Chapter 2 – A long trip

He walked down through the train, looking into every compartment he passed to find the right one. There she was, of course together with Potter and Weasley. He felt how his heart throbbed when he saw her. He gave his chest an angry stare, and opened the door.

"Talk of the devil," Weasley muttered. Draco scowled at him.

"What do you want?" Potter said with a voice like ice.

"Talk to Granger," Draco sneered, and turned his attention towards Granger. This caused a tremendous buzzing in his ears. 'STOP IT!' He thought. It didn't help.

"We'll have to talk about our duties as heads," he said to Granger. "There's a compartment for us. And we're obviously…" he made a wry face. "We're obviously going to go to the school together when we arrive. So get going Granger!"

With that he turned around and slammed the door.

Hermione shrugged her shoulders. "I guess I have to go. See you at school." She took her luggage and left them. Outside Malfoy was waiting for her.

He was standing with his back to her, looking out of the window. She caught herself thinking how handsome his neck was. Quickly she was shaking the thought off. "Pull yourself together!" she thought. "It's Malfoy for heaven's sake!"

He turned around, his silver-like eyes looking into her chestnut-brown ones. None of them seemed to be able to break the sudden connection, until Malfoy was shaking his head so that the bright, platinum blonde hair flew around the pale, attractive face and got a little messy. Was he blushing? It seemed to her, that his cheeks had a touch of pink, but it disappeared so fast, that she didn't even know if it had been there at all.

Hermione felt her hands tremble, and she was quick to fold them behind her back, before he saw it. "We should get going," she said.

"Yeah, what are you waiting for, Granger!?" he snarled, and turned around to walk down the hall to their carriage in front, right behind the locomotive.

The compartment was nice, better looking than the other ones, and the seats were more comfortable. On the table were bowls with candy and fresh fruit.

Hermione took an orange and sat down. Malfoy sat opposite her, taking a bite of a bright green apple.

"So," she said, and found the letter from Dumbledore, telling all the things she needed to know about being a head girl. She laid it on the table, and started peeling the orange. "First things first? What do we do when we get to the school?"

With an uninterested sigh, he took the letter from the table and read: "'When the heads arrive at the station, there will be a carriage for them alone, to take them to the school as fast as possible. When they get there, they will meet the teachers in the Great Hall for further information.' Well, that's easy, don't you think?" He threw the paper back to the table, put his feet up on the seat and took another bite of the apple.

"Hey!" Hermione said offended. He clearly considered her stupid. "What was it you wanted to talk about anyway!?"

"Don't know. The letters from headmaster told us to meet in the train and talk." He still didn't seem to have any interest in talking to her.

"Then let's talk, Malfoy!"

He rolled his eyes at her, but turned his feet back on the floor again, and faced her. "Okay, Granger," he sneered. "Speak out!"

Hermione growled annoyed, but said nothing, and turned her head to the window, looking out into the darkness. This was going to be a very long trip!