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Harry

Once Layla and I get on the train, we start looking for the compartment Ron and Hermione are in. I told them to go and find a seat, so I could wait for Lay. Ron and Hermione used to be a bit jealous of Lay, but now that they are finally dating and busy with themselves, they're fine. I had to suffer through a whole summer at the Burrow filled with sappy kisses and nicknames. I am surprised I survived.

We finally find them cuddled up in a corner, making out. I look at Lay and pretend to vomit. Her shoulders shake with laughter, but she makes no noise. I cough to end this love fest and they pull apart.

"Layla!" Hermione exclaims, jumping off Ron's lap and rushes over to hug Lay.

"Hey, Mione!" Layla says, hugging her back. Hermione and Layla are pretty close and live in the same room. They seem to always team up against Ron and me when an argument surfaces. Lay goes over to Ron and hugs him as well. Over her shoulder, he looks at me and mouths Lay is fucking hot! I just roll my eyes at him. Ron is always saying how Lay and I should get together, but I always tell him to shut up. While Hermione and Lay chat, Ron wiggles his eyebrows at me. I punch him in the arm.

"Ow! What the bloody hell was that for?" Ron yells, but I can see he is smiling. Bastard.

"Now boys, can't we all just get along?" Layla says in a teasing voice. Suddenly, the intercom comes on and a high-pitched voice announces we are leaving the station.

"Well, I suggest we all just settle down and act like civil people. Yeah?" Hermione says, imitating the announcer's squeaky voice. We all laugh. Hermione has always been a goody two shoes, but I think being friends with us three has loosened her up. Ron and Mione sit back down on the booth, cuddling again. I just roll my eyes at Lay and she bites her lip. I've never noticed how full her lips are and find myself staring at them.

"Harry! Hello? Anyone there?" Layla knocks on my forehead with her knuckles. I just shake my head and laugh along with her. I sit down on the opposite booth and Lay plops herself down on my lap. I quirk my eyebrow at her.

"What?" she asks innocently. She widens her hazel eyes, making her look like a baby doe.

"You know what! You are using me as a human arm chair!" I state trying to sound menacing, but I know she isn't fooled. I don't mind at all, actually.

"Well you are very comfortable." Lay counters. I can't help but to notice her tone is suggestive.

"So I've been told." I shoot back, smiling the whole time. She smirks back and settles herself so that her legs are thrown over my lap. She lays back and links her fingers behind her head. I untie and tie her shoe laces.

"Now that I'm relaxed, how was your summer Harry?" Lay asks lightly. I give a dramatic sigh.

"Layla, it was terrible! I had to listen to these two," pointing my thumb in their direction, "calling each other pookie and honey bear the whole freaking summer! Do you have any idea how nauseating it was?" She turns her head to look at Ron and Hermione. They have continued to make about, yet again. Lay turns back to me, shaking her head.

"Trust me. I know exactly how you feel." Lay states.

"Do you ever come up for air, mate?" I call to Ron, who flips me the bird while continuing to kiss Mione. I fake astonishment.

"You hurt me bad, mate!" I say, but Ron has other things on his mind. Layla starts laughing and her chest heaves up and down. I look at her. She really is hot. I shake my head and push the thought from my brain. Lay tries to catch her breath.

"Now I gotta pee!" Layla whines, "Mione?" Hermione pulls away from Ron and nods her head. They both stand up and head out of the door together.

"I will never understand why girls have to go to the bathroom together." I say. Ron runs his hands through his ruffled hair.

"I will never understand women altogether!" Ron exclaim. I smile, amused.

"So how about Lay? She looks good. Really good." Ron smirks. I glare at him.

"She is my best friend, Ron." I grit out, but in the back of my mind, I am thinking of how I thought the exact same thing.

"She's my friend too, but that doesn't mean I didn't notice how hot she is! And I know you noticed too! I saw you staring at her!" Ron insists with an annoying smirk on his face.

"How would you know? You were too busy sticking your tongue down Hermione's throat to notice anything!" My voice raises, but I can't help smiling when Ron starts laughing like the idiot he is. Pretty soon, we are both laughing our asses off for no apparent reason. When our laughter dies down, I get serious.

"Anyways, Layla and I are just friends. I would never do anything to hurt our friendship." I tell Ron. As I say it, I find I am trying to convince myself more than I am trying to convince Ron.

"Okay mate, but you better tell me I was right when you're lusting after her!" Ron laughs. He finds himself hilarious, but I beg to differ. I lean against the wall of the compartment and stretch my legs out on the booth.

"Heeelllooo boys!" Lay calls out in a sing-song voice. "Hope you didn't miss us too much!" I roll my eyes and glance at Ron. Hermione has already taken her place in Ron's lap. He is whispering something in her ear which causes her to giggle. I cringe at how cozy it is.

"Oh come on, Harry! Even though they are the definition of PDA, it's sweet!" Lay scolds me. I guess she saw my disgusted look.

"More like sickening!" I mutter. She throws up her hands as if saying "You are hopeless!" and huffs.

