A/N: Hey everyone. I had originally had this story posted but I didn't feel it was going where I wanted it to go so this is a new version. There are only two chappies but that all the further I've gotten. This is still my first HP fic, so if there is any constructive advice let me hear it but please be nice. Here you go. Disclaimer: I own none of this. It all belongs to the talented and wonderful J.K. Rowling.

"Mum! Mum! Over here!" Hermione Granger yelled over the noise of the
crowd at King's Cross Station.

"Hello darling. Have a good year at school?" asked Mrs. Granger locking her daughter in a tight embrace.

"Pretty good. But it's so good to be back. Let's go home."

"Yes of course, dear. Let's go."

Hermione wheeled her trolley around but had barely gone 5 steps when- CRASH! Hermione's trunk fell to the ground as the two trolleys collided. Hermione's trolley shot back and knocked the wind out of her, but whomever she had hit was knocked clean of his feet. Shocked at what she had done Hermione raced to help the boy off the ground.

"Oh my gosh," she said bending over and grabbing the boy's arm and started to pull him up. "I'm so sorry.I didn't see...OH..It's you." She said finally realizing who the boy was and let go of his arm. Draco Malfoy fell heavily back to the floor of the train station.

"Jesus, Granger don't you watch where you're going?" drawled Draco.

"Oh, please Malfoy. If I had been watching where I was going I would have hit you harder!" Hermione said her voice full of hatred.

"Hermione, don't be so rude. Apologize to the boy."

"Yeah, Granger. Apologize."

"Bite me, Malfoy."

"That's enough," Mrs. Granger stated. "Hermione, let's go.."

"Draco, there you are dear," said a woman that, Hermione guessed, was Draco's mother. The woman was tall and dressed in a plain flowered skirt and white blouse. Her long golden brown hair lay elegantly around her shoulders and she held herself high and proud. You wouldn't guess that she was Draco's mother unless you got close to her, though her sons look nothing like her; he had the same striking steel gray eyes.

"Draco, come along dear. The car is waiting," said Mrs. Malfoy in cheerful tone. She put a hand on Draco's shoulder, gave Hermione and her mom a smile, and proceeded to steer Draco towards the door when..

"Cissy?" whispered Mrs. Granger. Mrs. Malfoy froze in her tracks, and then turned to look at Mrs. Granger, a look of shock on her lovely face.

"What did you call me?" she whispered.

"Cissy? Narcissa Williams? It's me. It's Babs."

"Babs! Babs Tomkin!" Mrs. Granger nodded and in a split second had crossed the space between them and the two women hugged. Hermione stood in shock. How can my mom know her? She thought. The two friends broke apart and looked at each other.

"It's so good to see you again. I thought I never would," said Mrs. Granger a smile spread across her face.

"I didn't think I'd ever see you again," whispered Mrs. Malfoy.

"Uh... Mum? What's going on?" asked Hermione, stating what was on both her's and Draco's minds. She and Draco stood off to the side of the two women too confused to say anything.

"Oh, Babs is this your daughter? She's gorgeous!"

"Yes, this is Hermione. Hermione, this is Cissy. She used to live next door to me as a girl. We were inseparable, right up until the day she moved."

"Um.Mum? The car," Draco said.

"Goodness, Cissy this can't be your son. He's got to be that same age as Hermione. Do you go to Hogwarts, too?" Mrs. Granger said directing the question at Draco.

"Yes as a matter of fact, Hermione and I are in the same year," Draco stated.

"Not by choice," Hermione whispered. Draco glared.

"Yes, well, I'm afraid we'll have to go. Draco's father and I have missed him terribly."

"Yeah right," Draco muttered. Hermione stared.

"We must get together for tea," Mrs. Granger said.

"How about tomorrow?" Mrs. Malfoy asked consulting a date book.

"That would be wonderful. I'll call you tonight." Mrs. Granger and Mrs. Malfoy hugged once more, grabbed their children and parted their separate ways.

A/N: So what do you think? Please read and review for the nice writer. Feel free to tell me what ya thought. No flames please.