Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. They were talking to Neville Longbottom about the Quidditch World Cup. Apparently Neville didn't get to go because his Gran, his guardian, didn't want to go.
"Oh wow." Said Neville enviously as Ron placed an action figure of the famous Viktor Krum into his pudgy hand. The little figure had a spell cast upon it, so it could walk around on its own.
"We saw him right up close, as well." Said Ron. "We were in the top box-"
"For the first time and the last time in your life, Weasley." Draco said as he stood in the doorway, Crabbe and Goyle, his cronies, right behind him.
"Don't remember asking you to join us, Malfoy." Said Harry coolly.
"Weasley, what is that?" said Draco, pointing at Ron's tiny little owl, Pigwidgeon. Right underneath the bird's cage were Ron's dress robes, which were gastly and had an unusual amount of frills and lace attached.
Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Draco was too quick. He pulled on the sleeve and they fell out.
"Look at this!" said Draco in ecstasy, holding up Ron's robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle. "Weasley, you weren't thinking of wearing these, were you? I mean-they were fashionable in eighteen ninety…"
"Eat dung, Malfoy!" said Ron, the same color as the scarlet dress robes as he snatched them out of Draco's grip. He howled with derisive laughter; Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly.
"So…going to enter, Weasley? Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name? There's money involved as well, you know…you'd be able to afford some decent robes if you won…"
"What are you talking about?" snapped Ron.
"Are you going to enter?" Draco repeated. "I suppose you will, Potter? You never miss a chance to show off, do you?"
"Either explain what you're on about or go away, Malfoy." Said Hermione testily, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4.
Draco looked at her, taken back by the venom in her voice. But he didn't mind; he actually sort of liked it. A gleeful smile spread across his face.
"Don't tell me you don't know?" he said delightedly. "You've got a father and a brother at the ministry and you don't even know? My God, my father told me about it ages ago…heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Father's always associated with the top people at the ministry…Maybe your father's too junior to know about it, Weasley…yes…they probably don't talk about important stuff in front of him…"
Laughing once more, Draco beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared. Behind them they could hear Ron slam the compartment door shut so hard, the glass shattered.
Draco stopped at the sound of Hermione yelling Ron's name, then saying a repairing spell. He thought it was cute the way she worried about things so much. He then realized that he was standing in the middle of the hall, his cronies behind. He shook his head slightly before going into their own compartment.
Later
Hermione stared out the window, she eventually gave up on reading. She decided to go out and walk around, visiting friends and having something to do at the same time. She stood up and walked to the door.
"I'll be back." She said to her friends.
Harry just nodded and Ron grunted. They were too busy poking and prodding the Viktor Krum figure, seeing what he would do. They laughed and she rolled her eyes at their immaturity and stepped out.
Hermione walked around, passing Parvati's and Lavender's compartments on the way. After a while she headed to a small room at the end of the hall.
Inside was the sweet cart that went around every 2 hours. It was a dark little room that nobody went into a lot. Hermione walked over to the cart, tempted to grab a Cauldron Cake and not tell anyone about it. Just as she was reaching for one she heard the door open behind her and then close. As she turned around, the lights went out.
"Hello?" she asked cautiously. Hermione walked over to the door and opened it. But as she did this, a hand went forward and pushed the door, causing it to shut. She was facing the door when she felt a presence behind her.
"Hello mudblood." Someone whispered, only millimeters away from her ear.
She stopped breathing as the person came closer and a hand grabbing her waist, their body pressing against her back. Then she realized that there was only one person who called her that to her face.
"M-Malfoy?" she asked, very unsteadily.
"Wow, you really are smart." He said sarcastically.
He then turned her around to face him. He did it so fast that Hermione gasped at the sudden motion, causing him to smirk.
"What do you want?" Hermione asked, trying to sound firmer but failing.
The smirk on his face stayed as he said, "I want to try something."
He began to lean in. It took a moment for Hermione to realize what he was doing. He was going to kiss her! She flinched away, her head hitting the door. He just smirked and came closer, closing the very little space between them.
His lips brushed against hers, his eyes drifting closed. Although her eyes stayed wide open, confused and shocked at what he was doing. He was Malfoy, and he was basically kissing her. She clearly thought that he hated her and was disgusted with her.
He was about to deepen the kiss when they heard a knock on the door. He pulled away and looked into her eyes.
"Hmm, at least you don't taste like mud."
She opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out. He smirked and said, "We'll continue this later, shall we?"
He then stepped back, no longer pinning her to the door. She stepped aside as he opened it and walked out, disappearing into the hall. She stood for a moment, taking in what just happened.
She shook her head and walked out as well. She was just never going to discuss this, with anybody. She went back to the compartment that held her friends and sat down.
"Where're have you been?" Ron asked.
"Umm, bathroom." Hermione said dazedly while staring out the window. Ron looked at Harry before shrugging and going back to their game of wizard chess.
Hermione just wanted to get to Hogwarts and go to bed. Today have definetly been an interesting one.