Disclaimer- I don't own any of these characters, the genius Mrs. Rowling does.

It was September 1st and Hermione was waiting in the car for her parents. The sky above looked bleak and threatened to spill water. Hermione looked at her watch.

"Mum, Dad, if you don't hurry up I'll miss the train!" an impatient Hermione yelled out the open window.

"We're coming, dear! Just one more second!" Mr. Granger poked his head out the front door and gave Hermione an encouraging smile. Then his face disappeared only to be replaced by the face of a middle aged woman heaving a humongous package out the door. In a flash, Hermione jumped out of the car to help her mother.

"Mum, what on earth is this? Please don't tell me you guys got me another new cauldron!" Hermione wondered what on earth she would need a cauldron this size for.

"No, no." Mrs. Granger gasped, "This is your birthday present. I forgot how heavy it was."

Together they managed to carry the parcel to the back of the car and heave it in beside Hermione's trunk.

"Didn't you already give me my present?" Hermione shut the trunk with a snap.

"Technically, yes, we did. This we got in Diagon Alley. So we want to give it to you until you started school."

Mr. Granger came out the front door and all but ran to the driver's seat of the car. "Quick, we don't want to be late!"

After everyone was buckled, Mr. Granger tore out of the driveway and headed for London Station.

"So, are you going to tell me what that package is?" Hermione asked her mother while bouncing in her seat.

"No. You have to wait until you get to school to open it."

"Mum!"

"Sorry, dear, but it is a surprise. It's also kind of a congratulations present for making Head Girl." Her father added.

It was true. Hermione did make Head Girl, not much to her surprise. She figured she would, who else would have gotten the position? She really wondered who the Head Boy was. Surely Harry would have told her if he had made Head Boy. If Ron had made it, Hermione would be hearing it from Mrs. Weasley or Harry because Ron would have keeled over on the spot and stayed that way until he got to school and Madame Pomfry figured out a way to unpetrify him.

Hermione smiled at the thought of Ron's shock if he had made Head Boy. Ron's shock at being a prefect each year since fifth year added up would not equal his shock if he made Head Boy.

"Okay, sweetheart. We're here." Mr. Granger hopped out of the car and ran to get a trolley for Hermione while she and Mrs. Granger got out and went around back to open the trunk.

When Mr. Granger finally got back with the trolley, it had just begun to drizzle.

"Quick, Max! We have to get Hermione out of the rain or she'll melt! You know how she's made of the finest spun sugar!" Mrs. Granger hurried to pull Hermione's luggage onto the trolley and laughed at the same time.

"Ahhh! Oh no! Follow me, Julie, we'll run inside!" Mr. Granger scooped his daughter up over his shoulder and ran into the train station closely followed by his wife who had the trolley.

"Dad! Put me down!" Hermione played along and wiggled carefully against her fathers grip.

Reaching the barrier between platforms nine and ten, Mr. Granger complied.

"Honestly dad, people will think you're some kind of psycho when you do that!" Hermione kidded as she unnecessarily straightened her clothes. Mr. Granger just chuckled.

"Bye sweetie." Mrs. Granger stepped forward to give her only child a hug.

After all hugs had been given, Mr. Granger handed Hermione the trolley and she walked through the barrier.

When she steeped onto platform 9 ¾ Hermione immediately felt at home away from home. Breathing deeply she made her way to the scarlet train.

After seeing to her luggage she went to look for Ron and Harry. She quickly spotted them talking to Mrs. Weasley by the middle of the train. Walking quickly, Hermione joined them.

One swift searching look told her that neither Harry nor Ron made Head Boy.

"Hermione!" Harry lunged forward and gave Hermione a huge bear hug. Right after, she felt a bump and figured Ron had joined in on the Hermione sandwich. After a bit they let go.

Before any of them could say another word though, Mrs. Weasley was ushering them towards the train.

"Come, come! You don't want to miss the train!" Mrs. Weasley gave Hermione a quick shoulder squeeze before she practically shoved them onto the train. "Goodbye! See you at Christmas!" and with that Molly Weasley disappeared with a pop.

"Gosh, your mom sure was in a hurry to see us off." Harry said as they made their way down the crowded corridor.

"Yeah-here's an empty one." Ron slid open the door to an empty compartment.

The Golden Trio sat down and caught up on missed time over the summer. It wasn't until Hermione glanced at her watch that she remembered.

"Oh my gosh! Guys, I'll have to see you at the feast, I have to go meet the Head Boy in the front compartment." And with that, Hermione dashed out the door and practically ran to the Head compartment at the front of the train.

She opened the door and stepped inside. No one was there. Confused, Hermione walked out and shut the door. Turning around, she started to go back to the compartment with Harry and Ron but a certain someone blocked her way. A certain tall, blonde haired, very muscular, very handsome, very annoying smirking someone.

"Out of my way, Malfoy." Hermione tried to pass him but he blocked her way.

"Better be careful, Granger. You should show more respect to this year's Head Boy." Malfoy flashed Hermione another of his trademark smirks.

"You are the Head Boy?" Hermione demanded.

"Yes, I am." He gave her the once over, then he looked again. "My, my. Seems you are the Head Girl. Not surprising."

"Hmph!" Hermione tried to brush past him but he caught her by the arm and pulled her into the Head compartment locked the door behind him and pinned her against the wall.

Hermione squirmed against his strong grim. "Let go!"

"No." Malfoy leaned closer, he smelled of a spicy, pepperminty aftershave. "Not unless you say please." He added in a whisper in her ear. Hermione shivered involuntarily against him, for he was now so close, their bodies were touching. Malfoy smirked.

"Say please and I'll let you go." Malfoy whispered again. Hermione said nothing. "No? What, do you like this? Hmmm?" he nipped her earlobe. Hermione whimpered. Encouraged, he started a trail of small kisses down the side of her neck. Hermione instinctively tilted her head to the side to allow him better access. She felt as though her knees were going to give way.

Malfoy's hands moved to the small of her back started to massage in small circles. Hermione gasped. He chuckled at her reaction.

"You do. Don't you?" Hermione made no reply, she only closed her eyes. Malfoy reached up and cupped her face in his hands.

"Weren't you trying to go somewhere?" he asked her very pointedly.

"Umm-" Hermione started but before she could say any more her mouth was claimed by Malfoy's. He ran his tongue over her lips. Hermione gasped again and he took the opportunity to engage her in the most passionate kiss she could imagine. He ran his tongue over her teeth and then proceeded to tease her own tongue into playing with his. Slowly, he coaxed her tongue to follow his into his mouth were he closed his lips on it and very gently bit it.

Frustrated, Hermione forced his mouth back open and continued playing with his tongue. While they kissed, Hermione's hands found their way around his neck and her fingers tangled up in his hair. Malfoy turned her around and gently sat her down on the seat. Not breaking the kiss, he knelt in front of her. Startled at his actions, Hermione broke the kiss and pushed him away. Confused, he obliged.

Hermione drew her legs up onto the seat and rested her head in her knees.

'I just kissed Draco Malfoy!' she thought. Looking up she noticed he was gone.

'Great.' She sighed, 'What have I done?'