Okay. Hi all you lovely people. This is my first fanfiction, so I hope you all enjoy it. c:

Disclaimer - I do not own any of the characters or places or along those lines. All I pretty much own is the plot. The rest belongs to J.K. Rowling.

Prologue

It was September 1st. She was already on Platform 9¾, tugging along her luggage to put on the train. She was excited to go back to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with her two best friends, Ronald Weasley and Harry Potter. It would be their 6th year and she had a good feeling about it.

Right before she got on the train, she felt someone's eyes bore into the back of her head. Startled, she turned around to see who it was, only to find silver eyes staring back at her.

Groaning mentally, she turned around and got on the train, completely ignoring the boy.

While in search of an abandoned compartment, she began thinking to herself.

I was in a good mood until he decided to look at me. Argh, he's such a ferret. She quietly laughed to herself at the use of his infamous nickname. It was true, however. In the 4th year, a Professor turned Draco Malfoy into a ferret, and ever since then, the name stuck.

While she waited for her friends to arrive on the train, she took out her favorite copy of Hogwarts: A History. She slid open the door of the compartment and relaxed into the seat. Before she could start reading, someone came into the compartment. Thinking it was one of her friends, she looked up with a grin on her face, only for it to fade once she saw who it was in the room with her.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" She scowled at the intruder.

"What do I want? Oh, nothing in particular. Came in to see what a Mudblood like you is doing all alone." He smirked and leaned back against the door.

"I'm waiting on my friends, thank you very much. Now if you will, could you go back to where you came from?" Hermione forced a tight smile, looking at his eyes to see what drove him to bother her.

"I don't think I will. It's too much fun to annoy you."

"Could you please leave, Malfoy?" She did say please, after all. She didn't want her good mood going downhill any more.

"Well, since you said please… No." His smirk grew wider when she rolled her eyes and huffed.

She glanced out of the window and saw Harry and Ron moving onto the train.

"Look, Malfoy, Harry and Ron are coming so why don't you just—" she got up and lightly pushed him out in the corridor, "—go away." She finished.

"Why should I now? This is my perfect chance to annoy Potter and—" he glanced down at her hands still on his chest. He sneered at her and quickly pulled away from her touch, like it burned him. "Don't you ever fucking touch me again," He growled; his voice dangerously low and calm.

"I wouldn't have to if you would leave like I have asked," she spat.

He scowled at her one last time before traveling towards the back of the train. Hermione visibly relaxed and went back in the compartment while patiently waiting for her friends to hurry up and move their arses.

This year may not be as good as she thought.