A/N: Hey it's Krysta. I would just like to explain that this is a story that my friend Jenny and I will write. So, if chapters sound differently then you know why. Thank for reading and enjoy our story :)

Hermione Granger couldn't be more excited if she tried. She was standing in front of the big red Hogwarts Express, ready to take on her last year of Hogwarts. The war was over, which meant that she could have a civil year. No more drama. Hermione thought to herself with a relieved sigh. She had gotten her letter from Hogwarts that had said that she had made Head Girl, which only made her even happier and her parents even more proud.

"Goodbye, pumpkin. Don't forget to write." Her father said while giving her a hug and kiss on the forehead.

"Don't worry daddy. I will. Bye mum, dad." She said as she hugged her parents and waved good-bye. She boarded the train and was instantly greeted by a very old friend, Ron Weasley.

"Over here!" Ron said as he motioned to Hermione. She walked up to him with a smile and a hug. He inhaled her scent and smiled to himself, not letting go of Hermione.

"Um, Ron. You can let go now. And stop smelling my hair!" Hermione said as she tried to get away from Ron and giggled a bit. He finally let her go and blushed. "Sorry 'Mione. Cmon, let's get into the compartment." Ron said as he pulled her in, but she refused. "What's up?" He asked, slightly confused and irritated. The sooner they get into the compartment, the sooner they can start talking. Alone, considering Harry was probably off somewhere snogging Ginny.

"Honestly Ron, don't you ever read your letters? I need to sit in the Heads' compartment. I'm Head Girl." She explained while pointing in the direction of the compartment. Just then, she heard a deep but slightly familar voice behind her say, "Hurry up, Granger. The train's about to leave and we have to be inside the compartment. Let's go."

Hermione turned around to see a bulk, bulit figure standing in front of her. She looked up a bit and saw blonde hair and gray blue eyes looking straight at here. Malfoy? He looks so...different. He obviously isn't the same skinny little Slytherin he used to be. But he wasn't the only one to grow up a bit... She thought to herself. Hermione had changed, too. Her figured had changed from a straight twig form to more like a muggle Coke bottle. A bigger top and bottom, you could say. She filled in.

Is that Granger? Wow. Bigger bust, and bottom. Not bad for a muggle-born. Though, she should wear tighter clothes... Draco thought to himself with a smirk, checking out the girl in front of him. He just watched as she looked at him. "Well? Are you coming or not?" He asked, wiping the smirk off his face. "Um, yah. Bye Ron." Hermione said as she followed Draco, a little starstuck.

Malfoy? Who in their right mind would make Malfoy the Head Boy? He's absolutely horrible! Bloody hell! And now Hermione, my Hermione, has to spend hours with him. Alone. On a train. Oh god. Ron thought to himself, pissed off. He watched Hermione walk away with his enemy, Draco Malfoy. He waited so long to get alone time with Hermione so he could tell her how he really felt, but now it was taken away by Malfoy. It had really set him off. "Bloody Malfoy..." He said under his breath before walking into his compartment and slamming the door behind him.

Hermione walked into the Heads' compartment, which was different than the other compartments. It was nicer, bigger, and more...homey. She took a seat went through her pockets for her MP3 player. Muggle thing. She watched as Malfoy sat across from her, looking straight at her. "What?" She asked as he just stared at her. It was creeping her out. "What the bloody hell are you looking at Malfoy?" Hermione asked, practically yelling. It caused Draco to laugh.

"Sorry for looking at you, Granger. You just look...different." He said while leaning his back to the wall facing the compartment door and lifting his legs and resting them onto the seat. Getting ready for the train ride, which he hoped would be quiet and arguement-less. Considering he wasn't really in the mood to yell.

A/N: Sorry if it's short. Thanks again for reading!