The weeks went by quickly and soon everyone was standing on Platform Nine and Three Quarters. The three guys were already on the train and the three girls were still talking with Molly, Sirius, and Arthur. "Keep a close eye on Harry for me, no telling what that boy'll do. I think the Weasley twins had too much of an influence on him." Sirius told the girls, a smile playing on his lips.

"And don't let Ron and Hermione be alone too long." Arthur said, looked at Ginny and Storm.

Molly looked at Hermione and Storm, "Don't let Ginny and Harry be alone too long either."

Sirius hugged them. "Have fun this year."

Molly hugged them. "Be good" The girls rolled their eyes and boarded the train. It didn't take them long to find the boys. As they opened the door, a few first year girls swooned. "Hey guys." Storm began, she looked at all three guys and smirked. "Looks like you have your own fan club." She motioned to the girls.

"They tried touching our butts." Harry said seriously.

Ginny smiled. "Well, you shouldn't be so tall."

Storm rolled her eyes and looked at Harry and Draco. "We have to go sit in the Prefect compartment."

"Actually, Draco and I have our own compartment." Hermione stated.

"Anyway, we have to go." Ginny said, she looked at Ron, "Luna, Neville, Seamus, and Dean should be here in a few minutes." She kissed his cheek. "I'll see you on the carriage."

Hermione kissed him fully on the lips, receiving groans from the other four, and smiled. "I'll make this up to you later tonight."

"But, how ca—"

Hermione grinned. "The Heads have their own bedrooms." She winked and followed everyone out.

"Why won't you tell her?" Hermione asked. She and Draco were sitting in the Heads compartment.

Draco sighed. "We've been through this before 'Mione." He bit into his chocolate frog. "I won't tell her because she doesn't love me like that." He gave a short laugh. "Besides, no one finds their soul mate when their thirteen."

Hermione shrugged and admired her ring. It was a silver band with a diamond, a ruby, and a topaz in the middle. "I found mine when I was eleven."

"That may be, but there's still the part where she doesn't love me."

"She might. You'll never know unless you tell her." Draco shrugged in response. Hermione's eyes narrowed. "You have to tell Storm."

"Tell me what?" Storm asked, opening the door.

Draco sent Hermione a 'Now-you've-done-it' look mixed with a 'Help-me-out-of-this' look. "That Draco here is thinking about gelling his hair back again." Hermione answered.

Storm sat next to him. "Don't you dare."

"You haven't seen me with my hair like that." Draco said.

"I've seen pictures. If you do that I will curse all your bottles of gel so that they make your hair turn hot pink." Storm threatened.

He held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay! I won't gel my hair back."

"Good."

"Why are you in here instead of the Prefects' compartment?"

"Because the Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, and Gryffindor Prefects are all snogging." Storm explained. "And the other Slytherin Prefect was hitting on me." She laid her head on Draco's shoulder. "I can't believe this is our last year."

"And we're ending it with a wedding." Hermione grinned. The other two sighed. She stood. "I'll be back later." She walked out.

"Good thing we got our trunks before we left." Draco mumbled. He put his arm around Storm's shoulders.

Storm sighed contently. "Yeah." Her eyes fell closed. Draco looked at her and did something he never did. He kissed the top of her head and fell asleep as well.