts station.
"Have you had this vanilla ice cream yet, Hermione? It's really yum."
"Yes, it's lovely."
At the Feast, Ron and Harry were having second helpings of nearly everything, with Hermione shaking her head at them and grinning.
Suddenly, a small Slytherin boy gave Hermione a note and ran away.
"What's that?" asked Harry and Ron at the same time.
"It says "Meet me in the spare classroom next to History of Magic, tonight at 11:00."" read Hermione. "D'you think it's from that little kid?"
"I doubt it, why would any Slytherin be that eager?"
For the rest of the meal, the three of them discussed who could have given Hermione the note.
"Well, the only person I can think of is Malfoy," said Harry. "but why he want to see you for?"
"To kill me?" squeaked Hermione.
"I hope not."
Hermione waited in the spare classroom, waiting for whoever was going to come. Harry and Ron were hiding under the invisibility cloak in case Hermione was going to be attacked or something.
"Whoever it is, they're late," grumbled Hermione, looking at her watch.
Out of the darkness came heavy footsteps. The door creaked open.
Standing in the doorway, with a blue cloak around him was-
A/N: bwuahahahahaha!! Left you at the cliffhanger! Yeah, I'm aware of the fact that I'm an evil little witch... anyways please R/R while I write the next part! (Actually, when you think about it, it's pretty obvious who it is =P )