The beginning of yet another year at Hogwarts. Same old Same old right? Wrong. Hermione is no longer the little first year striving to make a difference in the world. Ron is still completely in denial about Hermione, and Harry? Harry is still trying to be the hero.

Sorry, Suck at summaries but read anyway. =3

Disclaimer: Awww, do I have to? Fine, Fine! I do not own any of the characters, however, the Plot and the circumstances in which I have placed our little wizards and Witches is purely of my own making. Heh,heh,heh.

Chapter 1. Yet Another Year.

Hermione woke up early on a Sunday morning. Today was the day she could go back to school and she wasn't wasting any time. She already had her bags packed and her books ready. Crookshanks, being the happily fat feline that he was, was currently out chasing mice or whatever else he could run down.

She climbed out of bed, stretched and ran a hand through her bushy brown hair.

'Ugh, I have got to do something about this'

She thought eyeing a strand of mousy hair caught in between her fingers. She went into the bathroom and looked in the small mirror. It showed only her head.

Hermione had curved, delicately shaped eyebrows and thick lashes surrounding wide, almond eyes that were currently a deep chocolaty brown. Her cheeks were rosy with only a slight diminish in childlike roundness that suggested her coming age of 16 years. She had full, pink rosy lips and a girlish chin.

After taking a quick shower she attempted to run a brush through her hair and left the bathroom.

She walked over to her almost empty dresser and took out a pair of worn jeans and a black tank top. She normally dressed more girly but she supposed her style had changed some over the summer. She applied mascara and eyeliner along with a little bit of black eye shadow and some clear lip gloss.

Hermione checked her watch, 9:20. The train would leave at 11:00. She walked downstairs to the kitchen where her bags were waiting by the front door. Crookshanks, now done hunting, was lounging lazily on the sofa. She made herself some toast with a bit of strawberry jam. While she was eating, she thought about the day. Ron and Harry had no doubt been writing all summer, talking about school, quiditch and anything else to take Harry's mind off of the Dursleys. She wondered how Ron and Lavender Brown were doing, surprised that they had kept their relationship together so long. Although the notion that Ron's feelings for her didn't go any farther than friends stung, she couldn't really blame him.

Who would like plain, boring, bookworm Hermione when you could have a beauty like Lavender?

Her musings were interrupted by her mother's voice.

"Hermione! What are you doing? The train leaves in half an hour! What are doing asleep?"

'Oh no! Did I really fall asleep? Great, now I'll miss the train!'

Hermione thought angrily to herself.

She stood up quickly, forgetting that she held a piece of Half-eaten toast in her hand. It fell to the floor and Crookshanks pounced on it.

"No Crookshanks, We have to go!"

She scooped the cat up in one arm and her trunk in the other and headed for the door.

"Hermione wait! Your Badge!"

Her father ran forward and swiftly pinned it to her shirt before getting the door for her.

"Thanks dad!"

She ran to the waiting car and jumped in. Hermione didn't much like traveling by floo powder so she was glad her mother had agreed to drive her to the station.

On Sunday morning almost everyone was in church or at home so there was almost no traffic on the roads. They arrived at the station with 5 minutes to spare. Hermione quickly kissed her Mum goodbye and dashed toward platform 9 ¾.

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He woke up at half passed 9.

Crap.

The train left at 11:00 and it would take him at least 10 minutes to get there. None of his things were packed and his room was a mess.

Normally, Draco would Never have been so disorganized but lately he found it rather hard to keep up with trivial things like packing when he had so much else to worry about.

He jumped out of bed and ran to the mirror. He smoothed down his platinum hair with his hands and threw on some jeans and a T-shirt. He grabbed his black boots and slid his feet into them not bothering to tie them. After brushing his teeth he ran downstairs.

His trunk was in the attic, his books were scattered about his room and his clothes were still in his closet.

'Damn'

"Matilda. Matilda!"

With a loud crack the house elf appeared. She bowed low to the ground, her crooked nose almost touching the marble floor.

"Yes master Malfoy sir?" She said in a bored voice.

Malfoy looked at her with utter contempt. The elf was only here because Lucius had thought it proper to take on the responsibility of his boss' elf while he was away. She was a disdainful creature who seemed to do everything with a tired and ungrateful attitude.

"Pack all my school things and my books. Don't forget Ezekiel and my Broom."

He ran upstairs again and grabbed the things he knew the elf would forget. His Black invisibility cloak that shown silver and green in the moonlight. His pocket sneak o' scope, and his Journal. He threw them all into a green bag and ran back down the stairs.

All of his things were packed and anything that was forgotten he would send for. He grabbed his trunk, Ezekiel's cage and his Broomstick while heading for the fire place. He set his things down and grabbed a pinch of floo powder.

"King's Cross Station!"

At once the flames turned green and he began to spin. In a matter of seconds he found himself flat on his stomach, his trunk and other things sprawled beside him. He was in a shop, but he had no time to look. It was 10:45. He had 15 minutes. He scooped up his things and began walking swiftly to the platform. After all, he was Still a Malfoy and was, as such, expected to keep up appearances. How would he look if he came running down the walkway and straight through a brick wall?

'CRASH!'

His thoughts were interrupted when something quite heavy slammed into him and he found himself once again on the ground.

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Hermione flew down the walkway. Almost there.

She saw a flash of blonde come darting out of a nearby shop and 'CRASH!'

Lights burst before her eyes as she collided with what felt like a brick wall. She was thrown onto the ground with a loud 'Thud'.

He recovered first.

"What in the Bloody hell?!"

He looked around to see who or what had run into him. He speechless at what he saw.

'Granger? Granger! Bloody effing Hermione Granger! What does she-!, Who the hell-!, Why the-! Argh!'

"What the hell do you think your doing Granger?!"

Hermione had just realized what she had crashed into but that wasn't nearly as important as Who. Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

'Oh no! He's going to hex me! Curse me. I'm done for. Of all the people, Why him?! Why Draco, Blood Malfoy!!!'

She was startled by a voice yelling furiously at her.

"Granger! Granger! Get up! We're going to be late because of your stupid idiocy. Get up or I'm just going to leave you!"

It took her a moment to realize what was happening. Malfoy, Te Draco Malfoy, was trying to help her get to the platform. Help and Malfoy did not go together in the same sentence. Especially if the words 'Granger' and 'Hermione' were also in that sentence.

***~:::..Okay! That's all for now! Thank you so much for reading, I'll try to update soon!..:::~***