A/N: Hi, guys! No, this is not the sequel, sorry. This is the prequel! It will be multi-chaptered but short. Everyone is a bit OOC and I'm sorry for that in advance. This story is about the behind-the-scenes Dramione moments. There's haardly ever mentioned by Draco and Hermione in Getting Married To The Enemy because they try to forget about all of this. All in all, a bit unusual but I wanted to post this and see what happens. Your sequel is coming soon, don't worry! But for now, I will be writing this.

Disclaimer: Characters and everything else is J. K. Rowling's. She's awesome!

Draco Malfoy gripped the metallic ticket in his trembling hand, the other one dragged along the heavy trunk.

A stiff hand touched his shoulder. "Goodbye, son." Lucius Malfoy said with a straight face.

Narcissa was the opposite. Tears were forming in her eyes, but she was dabbing away at them with a green handkerchief quite quickly. "We'll miss you, Draco."

"I'll miss you, too, Mother." Draco gulped. He leaned in to give her a quick hug. "Goodbye." he said, walking away and onto the Hogwarts Express.

"Goodbye!" both of his parents called, waving.

He took a deep breath and walked onto the train. His first priority was locating others who looked like they would be in Slytherin. His father had told him some names, but not faces. He had to figure that out for himself.

His time at Hogwarts would be all about his reputation, he could tell you that much already. Getting good grades, being the coolest Slytherin to ever live, hanging out with people to do his bidding. He was only in his first year, but he had big plans. In order to make them happen, he needed to find the people. The people. Minions. Companions. He saw an empty compartment. Or maybe, he should let the people come to him.

So he sat down and waited for quite awhile. No one came. At exactly eleven, though, two boys, same year as him, came marching in.

"Are you Malfoy?" one asked.

"Yes." Draco replied hesitantly.

"Our fathers told us to look for you." the other one said. "I'm Goyle, this is Crabbe." he said, pointing to the other one.

"My father told me you two would be useful." Draco shrugged. "Take a seat."

They nodded and sat across from him.

Draco took the train ride time to tell them all about himself. It was something he was particularly good at. Crabbe and Goyle didn't say much. Draco could tell they weren't exactly bright, but they were certainly strong. Like henchmen.

Towards the end of the journey, just after Draco had finished devouring a Chocolate Frog, something unusual happened.

A young girl peered her head into their compartment. She had bushy brown hair that looked uncontrollable and a nice big smile. Her eyes were bright. To young Draco, she looked a bit attractive. But he couldn't let his peers know that. She didn't look like she'd be in Slytherin.

"What do you want?" he growled.

"Have you seen a toad?" she asked.

"No." Draco replied snottily.

"Oh, well." she sighed, almost fully closing the compartment door.

"Wait, what's your name?" he asked. He just had to know it.

"Hermione, Hermione Granger." she said, then left.

Draco didn't wait long before saying he needed to use the bathroom. When he went into the hall, he could see that Hermione Granger was still parading around asking people if they had seen a toad.

He approached her. "I don't think you should still be asking. Your toad will find you. We're almost there."

"It's not my toad." she said. "A boy named Neville lost a toad and asked me if I knew where it was, but he's so very shy, I can already tell, so I decided to ask people for him."

"I don't suppose you'll be in Slytherin." he sighed.

"And what's so bad about that?" she asked.

"Well, I'm only suppose to associate myself with fellow Slytherins."

"Are you so sure you'll be one?"

"Of course." he said.

"How can you tell?"

"I have all the qualities and my every ancestor since the beginning of Hogwarts has been in Slytherin."

"You never know. Maybe you're different from all your ancestors."

He snorted. "As if."

"Well, then, I'm sorry we won't be associating again." she shrugged, turning around.

"Wait!" he stalled. "Um, maybe we can be friends."

"You want to be friends?" she asked him.

"I've never had a friend before. Not my age, really." he told her.

"Me, either."

"So we're each other first friends?"

She shrugged. "I guess we are. Would you like to come sit with Neville and I?"

"No, thank you, but I already have some people waiting for me." he said politely.

"Okay." she said. "See you around."

"See you." Draco replied.

Inside, he was rejoicing. He had mustered up the courage to talk to the pretty girl. Not that she was pretty in the usual way, not the way that most people were. His mother was pretty for her long, blonde hair and light eyes. He could tell Hermione was pretty for the way she was, the way she spoke to him. He had never been so infatuated with a person he had just met.

He looked back on the past half hour of his life and scratched his head. What has just happened? Had he really just made a friend?

During the Sorting, he couldn't stop looking over at her nervously. He wanted desperately for her to be a Slytherin. But even more, he wanted to be one himself.

She had made him question whether or not he had the qualities to be in Slytherin. What if he was too smart for Slytherin, too brave or too kind, or some other thing that just didn't fit? Then what? Maybe Hermione would be in his house. Would that be enough?
Draco grimaced when she was Sorted. A Gryffindor. Of all things, why did she have to be a Gryffindor? He could've dealt with a Ravenclaw. But now, they were sort of in enemy houses.

Because it turned out, he was right. He and his minions were Sorted into Slytherin.

As he tried to fall asleep that night, in his new bed, he couldn't stop thinking about Hermione and how she would be in her Gryffindor dorm right now, maybe thinking of him. Unlikely, but still, he couldn't help but wonder.

Would the Gryffindors change her? Would she become better friends with Harry Potter, who had rejected his friend request, and Weasley, that disgusting redhead? What if she forgot all about him?

He was up all night thinking about it.

A/N: Please review and tell me what you think of this new experience!