"Can we help you, Weasel-face?" Hermione was grateful that Malfoy had spoken first, although she was not happy that he didn't seem like he was going to leave. This would get ugly fast. "No you can't. Hermione, can I talk to you?" What he said was civilized enough, but his expression practically screamed first degree murder.

"Wait, wait… Hermione? God you have grown UP!" Malfoy said, looking half scandalized, half impressed. He looked her up and down, his eyes resting a second longer on her chest then anywhere else. He smirked and licked his lips. Ron's face deepened in color.

"No, I don't think you can." It was Goyle who spoke this time, rising from his seat to stand in front of Hermione. "Shut up pretty boy! I wasn't talking to you. What business of yours is it what I say to her?" Ron spat vehemently. "Well…" Goyle hesitated and glanced at Hermione "I want to know who's talking to my girlfriend!" He shot Hermione a questioning look, but she smiled encouragingly. Jealous much, Ron? She knew that would infuriate him. She thought. Ron stood silently in the doorway for a couple seconds.

"FUCK!" Ron punched his fist through the glass pane in the door, frightening some passing second years who scampered down the hall shooting Ron scandalized looks. "You stupid SLUT! You told me there wasn't anyone else!" Ron screamed, his face shooting from red to purple. "I met him after we broke up… But you're one to talk about sluts, Ronald!" Hermione tried weakly. "Hey, man, no hard feelings alright? Just leave." Goyle spoke calmly enough, but at the same time he flexed his biceps menacingly. "AND hanging around with this rat! MALFOY, Hermione? What are you thinking!" Ron ignored Goyle and stood on his toes to see Hermione.

"I said" Goyle growled through clenched teeth, grabbing Ron by his shirt collar "just leave" he threw Ron from the compartment. "Rapairo" he said, pointing his wand at the shards of glass littering the floor. Malfoy screamed with laughter as Ron regained his footing, shot one last disgusted look at Hermione and jogged off down the corridor.

"That was priceless!" Malfoy gulped for breath "Thanks for the giggles, Goyle. Granger, you might not be as bad as I thought. Well I'm off to spread the word of The Weasel's embarrassing incident. See you kids later!" He rose from his seat as he spoke and practically skipped down the hallway to the other Slytherins.

Now that Hermione thought about it, she'd never really spoken to Goyle before. He didn't really seem like much of a talker. She opened her mouth, still not quite sure what to say, but he spoke first. "Sorry."

She looked at him, confused "For what?" Now he looked confused. "For you know, telling Weasley we were going out and stuff. I mean I know you guys are still friends and stuff…" She laughed bitterly "Not really anymore. I doubt he'll want to associate with me after this." Goyle laughed "Bet not." They sat in silence for a few moments, then Goyle spoke. "You're looking… healthy." Hermione blushed. "Er, thanks. You too." They chatted for the rest of the ride to Hogwarts, and in the course of their conversation she let slip that she was Head Girl. As soon as she said it, she blushed. I wasn't going to mention that! GAH! Now she sounded like such a goody-goody. Goyle smiled "Well I guess we're going to see a lot of each other. Good." Hermione was surprise. What was he talking about? Was he head boy? But that wouldn't make any sense!

"What do you mean?" She asked tentatively. Could she actually be that lucky? "Well, Draco's head boy and all…" Oh, Malfoy. Of course. I could never be that lucky. She drifted off into thought while Goyle kept talking "…And I guess I've been made a prefect so…" That brought Hermione. The Head Boy and Girl shared a common room with the other prefects! "Oh that's great!" But then her face fell. If the other prefects shared the common room, there would be Ron to deal with.

So do you like it? Just tell me if I should give up now…. But this is my first fic, so be kind