One would have thought the world was coming to an end. As he looked at her, he realized there was something missing from her eyes. Something along the lines of her heart was gone from the insides of her. Her soul was missing. He couldn't figure out why she was looking so downcast all of the sudden. She was perfect. She had started straightening her bushy brown hair so now it had a graceful sweeping look to it, she had filled out over the summer her amazing breasts and rounded hips making the any man jump in excitement at the sight of her. The past six years had been tormenting for him. He would watch her out of the corner of his eye, never crossing the hidden line that would send him to his downfall. He knew that she could sense it to. The need for each other, he could see the look in her eyes but this year was different. They were sharing the last and only empty carriage to the school. Goyle and Crabbe had dropped out after fifth year. They didn't want anything to do with the community that had sent their father to the prison, Azkaban. He, on the other hand, knew there was something about Hogwarts that would keep him safer than anywhere on earth. He would be protected from the hands that longed to curl around his thin throat or around a wand in order to torture him to the fullest extent. She, however, would become something great. Why Dumbledore had made an exception for the Head boy and Head Girl this year was something Draco could never figure out. Dumbledore had changed the rules that as long as there was two Head people that there no longer had to be a Head Girl or a Head Boy. So this year, Hermione was left alone with him on the train to school, while her best friends were up in the front carriage with all the prefects.
If only this carriage was empty, if only Dumbledore hadn't changed his mind about things. The world was full of "if only"s for her nowadays. She looked over at the boy she was sharing the compartment with. The hatred and passion for him mixed together in her soul as she stared at his amazing sleek hair, his gorgeous grey eyes that had suddenly locked into hers. Why did he keep looking over at her? It wasn't as if she was beautiful or anything. She was nothing special compared to him. Just a normal everyday mudblood. After the use of that term for so many years, after hearing him say it so many times, she had accepted that as her role. The word continuously played over and over in her head as she sat and stared. Her eyes boiled into his. She hoped that her mind would be able to think to his and he could know what she was thinking. She wished he could know how much she hated him and how much she longed for him in the same minute, the same second. I can, sweetheart and I feel the same way. "What the hell?" she thought to herself, "Where did that come from?" Over here darling. She looked over at him. There was no way. None. She did have a direct link to him. Please say it wasn't true. Remember last year, when you performed the curse on me? Of course she did, it had been amazing and horrible all in the same minute. Well, it did this. I've been hearing your thoughts since the last day of school. In all your reading, one would think you would have read about how curses link the minds together. Especially after Harry and Voldemort got linked together. He will die this year, Harry will. You know that right? What was going on?! Of course she remembered the curse. Draco had been about to kill Harry, her best friend and then boyfriend, but she got to him first. She threw a curse, the first one to pop into her mind- The Cructicus Curse. How he had reflected it, she didn't know. She only knew that he did and now her wand, her mind, her thoughts were contaminated.