Author's Notes:

I have nothing to say at the moment. Except for that this story will be told from both Hermione's and Draco's POV. When you see a dotted line (below) the POV is switched between the two. That's all, and I own nothing but the ingenious idea of…well I can't tell you; that would ruin it.

The Hogwarts Express

The train to Hogwarts was now more packed than ever, parents that had taken their children out because of Voldermort ruling, now allowed their children to go to the private school. As it was, most of the compartments on the train contained more children than they had ever seen before. Hermione however was one of the few that were sitting alone. Harry and Ron had been asked by Professor McGonagall to come and help restore Hogwarts, she had been asked to come too, but had received the letter too late because she was trying to find her parents in Australia and restore their memory.

While Hermione may have not of been able to help restore Hogwarts, she was able to convince Professor McGonagall to allow the few who wanted to return to Hogwarts to complete their seventh year. The ministry had caught wind of the idea, and liked it so much, that they had required any underage Death Eaters to return to the school to complete their schooling.

Sighing, she stared out the rain-splattered window to the lush fields whirling by lost in her thoughts of her friends and Hogwarts. Every now and then, she would glance at the Daily Prophet laying across her lap and sigh again. She wondered what her friends were doing now.

A few feet down the hallway, Draco Malfoy sat too, staring out the window trying to ignore Pansy and Blaise arguing next to him. The yelling was slowly working at his nerves, and giving him a headache. Eventually he couldn't take it anymore.

"Shut up!" He burst out yelling and turning around to face his two housemates, "Just shut up!"

Blaise and Pansy immediately sat back and closed their mouths. After years of dealing with the Slytherin Prince, they knew that the best thing to do when he reacted like that was to be quiet and fade into the background.

Draco aggravated and sporting a pounding headache stormed out of the compartment and slammed the door behind him, causing the glass to shake violently. He walked off searching for a small, empty, silent compartment he could occupy.

He had completely searched the train from one end to the other before stumbling upon a small compartment hidden in a corner. Sliding open the doors, he sighed with relief, empty. He smoothly closed the door, locking it to discourage trespassers, and slid into the seat next to the window, not noticing the trunks on the shelf above his head. More importantly, trunks labeled with the name: Hermione Jayne Granger.

Hermione blinked, twice. The door to her compartment was locked. She sighed, dismissing it to something she had forgotten about when she left to go visit Ginny, and pulled out her wand. Muttering Alohamora, she stepped inside. She blinked twice, again. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes hoping she was hallucinating. Nope, he was still there.

Draco Malfoy was sitting in the seat she had just recently occupied, sleeping soundly. She stood there, watching him, to see if he was truly asleep. Smiling to herself as she caught a look at his face, he looks peaceful, she thought. Leaving him to sleep, she swiftly pulled a small book out of her trunk being careful not to wake him. Sitting down next to the door, as far away from him as she could, she opened her book and became absorbed in the pages.

Draco woke up to find the compartment empty except for a book that hadn't been there before lying on the seat next to the door. He sat upright, eyebrows crinkling together as he stared at the book. Then he caught movement outside in the corridor, a figure, he couldn't tell who it was because of the wavy glass in the doors, was walking toward his compartment. He stayed sitting, as the door opened and Hermione stepped in, closing the door behind her.

"Good, you're awake." She stated, gathering up her things and putting them in her trunk that she pulled from above his head.

"What are you doing here Mudblood? This is my compartment." He was somewhat confused but wasn't letting it show through the mask of indifference on his face.

"Actually Malfoy," Hermione said, stopping her packing to glare at him for a moment, "I was in here before you ever came, and a better question to ask is what you are doing here."

He didn't have an answer to that. So he changed the subject. "If this is your compartment, then why did you let me sleep here?" He smirked as she turned slightly red at this comment, although this could have been due to the fact that she was wrestling with her suitcase.

"You—you looked so peaceful and you started muttering about your mother; and your father. Something about a trial?..." She trailed off and continued to try to close her suitcase

He flinched. He hadn't been expecting that.

Hermione glanced at the clock, "You'd better go get ready, we're about to arrive."

Draco stood up and walked to the door, then turned around to see her still struggling with her suitcase. Rolling his eyes he grabbed the zipper and with one quick pull closed it. He then quickly walked out the door and down the hall. Leaving Hermione staring after him astounded that he would help her in anyway. She shrugged, maybe he was just saying thank you.

So, what'd you think? Please review; I need criticism even if it is bad!