Christmas passed quickly. Soon, it was time for Hermione and her friends to go back to Hogwarts. Hermione didn't mind as much as Mrs Weasley did, who was crushing Harry in a hug and sobbing. Hermione only wanted to find out why Malfoy was being so nice to her. After all, they had been enemies since first year and he had gone as far to utter the Killing Curse at her.

'Hermione! Hermione!' Ginny's voice snapped Hermione out of her daze. 'Yes, Gin?' 'Help me find an empty compartment, quick!' Hermione grinned and called, 'Coming!' She grabbed her luggage and boarded the Hogwarts Express. The train was crowded with students going back to school after the holidays. Most of the compartments were full so Hermione had to squish through a lot of annoyed people.

'Sorry!' 'Ops! Is that your feet?' 'Excuse me!' 'I beg your pardon.' 'I apologise for stepping on your bag.'

After fighting through a mob of people, Hermione managed to reach the last compartment. Praying that it was vacant, Hermione pushed open the door and groaned at the sight of the people inside. 'Life couldn't be any worse than this,' she thought as she heaved her luggage on the shelf and sat down, ignoring Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson who were sitting opposite her.

'So, what brings you here, Granger?' asked Malfoy. Hermione looked up and was pleasantly surprised that Malfoy was wearing the cape she gave him at Christmas. 'If you look outside now, Malfoy,' replied Hermione, 'You would see that every compartment is full.' 'You could always stand,' suggested Parkinson stupidly. Hermione rolled her eyes and looked out of the window. There was going to be a LOOOOOONG ride.

[Hermione's POV]

After what seemed to be like one eternity later (which was only three hours), I was tired of the silence so I stood up and left the compartment. I'm so determined to find Ginny and the boys that I wasn't looking at where I was going. Thump! I tripped over Malfoy's bag and fell flat on my face. Cursing, I stood up and started putting the items on the floor back into Malfoy's bag.

I just finished putting Quidditch Through the Ages into his bag when a bottle of silvery liquid caught my eye. I took a closer look at it and gasped. I recognised it as a memory. I couldn't help but think, 'What memories does Malfoy keep that is so important?' I know Malfoy would probably kill me when he knew I was snooping around his private stuff, but his memory might be an answer to all my questions!

My curiosity got better of me so I uncorked the bottle. I know the Muggle saying 'curiosity killed the cat' but I was desperate to find the answer to my question so I didn't think twice. I took a deep breath and plucked a finger inside the bottle. The train compartment lurched and I was thrown into the bottle. (Author's Note: The luggage and the students were in separate compartments)

The next thing I knew, I was standing in the Great Hall. I could see myself flipping open the newspaper and letting out a gasp. Harry then snatched the paper so violently that it tore in half. I immediately knew that it happened in Fifth Year when Sirius was spotted in London. I turned around and spotted Malfoy staring at the me who was currently talking to Ron. Zabini walked over and asked Malfoy, 'Hey, Drake! Whatcha staring at?' 'Someone beautiful,' Malfoy muttered before tearing his gaze away.

I was shocked. Me? Beautiful? Has Malfoy gone mad? The scene changed and I was standing in a gloomy room. Lucius Malfoy was in front of Draco Malfoy, whispering urgently, 'Son, you have to join the Death Eaters! It's for your own good!' Malfoy scowled, 'What good do I have? Bowing to a snake-headed fiend? Praying that I won't get killed?' Lucius' eyes glinted. 'Power!' he hissed, 'With all the power, you can make people do anything you want. You can have servants, money, and pretty women!'

I saw that Malfoy's eyes widened at the mention of women. 'Women?' he whispered. 'Yes, women!' Lucius smirked, clearly amused at the obsession his son got for women. Flashes of images were shown in the room, which I guess maybe was the thoughts Malfoy had. One of them was Malfoy kissing me and another one was me in his bed. The others, well, let's say that the photos got dirtier and dirtier until Malfoy said, 'I will join the Death Eaters, Father.' Lucius nodded and left the room.

Malfoy joined the Death Eaters to shag me? Things were getting weirder every minute! The scene changed again and I found myself in another room. The room that I was tortured in. I could see Bellatrix laughing wildly and pointing her wand at a withering me. The me on the floor was screaming and thrashing about. I felt sick and looked around, spotting Malfoy who was wearing the same expression. The screams stopped when the me on the floor fainted. Bellatrix was about to utter a curse when Malfoy stepped in front of her.

'Aunt Bella,' he said, managing to force a smirk on his face, 'Torturing unconscious people is no use. Let's wait until the Mudblood is awake again.' Bellatrix nodded and Malfoy grabbed my arm, dragging me across the room. I swore that I heard him murmuring 'Epsikey' when he passed me. Some cuts faded which made me confused. Was Malfoy trying to heal me?

The scene once again faded and I was standing in front of Azkaban. I saw Malfoy and his mother, Narcissa, entering the Wizard jail. I followed them inside and found Malfoy crouched next to a cell. 'It's all your fault,' he said bitterly to the man who I recognised as Lucius Malfoy, 'She won't even look at me now because I'm a Death Eater.' 'Who is this woman that you are talking about?' crooked Lucius. Malfoy stared into Lucius' eyes. 'Hermione Granger.' 'That Mudblood?' Lucius sneered. Malfoy stood up. 'Do not call her a Mudblood!' he roared, 'Because of you, she hated me! She hated the fact that I nearly killed Dumbledore! She hated everything about me!'

The scene dissolved and I was back in presence. I was astonished that Malfoy actually had a crush on me! Suddenly, I heard a voice behind me. 'What are you doing here?' I spun around and found myself face-to-face with Malfoy. 'I...I...' I was stuttering badly. Malfoy glared at me before leaving, making me perplexed. Why doesn't he just admit his feelings?

Ah, so Draco has feelings for Hermione! What do you guys think? Hermione and he are going to have a row next time, so stay tuned!