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As Hermoine got off the train, she allowed herself to follow the red head male that she had 'fallen' for. Of course, her half her heart screamed it was all a bunch of rubbish and yet the other half was screaming that she couldn't fall for the rotten fruit of a man that Draco was. She felt Ron at her side, though her eyes reverted back toward the train. She saw as all the blinds of a specific car were drawn.

She looked at it curiously. She may have been a muggle, but she sure as hell wasn't stupid. Something was going on and as far as she knew, that was a Slytherin car. "Goddamnit Harry…" She mumbled under her breath. "What?" She heard Ron ask. It wasn't until now that she realized that Ron was staring at her and he was only inches from her face.

Hermoine could feel as her lush skin turned a bright pink. The blood had all rushed toward her face and she could feel it. Bloody hell, why did she have to have feelings for the red head and the blond? "Erm…nothing. Let's just get our bags and get to dinner before we're late." She spoke softly, making sure that her voice didn't catch and if it had, she was quick to recover so that he wouldn't notice.

She didn't understand why she had always felt so sure about herself except for when it came to the case of Draco and Ron. As the two walked through the gates, they had been welcomed by the small Professor Flitwick. "What's going on?" She asked him curiously. "Oh, just some security measures Ms. Granger. Please, Mr. Weasely, Ms. Granger, continue on and grab your bags. Allow them to check them before you enter please." The two exchanged glances but continued on, making sure to follow the directions.

Hermoine couldn't help but to notice how close Ron had been to her. It seemed that he had never really left her side except for when they separated to go into the sleeping corridors to change for supper. It made her feel uncomfortable. Why? She had loved him didn't she? For Christ Sakes, she'd been trying to get his attention all these bloody years.

As she finished changing into her usual robes, she looked at her reflection in the tall mirror. The image staring at her was a pale, fragile looking female. Beside her was a small child, her wavy hair about the same length as the older woman. A bright smile remained on her cherry lips as she stood beside a red headed boy. That was it. She was losing her mind.

Huffing, she stormed out of the corridor and met Ron downstairs. Together, they headed into the dining hall. She hadn't eaten her food nor had she even bothered to touch it. She had been looking around the hall for Harry. She then watched as Ron ate at his food like a pig. She made a scoff of disgust and smacked him with a book. "How can you be eating when your best friend is missing?" She yelled at him angrily. It wasn't a personal matter toward him; instead it was her fighting her inner demons. And she was taking it out on him. She then gasped as she saw Harry walk into the hall with a handkerchief held to his nose covered in blood. "What has he done now?" She asked curiously.

As much concern she'd had for Harry, the concern didn't last long. Her eyes had caught a glimpse of the blond male. His pale complexion, his square head…his perfect hairline, his pale blue eyes were all a part of him and his pureblooded wizardry.

The urge to jump to her feet and confront him ran through her. Of course, it wasn't the confronting that she had wanted to do. It was the fact that she had wanted to be with him. And one day, she would force herself to be alone with him. She would allow the two of them to become close. One day…she would kiss him.