"Are you going to move your legs so I can sit down?" Lay gestures toward my outstretched legs. I sigh, as if she is asking me a huge favor. I bend my knees and expect her to sit on the remaining seat space. Instead, she sits herself between my legs with her back to me. Lay relaxes into me and starts chatting to me about her summer in Italy. I'm not really listening though. I pull her curls and watch as they spring back into place. Her hair smells really good. Almost minty...

"Harry? You aren't listening at all! Are you?" Lay asks accusingly. I just mumble something like a "no" into her hair. So she won't bite my head off, I take my thumb and draw circles on the skin covering her hipbone. I am probably the only person who knows that if you do this when she is irritated, she won't hurt you. I hear her huff in agitation.

"Well, I am going to put on my uniform and robes since some people have the attention span of an ant." Lay says, while getting up. She throws me a smile to show she isn't mad. I watch her gather her things, open the door, and leave the compartment. I glance at the cuddling couple and decide that I need a nap.

Layla

As I make my way to the bathroom to change, I smile to myself. I think of how Harry touched "his spot" (as he refers to it) on my hip. My skin is still tingling, but that always happens. I think. Anyways, I get to the bathroom and slip in. I trade my tank top and jeans for a white blouse, black tights, and a plaid uniform skirt. I decide to keep my boots on. I keep my robes with me, but I don't put them on since it's not cold on the train. Once I get out, I drop my bundle of clothes. That's me, always dropping shit, I think to myself. When I straighten up, I feel hands on my hips and drop my clothes once again in fright.

"Miss me?" a silky voice whispers in my ear. I immediately know who it is. Malfoy. I give a cold laugh.

"You wish, Malfoy! In fact, I was just working out a plan to avoid your ugly ass." I bite out. His hands tighten on my hips. Well, this is new. Usually Malfoy verbally abuses me, but I guess his new strategy is sexual harassment. I can't help but to think it is because of my new appearance. Malfoy and I are enemies. Ever since First Year, we've hated each other.

"You know you missed me Dawes! You can never stay away from me!" I can practically hear his Slytherin smirk. I whip around to face him. He seems unaffected and moves his hands to my ass. I flinch. I have to look up at him because he is at least two heads taller than me. My height is unfortunately working against me a lot today. I glare into his silver eyes and he just keeps smirking. I feel my anger rise and it doubles when I realize he still has his slimy hands on me.

"I would be able to, but it seems you are obsessed me. But, then again, who could blame you?" I throw back.

"Don't flatter yourself, Bush." Malfoy laughs, using his signature nickname for me. He knows I loathe it. He calls me Bush because my hair is so curly. My anger rises even more. I see he is giving me a once-over.

"You don't look half as bloody fugly as you did last year, Dawes." he says. His comment should have stung, but after six years of his insults, I have grown a thick skin and it hardly touches me.

"Was that supposed to be a bloody compliment, Malfoy? If it was, I can't say the same for you. You look a hundred times worse."

"Dawes, you know you didn't mean that." Malfoy states, smirk still in place. I ignore him.

"While our friendly banter is riveting, I have to end it. Now." I pause. "I am going to politely ask you to get your fucking hands off of me." I look him right in the eye.

"Such language, Dawes!" Malfoy tuts. He doesn't move his hands an inch and presses his body against mine instead. I feel my face burn in anger. I stand on my tip toes and lean in closer to him.

"I have asked you nicely. Now, get your fucking hands off of me or I am going to hex your balls off." I keep my voice low and speak slowly.

"I don't think that's what you really want, Dawes. Especially since you're pressing against me now." Malfoy teases, keeping his voice low as well. He is apparently getting a kick out of this. I take a deep breath. If that's how he wants to play, then fine! I throw my arms around his neck and push my body against his. His shocked reaction is priceless.

"See, you know you want me!" Malfoy says, recovering quickly. I can still see the surprise in his eyes. I bring my lips to his ear and play with the hairs on the nape of his neck. He smells...like apples. Focus!

"I see the game you're playing, Malfoy. I just want to let you know, it's dangerous. For you. I am not the girl I used to be and I will not take any of your shit. So, you wanna play? Bring. It. On." I whisper right in his ear. I notice he shivers. I smirk and duck under his arm. I pick up my clothes and walk away, making sure to sway my hips big time.

Draco Malfoy

I just stand there looking after Dawes as she walks down the hall, swaying her pretty, little arse the whole way. She isn't the girl I have been taunting and insulting since First Year.

I noticed her when I was in line to get on the train. At first, I didn't even know it was her. I was thinking Merlin, that girl is fucking hot. I was just about to use my Slytherin charms on her, when I saw her unmistakable bush of hair. I realized it was Dawes! I did a double take. She filled out over the summer, leaving her body sexy as hell. I couldn't even believe I was thinking these things about her, but I realized this would make for an interesting year. I've decided to switch up my tactics. My plan was to seduce Dawes and then leave her hanging. I definitely didn't expect her to fight back. Or expect to be affected by her when she pressed against me. Now that I know she has actually gone and grown a backbone, I am going have to try harder. Layla Dawes, GAME ON!