Ancient magic

She looked frantically around my room to see if she had forgotten anything. They were supposed to go to Hogwarts today for their seventh year and she was already running late as it was.

She levitated her trunk when she saw fit that not one thing was missing. She then proceeded to run downstairs to where her parents were sitting, she spied them at the kitchen table drinking some coffee. Rushing over she gave them both a hug.

"Bye Hermione, we'll see you for Christmas okay dear?" her mother told her.

Nodding in response her father said, "Don't even trying getting out of it, okay?"

He laughed at his own joke and Hermione just shook her head, "yes daddy. Bye guys." Shooting them both a quick kiss before disapparating. She planned to go to an alleyway close to the station but as she appeared she seemed to have fallen on someone. A grunt could be heard under her as was lying on top of this person.

Quickly, before she could blink an eye, he was turning them over so that he was on top. Yes it was most definitely a 'he'. A 'he' with a strong defined arms that were holding him above her so that he wasn't squishing her. Her gaze then dropped slightly to the broad shoulders and muscled chest peeking out of a muggle shirt that was drooping slightly due to gravity in all her glorious ways. She then went to the neck which was large and strong the muscles pulling slowly. She then saw a well-defined jaw line that would have sent girls fainting all over the place. She then went to the full lower lip and the thinner top one that was perfect for kissing. She then went to his platinum blonde hair that was quite short and the ones peeking out was wavy and the she dropped to his eyes and blanched underneath him.

It was Draco Malfoy, her sworn enemy but now he wasn't so sworn. She was actually thinking about kissing him.

"Liking what you see, love?" he asked, lowering himself slightly and chuckling until he saw how near they were.

"Don't call me love." I answered breathlessly.

His eyes darkened to a steel colour before he stood up and walked away, leaving her there on her own.

Okay that was really weird. She thought as she stood up brushing off any dirt she had accumulated before rushing off to the train that she would leave in a few moments she made it onto the train with just enough time, she rushed to the prefects cabin next.

She had been made Head Girl this year but she still hadn't figured out who head boy was. Perhaps it was Blaise Zabini or someone from Ravenclaw.

She entered the cabin to see all the prefects already walking seeming to have been dismissed by the head boy.

She tried to see who it was but all the sixth or seventh years blocked her view so she couldn't even see. Exasparted she pushed all of them out of her but still she couldn't see. She turned quickly to see the last two leaving and she closed the door before turning again. She couldn't see who it was because he was now turned with his head down his clock envolping him.

Walking forward she moved to tap him on the shoulder when he turned quickly so that they were basically pressed up against eachother and her stomach was having weird feelings. She was only looking in his chest so she peered up at him through lashes and then seeing who it was took a few steps back but tripping over her own feet. He grabbed her before she could fall.

"careful there, love."

She puffed, exasperated. "I told you once already Malfoy don't call me love." With that she pushed him off, unawares of the pair of eyes watching with interest.

'As soon as she left, probably to her friends, Draco rubbed his face.

"Blaise, come out, I know you're still here."

Chuckling he stepped out, "love? Really? And again?"

Draco looked at him contemplating whether or not to tell him, but of all the school he trusted Blaise the most, he was the only real friend he had actually.

"When I apparated she apparated right on top of me and I might've called her love."

Chuckling the confidant when up to his friend, "man you in so deep."

Draco looked at him," I know."

With that said he walked off to see if there was still an empty cabin and there was one. Moving in, he closed the blinds and sat by the window and looked out. Thinking. Thinking what had happened when she fell on him.

He had no idea who it was so he turned them so that he was on top and when looked down he saw it was Hermione he nearly did a double take but indeed it was her and she was observing him mostly minutely not that he minded. He brought his gaze down and saw that she had kept slim but was more mature in certain areas. Her hair was more tamed and her face finally shed the last of its baby fat so he could see a defined jawline and a elegant slope for her nose and large full lips. He had so almost kissed her. He had to get grip on his emotions, though when she looked at him through her lashes in the prefects cabin, his heart he was sure stopped a bit before racing to catch up his missing heart beats.

Letting his head fall on the glass he thought about what a long year it would be.