The war is over. She was running to the platform to catch the train to Hogwarts. Hermione had never been late before and didn't want to start now. She ran at the wall between platforms 9 and 10 to reveal the Hogwarts Express just as it was when she had started Hogwarts eight years ago. Of course late for her was early for everyone else, so she made her way to the bench she usually sits at to wait for the Weasley's and Harry. For the first time Hermione didn't sit there and read a book she had read over and over, but just sat and thought of who the Head Boy would be since she had received the Head Girl position. The platform had started to gather a lot of people and she just smile at a few students that walked by.

"Granger," the voice said from behind her. She quickly turned to see the boy who had made her life a living hell. No other than Draco Malfoy was standing there with a worried look on his face.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

"I need you to hold my hand or do something girlfriend like."

"What? Wait did you just say girlfriend?"

"Granger are you going to help me or not?"

"Um… Okay, but my name is Hermione. What do I have to do?"
"I know your name Granger. Okay…. Um…. Take my hand. Quick."

Hermione stood up and rushed to the side of her enemy and took his hand. Not really knowing why she was helping the Slytherin Sex God, but he did seemed worried. He took her books and bag from the bench and led her down the platform. When they stopped Hermione was quiet; they were standing in front of his mother.

"Mother, this is Hermione Granger."

"Yes, I am aware of the girls name Draco. Now tell me is she the one. Or am I going to have to force that stupid wedding your father was arranging for you?"

"Mother, I don't know if Hermione is the one I will marry, but be sure that we have not reached that point in our unusual relationship."

"Hermione, dear, what do you love about my son."

Hermione was still stuck on him calling her Hermione, when she snapped back to reality.

"Well, Mrs. Malfoy there are a lot of things that I love about your son. He is intelligent, loyal, sometimes a bit sly, but overall I like his heart."

"His heart?"

"Yes, his heart is so kind and loving and that's what I love."

"Draco, love, what do you love about Hermione?"

Hermione could see the look he was giving her while talking about him. Now it was her turn to hear the crap he made up about her. He paused and looked at his mother as if he knew this was a test.

"Mother, I love everything from her intelligence to her not so bushy any more hair. I can't take my mind off of her beautiful eyes.

"Draco, Hermione. I don't think you two are dating and trust me when I say that love can come from unexpected enemies. Draco, you know better than to lie to me, but I admire your will to stop that wedding to that Parkinson girl. I will allow you to pick any female whether it be Miss Granger here or any other that possess your heart to marry as long as I don't get that pug for a daughter-in-law."

"Thanks mother."

"Hermione."

Hermione looked at Mrs. Malfoy once more, and to her surprise a smile was on the woman's face.

"Congratulations on making Head Girl. I do believe that you are the first muggle born to be a head. Also thank you for letting Draco pull you along to convince me that you and him are dating. You are a lovely girl and I hope you keep that Head boy inline."

"Thank you, but I don't understand how you knew I am Head Girl. I haven't told any one other than…"

"Your parents, I figured. Come on Hermione; my mother has to go to work and we have a train to catch. Plus you're the brightest witch of our age who wouldn't have guessed you to be head. Good bye mother and thank you."

As soon as he had finished his sentence he led her back to the train. To her surprise he led her all the way to the Heads cabin. Then he sat across from her.

"Malfoy are you the head boy?"

"Ah, Granger, what made you think that."

"Well you were one of the possible few I had thought of, but when your mother said to keep the Head Boy inline, then you sit across from me. It adds up."

"Thinking about me Granger?"

"What?"

"You said I was one of the boys you considered."

"Yes. Your point being?"

"How would you come up with me being the Head Boy? And why would you agree to such a fuss with my mother. No other girl would have done that."

Hermione just stared at him. His blue eyes were so dreamy and she quickly snapped out of there trance and answered him.

"Well, I know all about arranged marriage. I knew it was you who was going to be head boy because you're the most intelligent other than myself of course, but back to marriage…."

As she was finishing her sentence a few familiar faces happen to walk in their compartment. Ron, Ginny, and Harry being half while Pansy, Blaise, and Goyle are the other half. The six stood there stunned at the last words that left Hermiones mouth. Ron shouted while Ginny was beaming with a smile.

"HERMIONE?"