Hey guys, here is chapter 2 of Miss You Too. No reviews at all though :( However, on the up side THANK YOU SOOOOOOO MUCH to; HopelessRomantic31 and AuthorAnonymous35 for adding this story to their Story Alerts. I give you both a huge cyber hug!

You may have also noticed the chapters now have names for them.

So without further a do I present you with chapter two... :) wow that kind of rhymes :)

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'What do you think you're doing here, mudblood?' Draco snared as he stood in the doorway of the carriage dressed in his pristine slytherin robes with a large, new head boy badge attached in pride position on his breast pocket. He had one hand pressed so hard against the door frame you could see the bones under his knuckles turn white under the pressure. The rest of his body was leant in slack position against the open door making him looking confident and endearing. He looked much too sleek and pristine for the old Hogwarts Express that had been running the running across the British countryside for hundreds of years transporting thousands of young witched and wizards, pure-blood and mud blood alike.

'Just about to ask you the same thing, you can't seriously be Head Boy; you're a death eater for heaven's sake!' Hermione quickly snapped; she had soon got used to the snide comments of her family's past that Malfoy usually associated with her.

'Hold your tongue, Granger. What do you know about the requirements for the Head Students? - Not a lot by the way you look, and for your information I got been appointed to head boy six days ago, but what the hell was Snape thinking? Granger - a mudblood- head girl! I thought he had some respect. Are you sure you read your letter right? Are you sure it said you are definitely NOT head girl?' He spat at her, still staying in his position in the door frame, only his face showed any signs of animation.

'Very funny Malfoy, if you really feel the need to be in here sit down and shut up before I have a sudden urge to hit you, remember third year?'

'Oh, i'm so very scared!' Malfoy answered sarcastically before sauntering over to the seat opposite Hermione in the furthest corner of the carriage so he was as far away from her as possible in the confined space.

For the first few minutes it was very awkward between the head students as they were both tring avoid each other menacing gazes. Once or twice Draco's hand twitched towards his polished wand in his inside cloak pocket. It would so easily for him to put a simple little hex on her for the journey, just too really piss her off. After the original strong urge of anger subsided it was easier to resist the temptation.

After that they completely ignored each other the whole trip; Herminoie began reading a book, however for the first time in her life she couldn't concentrate on reading and she just couldn't get into her book so matter how hard she tried, so she spent the most of the journey thinking about what a mess her life was in instead. This did not make time pass any faster but at least it gave her so much to think about that she didn't have to worry about the other figure sitting just meters away from her.

Draco just sat for the whole journey inspecting an old book with worn binding and stained black front cover and a title so faded that Hermione couldn't read from so close , she knew this because she had immediately tried to assess the book Draco was reading as soon as her brought it out. He retrieved from his new black briefcase, soon after Hermione retrieved hers from her worn satchel. He tossed it meaninglessly between his hands, reading small extracts from many different points in the book, now and again he would also stroke the front or back cover with his cold and bony fingers.

Although Hermione tried not to care she was highly aware of his presence in the cabin just out of touching distance away from her and his gaze which kept flickering up at her.

They both felt relieved when the train came to a halt at Hogwarts as they were both gagging for some fresh air after the thick tension on the long train ride. Draco quickly slid into formation with Crabbe, Goyle and a load of other Slytherins' flanking him and starting moaning loudly about how disgraceful the choice for Head Girl was.

However, Hermione was alone for the first time ever as she stepped out on onto the platform, so she went to made small talk with Neville as soon as she spotting him walking slowly to the carriages, dragging his feet on the way. She asked him if he had seen Luna but he had little reply, saying he hadn't seen her all day nor over the holidays. This didn't seem like him at all as normally he was all too happy to talk to her, especially about Dumbledore's Army and the adventures they had shared - but today he was sidetracked. Hermione decided to let it be, so she set to work on organising the first years, a job Malfoy had managed to forget to oversee as one of his duties.

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Hermione felt tired and very lonely as she walked into the great hall for the first time since first year on her own. What made it worse was that she had to sit side by side with Draco on the top table with the school prefects; great. This was a mutual feeling shared with Draco as he sauntered over to the table ten minutes after everybody else to be greeted by a grumpy looking Granger; perfect. Both students, however, did not care about showing their feelings towards each other to rest of the school. They made this clear throughout the meal when they both ate in utter silence both making no effort to socialise with the other; this went on for around an hour as the meal progressed, but for them time dragged as slow as ever and felt like time had stopped in their presence.

