"Hermione," said Harry opening her door. "It's time to get ready. We need to leave in an hour."

"Good morning to you too," she said as he laughed. He flicked on the lights and blinded her. "Sorry," he said apologetically as she shielded her eyes from the new light. Harry closed the door and walked downstairs. Hermione quickly changed into some nice muggle clothes and went down for breakfast. The whole kitchen said good morning as she walked in, luggage in one hand and her jacket in the other (for some odd reason, the summer forecast was cloudy and windy; she thought she should be prepared). "Good morning," she replied grabbing the empty seat next to Harry and eating her pancakes. They left twenty minutes later, all scurrying out in a hurry.

Mr. Weasley had rented an extendable cab yet again. As Hermione got in, she accidentally sat on top of Harry's lap. "Sorry," she said blushing. Ron eyed them suspiciously as Harry, just as embarrassed, moved aside to let Hermione sit down.

"There we go," Mrs. Weasley said sitting down in the front seat. They arrived at the train station at 10:30. They hurriedly walked through the barrier onto platform 9 3/4. Not many people had arrived yet. Harry, Ron and Hermione said some quick goodbyes to Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and hurriedly found an open compartment, they wanted to get a compartment without Ginny or Neville for once; they had something they needed to discuss.

The three of them set up their things and sat down. Harry eyed Hermione and she nodded. "Ron, Hermione and I need to tell you something," said Harry nervously.

"I know," said Ron gloomily. "The two of you are dating."

"How do you know?" asked Hermione nervously.

"I heard the end of your conversation," said Ron timidly.

"Oh," said Hermione blushing.

"Are you okay with this?" asked Harry pointing from one to the other. "With us?"

"I can't really stop you," said Ron shrugging it off.

"But we want you to be comfortable about it," said Hermione. This wasn't going the way she had planned. Ron nodded. "I am."

"Good," said Harry as Hermione smiled. Ron cleared his throat. "All I can say," said Ron. "Is that we're going to have one hell of a year."

"Draco, you're going to miss the train! Get down here!" yelled Lucius. Draco was trying to cover as many of the scars as he could with some potion his mother had found for him at Diagon Alley. Draco grumbled, he looked just as terrible still.

Draco grabbed his black jacket and ran down the stairs. "Sorry father, I woke up late."

"Of course you did," said Lucius as Glinch opened the door for them. "Get in the car, fast."

"Thanks Glinch," said Draco as he slid into the car. As he sat down in the limo his father gave him an unhappy look. "What?"

"We don't thank house-elves for doing their jobs," said Lucius checking his watch.

"I'm sorry father," said Draco rolling his eyes. "I'll try not to do it again."

"Excellent," said Lucius swinging around his cane. The rest of the trip was ridden in silence. They walked to the platform and leaned up against the wall, sliding in. Lucius checked his watch, two minutes till 11. All the students were already on the train, they all peered out with wide eyes when they saw Draco. Not doubt they thought he'd be a Death Eater by now. "Hurry up and get on the train," said Lucius leaving the platform without another word.

Draco angrily walked towards the Hogwarts Express. He found the first platform onto the train and passed his luggage to the man. "Welcome to the Hogwarts Express," he said.

"Thanks," said Draco as the man gave him a hand to help him up. Draco didn't take it, but rather used the side of the train to boost him onboard. He gave the man an evil smile and walked past him. Door after sliding door opened as he walked by. He heard students mumbling under their breaths. Now I know how Potter feels he thought. He looked into every open compartment for his friends. He stopped dead outside of Potter's. Potter and Weasel were talking to Hermione in hushed voices.

"Can we help you with something Malfoy?" asked Ron. Draco turned around and saw the look on their faces. His mother's potion hadn't worked quite the way he planned, in fact; it didn't work at all. He still looked just as bad as the day his father had given him the scars. His hands still hurt as well. Draco tried not to look at them when he asked the question. "Have you seen Crabbe and Goyle?" As he said it the trained started and he was thrown off balance. He grabbed the compartment door and screamed with pain when his hand hit it hard.

"Are you alright?" asked Hermione worriedly as Draco grasped his hand. Draco looked up and noticed she had been crying. "I'd ask you the same thing," said Draco making Hermione look away.

"Leave Hermione alone," said Ron defensively. Draco put up his hands. "I wasn't trying to get into a fight. I just need to find Crabbe and Goyle." Hermione looked over at him and frowned. "What?"

"You don't want to fight?" she asked. Draco look from one to the other and sighed. "Never mind. You obviously don't know where they are, so if you'll excuse me." He pushed their compartment door closed with his foot and went off looking for Crabbe and Goyle.

Great idea he thought. Start up conversations with the boy wonder and his side kicks, see how it turns out. "Malfoy!" yelled Hermione from behind him. He turned around slowly.

"Yes," said Draco pocketing his hands. They were starting to bleed again.

"Crabbe and Goyle are in the first compartment," she said pointing behind her.

"Thank you," he said walking past her with a nod.

"Draco," she said making him stop. That was the first time she'd ever said his first name. He turned around and looked her in the eyes. "What happened to you?"

"I can't tell you," said Draco looking away. He should've known. "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," said Hermione disappointed.

Draco shyly took the badge out of his pocket. "Are you Head Girl?" he asked. Hermione nodded her head. "Congratulations then. I guess we'll be working close this year."

"Yeah," said Hermione as Draco pocketed the badge. Hermione eyed his hand that was in his pocket. "What happened to your hands Draco?"

"Broken China," said Draco sniffing as he turned around to walk towards Crabbe and Goyle's compartment. "Nothing big."

"Right," said Hermione walking back into her compartment and sitting down next to Harry. "Ron's right, this is going to be one hell of a year." Harry and Ron looked at her inquiringly. "Draco's Head Boy."

Author's Note: Sorry this one is so short guys! I was so surprised at the turn out I got from the story. Thanks for the reviews! Keep them up!