A/N: SHOCKER, I know, I'm updating so soon again! The real reason is that I have like no reviews, which is making me sad, and I just realized that the first 3 chapters have been on the train, and I think they should probably get off it by now, don't you? I also apologize for my blatant spelling and grammar errors, they're almost annoying they're so obvious, but I'm very lazy and my proof reading is like skimming if I even do it at all, and going back and fixing it? Too much time and effort, so one day if I get bored and the story doesn't need to be updated I'll go back into this story and the other and fix them and please everyone, including myself!

Disclaimer: So not mine!

Last chapter…

DRACO KISSED HERMIONE! However, she freaked and ran and Draco realizes that rape victims probably shouldn't be kissed after violently being slammed and pinned against a wall, even if that wasn't really his fault.

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Hermione dashed into her compartment. She flew in and quickly locked the door and pressed her back to the door breathing in and out, trying to slow her breath. Everything was as she had left it last. Neville was reading a book on Herbology, Luna was holding her father's magazine to the sun streaming in through the window and upside down at that, and Ginny had returned to her position; curled up with her head against Harry's shoulder, although this time both were sleeping quietly.

She slowly slid her back down the door until she sat on the floor with her head on her knees, still breathing deeply trying to regulate her heartbeat.

Her mind was going a mile a minute. The train had lurched. She had flown into a wall. Draco had flown into her. Then Draco had…He had kissed her. That kiss had brought up a lot. Not just what she thought she could or would never feel about Draco, but all the emotions she thought she had put away. They flowed back with such ferocity that it barely even bothered her that Draco, the Draco Malfoy, had kissed her! It was almost above her head. All that really was impressed into her head was the little scraps of memory she had finally reclaimed. It wasn't much, there weren't faces or anything specific, there was barely even color, and she had only just started to have flashes of these things over the summer, usually when someone rough housed with her, or hit her even if they were playing around, or just now, when she had been kissed.

Normally, she might have enjoyed what had taken place but she was so moved by everything she just laid her head into her black robes and cried. She sobbed. She had thought she had dealt with all this pain, or had at least stopped crying about it. But at that moment she finally appreciated that she would probably never stop crying. She only hoped somehow she would be able to become stronger so as to avoid crying so often. She didn't want to have to buy thirty cats and grow old with them.

After a moment or so she wiped her eyes in her hands and dried her face with her robe. She put her palms to her eyes in an effort to calm the redness from crying. She breathed in deeply and breathed out slowly. She felt calm for a moment and then.

Holy shit! I kissed Draco Malfoy!

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Draco had stopped hitting his head against the wall and calling himself stupid and had sat down. When Hermione still hadn't emerged from the cabin he again became angry with himself. You're such an idiot, he reminded himself again of all the pain he had given to her. When she still didn't come out he returned to his own compartment. Let the prefects take care of patrolling the hallway, he thought. He was done beating himself up, he was ready to move onto feeling sorry for himself.

Was she really that upset? He knew it must be traumatic and whatnot but he was gentle, he was nice, had he upset her that greatly that she locked herself up to relive the whole damn episode? He certainly hoped she was comparing him to the kisses, if there were any or if she remembered any, of Ronald Weasley and Seamus Finnigan. The slimy gits were nothing like him. Even if he had harassed her for so many years he would never touch her like that without consent. Before he wouldn't have thought of touching her like that at all, but some things had changed. That he even tolerated her at all, or sympathized with her was a whole new level of thinking for him. That he had even gotten past her bloodline amazed him. Almost everything that had occurred in the past year amazed him. He amazed himself. He really had grown after all. He wasn't so sure it would amaze his mother and father, but it certainly amazed him.

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The train ride was finally over and as everyone began filing into the hall the absence of a gruff voice filled the hearts of Harry and Hermione. There was no looming figure with a lantern beckoning the first years to follow him. Instead a deep silky voice called for them. The sound came from a tall dark handsome looking man standing in the still night air, carrying a smaller version of the lantern Hagrid once bore.

"Who's that?" Hermione whispered to Harry. The station was abnormally quiet as students observed the change of welcome.

"The new Defense Against the Arts teacher most likely." He replied pushing past a few second year girls standing in awe of the strange figure.

"Let's hurry and get our own carriage though," Harry pushed through an even larger group of fourth year girls that were ogling the man.

Hermione also pushed through with Neville, Ginny, and Luna tailing behind. They quickly made their way into a carriage.

Harry opened the door and offered it to Hermione, who in turn smiled and climbed in and sat in the farthest corner. She looked at the seat across her.

"Oh!" she exclaimed, "I didn't realize you were…we'll just find a…"

But it was too late the rest of the clan had climbed in and settled down.

"Harry, someone's already here maybe we should…"

"Hermione, it's just Draco, relax!" Harry replied.

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A/N: And they are out of the train! Haha I hope you enjoyed it! I won't always update that fast but I hopefully won't wait months and months either!