A/N: Let me know if you want me to try and do a longer chapter I may try with this one. Also did you like the fluff? Review and let me know. Also to let you know the breaks indicate like a change in where the third person is looking in while italics mean actual thoughts.

PS.I couldn't resist the little fluff at the end. xxx

Disclaimer: JK's not mine.

After getting changed into their robes Pansy Parkinson had walked in, Hermione's hate for Parkinson was fuelled by the girl's obsession for her man. Hermione threatened Pansy when she sat on Draco's lap that she would suffer if she did not leave right then. Draco laughed watching his girlfriend scrunch her face up in the most adorable way; Blaise had just commented that they didn't know what car their victims were in. Unable to deny the floor in her plan turned her mouth up into a smirk only a Slytherin could pull off. She stood up swaying her hips entrancing Draco the way only she could and slid open the door. A group of 2nd year Slytherins were hanging out, she licked her lips. Draco and Blaise both cocked an eyebrow but didn't stop her. She whispered in one boy's ear, in return he nodded and patted his friends' arms signalling them along. She smiled sweetly as he turned to look at her and he blushed in return.

"I simply asked if he would do the head girl a favour." She answered the boys' questioning gazes. They all however knew that it was more likely that the boys were asked to do something by someone so powerful. Yes in Hogwarts Hermione Granger had power, she said what she liked when she liked but she wasn't like another plastic blonde, unlike most Slytherins she would not go after you for no reason but if you gave her a reason you would wish you were in hell. However she also had a power in the way that she was top of her class, top of her year, top of Hogwarts – this did just make her all the more threatening – teachers knew her and held her word high up. Most of Hogwarts knew the fact that she was in fact a muggle born; some believed she supported Voldemort others believed she couldn't because of her blood.

The 5 Slytherin boys came back after about 10 minutes with the news that about 12 compartments down sat Harry Potter and his Weasels. Standing up Hermione decided to put her plan to action, with a silent agreement between them all they set off.

Harry Potter sat holding his girlfriend's hand, his best friend Ron sitting opposite, Ron continued to eat chocolate frog after chocolate frog and had even ate every bean out of a Berty Bott's. As the sweet trolley had come past Ron had bought the majority of it and had already eaten over half. Harry just sat in his own world trying to find a way to bring up the war without making all of them suddenly tense, even in his head he was failing. He had sworn Voldemort had been on the train earlier when it stopped but he had no evidence only his gut and his burning star. Each wrapped up in their thoughts – apart from Ron who was wrapped up in his food – were pulled out at a sudden shrill scream.

All 3 turned to see the tear streaked face of Hermione Granger. She was a Slytherin and Slytherins didn't cry so why was she crying. In her eyes there was an emotion that not even Harry could read.

"P-p-please." She sobbed weakly as Draco approached towering over her small frame. He looked terrifying.

"No use in trying to get attention I protected everyone from the sound of your pathetic crying. No one can see you either." Malfoy nearly spat. Harry didn't know what was going on, his Gryffindor thought against his inquisitive side holding him in his place for just a bit longer.

"I am not a mudblood!" She said voice barely audible. It slipped away too fast. "I-I-I-I thought you loved me and I see you with Parkinson that slut of all people." Tears slipped into her mouth. He pulled her in for a kiss it was rough and Hermione seemed to struggle.

Seeing the girl in distress his Gryffindor side won. He was up in a flash quickly at Hermione's side, looking at the crying girl he stepped in front of her. Hermione drew her wand right as Harry punched Draco.

"Don't ever touch her again, she may be a mudblood but she is better than you." Harry screamed at Draco who smirked his pants off.

"She isn't your girl Potter she's mine!" Draco growled out, even though this was a set up he wanted his love back with him. He looked past Harry and saw the same feeling deep in her eyes; he also noticed the wand in her hand poised for a spell.

"She may not be mine but she is not yours!" Harry's screams were getting more frantic and he wondered why no-one had come out. Draco couldn't hold it he swung his fist and gave him the broken nose he deserved; all except this was all the plan, the silencing charm was off but the carts in hearing distance had been charmed closed. Suddenly with the flick of a wand all compartment doors had opened and everyone knew the story. They had heard it with their own ears; disbelief echoed through Harry as Hermione obliviated it from his memory leaving pieces.

Harry's head spun.

Malfoy kissed Grange, I ran out to stop it?! I yelled: "Don't ever touch her again, she may be a mudblood but she is better than you." Granger whispered: "I am not a mudblood!" Draco growled: "She isn't your girl Potter she's mine!" and then I said "She may not be mine but she is not yours!" then I punched Malfoy and he punched me…

Harry new this was how it had happened but why would he do that? He didn't understand and was confused but angry at himself for what he had done.

Hermione ran to Draco's arms and they kissed, everyone watched them and they all look stunned. Sure they had kissed in public before they did it whenever they wanted but no one had seen that much emotion out of Slytherins before even the house themselves, except for Blaise who kissed Hermione's head. Hermione stood in the middle and wrapped her arms around them but she was so small they had to lift her at the same time. They sat in the compartment that they had claimed as theirs awaiting their best year yet.