It was the sixth time they had approached platform 9 and ¾, and it was also to be their second last time. As Hermione ran through the solid brick wall and onto this platform, she was glad to see the big gleaming train. The sight had never got old for her. Harry and Ron followed closely behind her, grinning and laughing about something.

Hermione felt somewhat self-conscience, but she told herself there was no need because she looked amazing. What she was telling herself was true, because in the holidays she had gradually given herself a makeover. She had gone to a muggle hairdresser and gotten the frizz taken out, which left her hair glossy and with perfect curls. She had also taken a change and dyed it black. She felt as if she had made the right decision in doing so because it actually did make her look quite stunning, making her brown eyes glow more against her fair skin. Since the frizz had been taken out, her hair looked longer, flowing gracefully below her bust.

Hermione walked gracefully through the crowd, trying to feel confident and as gorgeous as she looked. She kept her head up and smiled at every good looking boy she saw. There was a blonde haired boy, who seemed vaguely familiar but she couldn't remember where from. She smiled at him and he looked up and smiled back.

Draco had wondered who that girl was who had smiled at him. She had to be a transfer student because there was no way she had been going to Hogwarts. He hadn't seen her anywhere before. Draco felt as if he had to know who it was, to get involved with her. He watched as she walked away, especially the long legs which carried her away. She was wearing muggle clothes as well as Draco. Maybe, Draco thought, he'd recognize her when she got changed into her robes. Hermione, as it turned out, wasn't the only one who had gotten a makeover in the summer. Draco had grown his hair and cut it into a way that made his father disapprove. The shaggy, yet tasteful, layers reached the bottom of his neck and had a fringe which swept over his forehead and flopped lazily over his right eye. Draco knew that it was a good choice cutting his hair like this because he could see all the girls devouring him with their eyes. Or perhaps it was because he had begun to work out. The muggle clothes Draco wore was short sleeved and showed off his impressive biceps.

It was no surprise even Hermione was attracted to him.

However, he still hadn't realized who it was that had smiled at him.

Hermione had gotten changed into her robes and sat in the prefect carriage chatting to Ron. She swished her hair confidently and blushed when she saw that Ron was looking at her lustfully. It had eventually come to the point where the Prefects had to patrol the corridors of the train. As Hermione dawdled down, telling people off when necessary, she bumped into another prefect. It was the boy she had smiled out. Perhaps now was the perfect time to see who it finally was.

Draco looked down at the gorgeous silky mass of hair that had just crashed into his chest. Well it looked like it belonged to the girl who he'd seen earlier on. He looked down. The girl backed away and put her hands on his chest in surprise.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there!" she squeaked. That voice was familiar.

"It's okay…" Draco murmured. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name?" The girl looked up. It was Hermione Granger.

"Oh great," She murmured. "You." Draco immediately stepped back.

"Watch where you're going, filthy mudblood!" Draco couldn't believe it was Granger he had run into. It was Granger he smiled at, it was Granger he couldn't pull out of his thoughts, and it was Granger he was lusting over. Ergh. Once again, Hermione looked up at him.

"You are a disgusting ferret. I'm guessing there were side effects to transformation Moody did on you in the fourth year!" She growled angrily.

"Excuse me?" Draco snapped back.

"He evidently transfigure you correctly, because there is still ferret lurking around your appearance."

And with that, Hermione turned on her heel and went in the opposite direction.

"Can you believe who that was?" A shrilly voice asked. Draco turned around to see Pansy leaning against the train wall crossing her arms. Her pug face was scrunched up in disgust.

"What," Draco mumbled. "No, I cannot believe that was Granger." He added.

"Can you believe the nerve of that girl? I mean, really. She even got her eyebrows waxed! I was looking in the prefect carriage. She also must have gotten lipo, because she's suddenly gotten skinny! And her hair? Who does she think she's fooling? She looks like a tart!"

Draco wasn't particularly listening to Pansy's rant, because as much as he hated her guts, he wanted to find a way to get closer to Hermione. There was no way he was passing up this fun. He smirked as he thought of the ways he could lead her on and smash her emotions into pieces.

Hermione had felt the need to slap herself. Draco Malfoy! She had smiled at Draco Malfoy… She had crashed into Draco Malfoy! And…put her hands on his chest. The worst feeling of all was she felt nice in his arms. Urgh, no! She couldn't have felt nice in his arms. She could feel hard torso muscle through his robes, however, which was definitely not a bad thing…

No, no, no. Malfoy couldn't be attractive to her. Now that she was somewhat attractive herself, she could get any boy she wanted if she really put her mind into it. Why on earth was she thinking about Malfoy, when she could have someone so much nicer? Like Ron, now that was someone she could really work to get to like her. If only. Hermione strolled through the hallways fantasizing about Ron and what could happen if she'd just work up the courage to reveal her feelings. Or better yet, if he told her that he had feelings for her.

It had eventually come to the time where the train approached the station. Harry, Ron and Hermione got into a carriage. Hermione glanced out of the carriage just before they left and saw Draco getting into his own carriage with all his Slytherin friends. She didn't like to admit it, but he looked amazing with the moonlight shining off his platinum blonde hair the way it was. She hastily looked away, not believing what she had just thought.