Malfoy talked fluently to the Slytherin prefects about their hopes for the Quidditch Cup this year now that Potter was a no show (although of course he would never admit that Potter was the downfall of Slytherin's triumph in the game). Hermione did not care for trying to talk to the Gryffindor prefects as she hardly knew their names and they both seemed to in a deep and animated conversation with the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff students.

This seemed to carry on for what thought like hours, but finally after all the desserts were eaten and students had began to have no more gossip left over from the holidays the speeches began. First, as always, was the headmaster; Snape.

He stood on the platform at the front of the Great Hall in his unusual black attire, his presence dominating the front of the hall and seeming to cast clouds over the enchanted sky above. His shoulder-length black hair was in its normal greasy mess and looked lank as it covered his sullen cheeks, framing his face in a stern line showing no emotion. Once he stood up the whole school sunk into silence but the feeling in the different areas around the Great Hall were all very different.

The Slytherins, including Malfoy, were smiling at him in awe as if he was some sort of idol, whilst others smirked at the rest of the not-so-happy school. Gryffindor especially all looked miserable as it was well known that Professor Snape had an unjustified prejudice against them. Even the new unknowing first years mirrored their elders in the life-less look in their eyes.

'As you all know, I am the new head of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry and I will be taking over from the temporary cover of Professor McGonagall who will now be my deputy' Snape began in his dreary ,cold voice that penetrated through the hall and bounced against the walls. He slightly pointed his large left hard behind him when he mentioned McGonagall, but apart from this he was still. The unexpected news of the deputy brightened up the miserable school no end and gossips and whispers began to break out, until...

'Quiet! I will be doing things a little differently from you last few leaders. It will be to benefit your education and skills that you take away from this school as well as making sure you all get back on track from your unsteady handling from the past...'

'Finally, somebody who understands what a dump this place used to be under the care of that wretched old man Dumbledore and his top pupil Potter, thank Merlin that he died; I couldn't face another year of his pathetic nonsense' Draco slyly whispered to the senior prefect of Slytherin.

That was too much for Hermione; she grasped her wand from inside her cloak and pointed it directly under Draco's stark chin.

'Take that back Malfoy, now' she said in an angry yet hushed voice as she looked him straight in his eyes.

'I am just speaking the truth, mud blood. Of course you would support that old loony as ...'

'NOW!' she interrupted him in a raised voice, she was now just inches away from his face, she could hear his relaxed breathing whist he could smell a light whiff of her disgusting muggle perfume.

'Oh, I'm so scared!' Draco jokily said, but this just aggravated her more and she dug in her wand so hard that it delved deeper into his neck and the pale skin around the tip of the wand started to go red and looked like it was about to split under the pressure. Draco ignored this.

'Making a bit of a fool of yourself aren't you Granger?' He sniggered, knowing he had caught her.

Looking at the expression marked upon his Hermione slowly turned into the silent hall behind her , but making sure her wand stayed in its dangerous position under Draco's as this was her only hold on him.

She soon wished she hadn't as greeting her when she turned was hundreds of faces all staring at her. Some of them, predominately Slytherins were watching on in excitement hoping that a fight would break out and that Granger would get expelled .However the rest of the school all had the same expression on their adolescent faces, pure shock; their eyes were wide and their mouths were all positioned into a neat 'o' shape. This alone made Hermione blush a deep scarlet. She then saw the teachers as they looked on at her in horror as the new Head Girl threatened the new head boy after an unheard conversation. What frightened them more was they all knew Hermione was a very intelligent witch and could do a lot more damage than she let on. So much worse than all of the hundreds of faces in the great hall was Snape's as he looked at her with those piercing black eyes as he spoke;

'Lower your wand' he said slowly and precisely. Hermione quickly obeyed, as she did this she heard Draco behind her quietly trying to muffle a laugh behind his hand.

'My office, now' he said, his face still expressionless but glaring at her so intently that she swore he was looking straight into her soul. Despite his cover she could tell he was angry, no not angry; fuming.

Hermione hastily turned around and swiftly picked up her bags and books before glaring at Malfoy, who was now in near hysterics, before rushing out of the hall.

She walked down the centre aisle as her face stayed a constant bright scarlet as she tried to block out the laughs that echoed in the hall around her and the thousands of eyes that followed her every movement. After what seemed like an age she made it to the heavy wooden doors, they opened silently before her and once out of them she almost ran out of sight; but not before looking at Draco one more time who was staring intensely at her. The doors then closed behind her as she was left alone in the corridor staring at the space were Draco's face could have been seen just seconds before; laughing at her pain.


There it is, chapter 2 ! Hope you liked it. I would really appreciate some constructive crisitsim or any advice to help me with my writting. That way you just a better story and I become a better writter, everybody wins!