Disclaimer: I do not own any Harry Potter Characters, Settings...all that stuff...

I have added some characters. (I'm told that that makes it OC…)

This is my first attempt, so please be kind if you review.

NB: Draco never killed Dumbledore, Snape did it of his own accord. Draco is hiding at Hogwarts from Voldemort, his mum is being protected, and his dad is still in Azkaban.

Mhera is pronounced Meera

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Mhera sat in the prefect compartment of the Howgwarts Express, day dreaming. Her mind wandered over various aspects of her life, but it mainly stayed on the one thing that she had trouble keeping out of her head. A certain blonde 7th year.

"Now if there are any questions, feel free to ask either me, or Malfoy," said Hermione, reaching the end of her Head-girl speech, causing Mhera to snap out of her thoughts. Hermione sent Draco a glare, as if to say as-if-you'd-go-to-him-with-your-questions. Mhera still couldn't get over the fact that she was a prefect. Sure, she had the brains, but she had a tendancy to wander the school grounds at night. Still, any excuse to be around Draco...

Hermione was frustrated. 6th years were supposed to be mature, yet it seemed that maturity had skipped them this year. None of the 6th years had listened to her speech, it was obvious from the looks on their faces. Malfoy wasn't helping either. She had no idea why they'd made him Head-boy. Hermione looked around at all the faces in the room and sighed. None of them would be any good at being prefects.

Draco leaned back comfortably in his chair, barely listening to Hermione drone on about the duties of prefects. It wasn't a wonder that none of the prefects were listening. She could make anything sound boring. He looked at the faces in the room. Only one caught his attention. She had caught his attention last year as well. Mhera, her name just rolled off your tongue. Beautiful, yet different, a bit like his own. She had silver-streaked brown hair, long, as thick as Hermione's, yet dead straight and silky, in a slick pony-tail down her back. He hadn't ever seen her with it out, but he imagined it to be beautiful. How he longed to know what it felt like, what it smelt like. She was staring vaguely out the window, absorbed in her own thoughts, he found himself mesmerised by her eyes, a heavenly mixture of blues and greens. Draco snapped back to reality by Hermione, who had kicked him to get his attention. "Watch it, mudblood" he said agressively. Calling Hermione a mudblood had become second nature to him, like a reflex.

"Cummon then, we have to go to the head bog and girl compartment, although I'd much rather have you stay here" Hermione added nastily, fed up with people not listening to her.

"No thanks," Draco said, absent-mindedly, "I think I'll just walk down the train." Standing up to leave, he was surprised by Hermione storming out in a terrible rage. He couldn't remember saying anything to get her that angry, he thought she would have been used to him calling her a mudblood by now. Dissmissing it from his mind, he started walking down the narrow passageway, in the direction that he'd seen Mhera leavew, scanning each compatment for her.

Mhera stared out the window, once again, daydreaming. She had tried playing exploding snap with her friends, but kept loosing. The game went on behind her. She thought about the one thing she couldn't get off her mind. Draco Malfoy. Last year, she had kept running into him. Interupted from her thoughts from a nudge from her best friend, Caity, she turned around, slightly irritated that she'd been disturbed. Caity had a wide grin on her face, and Mhera failed to see what was so funny.

"What?" she said,

"I think someone's got themself an admirer," said Caity cheekily,

"What are you talking about?" said Mhera, her irritation turning to confusion.

"Watch the compartment window," was all the reply she got, before Caity started playing cards again. Mhera studied the compartment window. A minute passed, and nothing had happened, and Mhera was about to turn to Caity to ask if she had been pulling her leg, when a certain tall, blonde walked past. Roughly another minute passed, when he walked passed again. The more Caity watched, the more he walked past, and the more she picked up. He kept pausing at the door, but then walking on. He seemed nervous, like he was trying to work up some courage. Mhera turned around to stare at Caity. She had said that I might have an admirer. Could it be that he returns my feelings?

Draco walked past again. He wanted to walk over to her, and kiss her, and never stop kissing her. Instead, he had settled on the idea of just telling her how he felt. Easier said then done. He leaned his forehead against the wall of the train, trying unsuccessfully to gather his thoughts. he stood up straight, and looked at his watch, and was startled by the time. They should arrive anytime soon. He needed to be quick, Who knows when his next chance will be?

he was about to walk back and open the compartment door, when the train started slowing, and Granger appeared, obviously looking for him. Damn she had bad timing.

"Hurry up Malfoy," she said exasperatedly, "We have to see Proffessor McGonnagal before the feast, and we can't be late"

"Yeah yeah, I'm coming," he said grudgedly. Being head-boy wasn't all it was cracked up to be.

As the train shuddered to a stop, Mhera started gathering her things, her mind buzzing. "Nothing's certain," she told herself under her breath. She had to run to keep up with Caity, who was threatening to tell everyone who she liked if she didn't hurry up.

"You don't even know who I like, I havn't told anyone," said Mhera once she'd caught her breath.

"Yes, I do, and it's so obvious, you don't even need to tell anyone," countered Caity, confident that she'd got it right, and knowing Caity, she probably was.

"Who is it then," said Mhera, hoping that she wouldn't get it right.

"Draco Malfoy" said Caity simply, causing Mhera to stare at her. "Cummon, it's kinda obvious" laughed Caity, as the carriage started moving towards the castle.