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Chapter Two: The Return to Hogwarts

It had been a long morning and Hermione was making her way onto the train to go back to Hogwarts. Of course Harry and Ron as always made her late. One more time and she swore that they would have a bunch of yellow canaries chasing after them. She laughed gently hugging both boys before making her way to the Head's carriage. Malfoy would probably be there already. She still wasn't sure Dumbledore had been thinking clearly when he had made the Slytherin Head Boy, but she couldn't exactly question the professor's motives, though she knew the Professor would know of her reservations. He knew everything. It was just how the old wizard worked.

Surprisingly, she noted the head Boy's absence as she reached the compartment and a small jerk of the train informed her that the train was in movement. Hmm, perhaps Malfoy was getting to Hogwarts another way? Perhaps he wasn't coming back? It seemed the more likely reason. After all he was the son of a Death Eater who now had a life sentence in Azkaban. Nevertheless she knew Harry and Ron would be there in a minute, they'd probably be spying to make sure it was ok.

Right on cue the door opened and Harry and Ron walked in. Hermione just shook her head and sat down with a book. If McGonagall or such came in to see her, she wasn't going to be responsible for the fact they were in here, she hadn't invited them.

"Don't worry Hermione; no one will even know we're here." Ron smiled at her and she scoffed gently raising a smile from the boy who obviously didn't believe they would get caught, especially if Malfoy was still nowhere to be found. But now that her friends were here beside her, she had the sneaking suspicion that Malfoy was on the train. Probably visiting his friends or keeping out the way of people until the halls were clear. It fit with her theory that he wasn't here because of his father; he didn't want the looks that everyone would give him if he was in a crowd.

That thought made her a bit worried and she looked to her best friends and frowned. It really wasn't a good idea that they were in here. They were already engrossed in a game of wizards Chess. She shook her head. She had a nasty feeling this wasn't going to end well. "Ronald, I think you and Harry should leave. I don't want you getting in trouble, or me for that matter."

Harry looked up at her with a slight smile. "Come on Hermione, it's only us…" yet Hermione knew that he was rather uncomfortable with being here as well. It just showed her that it was Ronald's idea. Ronald never could understand when she said no, he always found a way around it and lately, since he and Lavender split up, he'd been rather clingy. True she had a crush on him the year before, but he'd known it and still went out with Lavender, so she refused to go there again, but he was determined all the same to try apparently.

"Leave." The bushy haired head Girl knew that the red haired boy wasn't listening to a word she said. It was just typical and she knew come the start of classes once more, she'd be expected to do his homework for him, and of course she'd end up doing it. She had a major problem with saying no to the two boys. Hermione was scared of losing her friends and the fact that they both made fun of her before they befriended her had always stuck in her mind.

"Hermio…" As Ronald turned to face her with that puppy dog expression of his she just started to open her mouth to say fine, when she heard another voice.

"You heard the Mudblood, Weasel. Out!" A gruff voice came from the door. As they all turned to face him, they all noticed the differences in the blonde haired boy. His hair was lighter, his eyes looked more metallic, he had minimal effort in his outfit but he had the look that screamed he had just been in a broom cupboard doing naughty things.

Draco could honestly say he had never seen Weasley move as fast as he did then. Draco liked causing fear. Keep the girls pining for him and the males that he didn't like scared of him and it would be a very productive life he would lead. But he could tell when Granger was talking to Weasley that she wanted him out, yet he also knew the filthy Mudblood would have given into Weaselbee's demands. Needless to say the Malfoy heir did not want to spend his train ride with Blood Traitors; a Mudblood was bad enough as it was.

"I'll see you when we reach Hogsmeade Hermione." Hermione smiled ignoring Malfoy's eye roll as Harry came and gave her a quick hug to say goodbye, though not before whispering in her ear that if Malfoy does or says anything bad to her that he'd hex him when they got to Hogsmeade. Hermione just laughed gently and nudged him towards the door. Malfoy wouldn't do anything, especially when Professor McGonagall could walk in at any time. It wasn't the boy's prerogative to do something and get caught, unless it was in front of his godfather.

Once Harry left she curled up, up on her seat with the latest edition of 'Hogwarts: A History', the less she talked to the Slytherin sitting in front of her the better. She didn't want to be called a Mudblood more than the once she had been already that morning. Anyway, silence would be better than insults. Besides the silence was rather relaxing, it was easier to read that way.

Draco was sitting staring at the Mudblood. He really couldn't understand why she was immune to his veela charm. Not that he wanted her to throw her filthy self over him, but it was still strange, even the Weasley girl had looked at him funny that morning. But Granger? Zip. Nadda. Ziltch. He didn't know why it actually bothered him as much as it did, it was really surreal. He was the Slytherin Sex-God. All the girls in Hogwarts should be after him, disgustingly, even Granger should. He thought the Veela allure was suppose to work on every girl?

He took note that she looked slightly different this term. Her hair was slightly less bushy, something which showed him it would straighten itself out over time; her teeth were straight –something he took pride in helping fix-; she had lost a little of the puppy fat she carried around her middle, not that she was ever overweight but she could stand to lose a few pounds, but most girls carried some puppy fat when they're teenagers; and her breasts, they were bigger, more developed. He couldn't help it as his tongue ran over his dry lips.

He was just about to speak to her when the door burst open and the Head of Gryffindor house came bundling in. No doubt to check on her pathetic prized pupil. He was suddenly struck with the fact that he indeed hated Granger. Nevertheless she was a female and he was a male, it was the look but don't touch policy. Something he'd definitely not touch.

As the Professor began speaking to Hermione, Draco noticed that he was beginning to smell a faint scent. Cherries and vanilla. It was still very weak, perhaps he was only starting to get that particular Veela trait or perhaps his chosen was somewhere down the train?

"What do you think Mr Malfoy?" Hermione frowned gently as she realised Draco hadn't been paying attention. It was really a wonder how he had become Head Boy perhaps Dumbledore had been having an off-day.

"Uh… what do I think of what?" Professor McGonagall didn't seem to be surprised by his answer and gave the boy a soft knowing smile; a smile which angered her favourite pupil and shocked the Slytherin pupil.

"I was just going over the rota for the Prefect duty Mr Malfoy. Don't worry, I've written down a copy for each of you." Hermione's jaw was slack and Draco realised that his mother either informed the school of what was happening to him, or the crazy old fool knew that the veela trait ran in his family. He latter seemed more likely and he just nodded hoping the Transfigurations Professor wouldn't say anything that would make the bushy-haired know-it-all in front of him suspect what was going on.

As the Professor left, Granger burst into a rant at him. "Hmm, I wonder what a Death eater like you has done to get the special treatment? Typical, your daddy gets what he deserves for being evil and his mini clone gets the Head Boy position and the Professor's not caring if he listens to them or not. Bloody typical."

She shook her head, of course she worked hard at all the time and she never got any of the special treatment everyone else got! She was about to open her mouth again to insult him once more when Draco slammed her against the wall angrily. He might not like his father all that much, but his father was the only father he had and his mother loved Lucius, and for Draco that was all he needed to know about the situation. Insulting his father, was insulting his mother and himself, and that he wouldn't let happen!

"Don't talk about my father like that Granger." He had her pinned there when everything inside him seemed to blackout as everything went dark. The next thing he knew he could taste the sweet alluring taste cherries and vanilla against his lips, and something warm and hesitantly moving against them. He opened his eyes and they nearly popped out his head. He was kissing the Mudblood and worst of all, she was kissing him back!

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