Hermione paced about her compartment on the train to Hogwarts. It was right behind the conductor's room and she didn't think anyone knew it was even there. She had gotten on almost 40 minutes before it left and no one was even outside the train. In her rush to get here before Ron and Harry she had gotten there really early. So, since she had her pick of compartments she went and sat in an incredibly nice one.

"I didn't even know they had compartments this nice" she marveled aloud. She stopped pacing and looked at her surroundings. The walls were a faded red with a chipped gold trim. The curtains were hanging down from, what looked like a pure gold rod. The ceiling was painted with a muggle fashioned mural. It had an old lady sitting down in the middle of a garden. She was on the edge of a fountain, looking deep into it and staring at the reflected sky. By the edge of the garden were birdcages with pure white doves mingling together as doves do. "Wow that's really beautiful," she said, sitting down. She pulled back the drapes on the windows and looked out. Se didn't even want to see Harry and Ron. She hadn't met them at Diagon Alley, but went early and got her supplies the previous day. She had worn an overly baggy cloke with a hood to hide herself.

"Oh I can't believe I look like this," she mumbled.

Suddenly out on the platform came a person.

"It's still kind of early, whose going to be coming here at this time?" she asked herself.

It was Malfoy. He was carrying his own trunk and his father just stood there staring at him. Was it her eyes playing tricks on her, or was that hatred in both of their eyes.

She opened the window, just a crack and listened.

"Well boy, I have only come because it's mandatory to see ones son off" Lucius Malfoy sneered.

"You didn't have to come with me, you know" Draco shot back.

"Oh, Draco the dark lord and I had so many plans for you, and you gave it up for what? Because you found yourself better than everyone else because you thought the dark lord was weak. Well Draco, he will show you, you will find out. He will teach you that failures are not welcome, and no mercy will be shown," said Lucius.

"Great speech and all father, but He was defeated by an infant, I mean yea real powerful there. Sorry but if I'm going to dominate the world I think I'll choose someone who knows how to handle a baby" he smirked and continued.

"Plus father with the whole, "son I'm disowning you, your not serving my lord, I hate you and have never shown you any love in your life, thing I think I wont care very much if I die or not as I've never felt anything toward anyone" He said and walked onto the train.

What his father didn't know was that he did feel something, towards some one, but if his father knew, he would destroy her.

Hermione was shocked at what she had heard. Draco Malfoy's father disowned him AND he chose not to be a death eater with his father? Who or what changed him?

Draco stomped onto the train and went up the narrow hallway towards the top of the train. He needed to find a different compartment to sit, one where Crabbe and Goyle wouldn't find him. They would be Mad and I'm sure the other Slytherins will be too, when they hear what I've done. I've rejected the dark lord. I lost my home, my father, my mother, everything. All I have is what I brought. But it's worth it. She would be Very happy about it. I would give everything to be with her. He turned and opened a door. Stunned by what he saw he dropped his trunk and stared. There was Hermione. She looked Beautiful. More like a female. Her long legs peered out from under her skirt and her once bushy hair was sleek and straight and down to her waist. Her eyes had Smokey gray brown makeup on and she had gotten taller. He could tell just from her sitting. And now she had a chest. She had grown quite a bit from the summer. She looked at him and covered her face.

"Malfoy, please go away." She almost cried.

"My, my, Granger, look whose changed sexes" he said slowly.

"Malfoy, please just GO AWAY" she cried once again. She could feel tears welling up in her eyes and didn't want him to see her cry.

"Why should I?" he asked.

"Maybe I want to sit here and hide from everyone else too," he drawled.

"I'm not hiding," she whispered.

"Yes you are, because your pretty, and your boyfriends, Potter and Weasly might not like it and your scared" he replied.

"Well maybe your right but why are you hiding?" she asked, even though she knew the answer.

"I think you know, Granger." He said.

"…I-"she stuttered.

"Yea I saw you looking and listening to me and my father," he hissed.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have.." she trailed off.

"It's OK but I'm sitting here with you, this is the nicest compartment on the train and you can't have it to yourself" he said.

"Doesn't it bother you that I'm a "mudblood" she hissed. Not forgetting his usual name for her.

"No, I'm over it" he replied.

"OK well then sure, sit with me"

Draco sat down across Hermione and stared at his surrounding. He knew this compartment had been here. But he always chooses to sit in his usual one with Crabbe and Goyle. His eyes rested on Hermione. She had gotten so pretty, and she was sure to be easily popular if she wanted it. He doubted that. She was into her books and School, she wouldn't like popularity and I'm sure she really hates her looks.

"Why did you wear makeup if you didn't want to be even prettier than you are?" he asked.

"Its because of my mom. I made a bet with her, and well I lost."

She replied.

"Well why didn't you just wash it off when you got on the train?" he wondered to her.

"Mom found a witch who makes some and then she paid a lot of money to have it bewitched. The witch listened and now its stuck on me for a week!" she replied rather loudly.

It wasn't that she didn't like it. It's just that she wasn't used to it. It wasn't her and her mom thought she looked fabulous, but she didn't agree. She looked at Draco and studied his features. He had gotten pretty sexy himself, Really Sexy. His silver blonde hair wasn't plastered to his head like it always was. It was hanging lose in front of his silver-gray eyes. He had naturally pale skin and a Great Body. She could tell from what he was wearing. He was wearing Ordinary Muggle clothes, a wife beater under a black shirt. It was unbuttoned and hanging open. He had on Black cargo pants that were safely secured with a black belt.

His muscles were shown and his tiny waist was lost in the bagginess of his sexy pants.

Damn when he dressed in muggle clothes he looked GOOD! She thought.

Draco noticed Hermione taking in what he was wearing and smiled. So she liked his new clothes. He did too they were really comfortable.

Finally she stopped and looked at him. He had a smile on his face. Embarrassed at being caught checking out a guy she looked out the window again. She noticed everyone was coming onto the platform and she then saw Harry and Ron. They were coming onto the train. She ducked and looked at Draco. He was looking out the window as well. Then he got up and left.

Hermione was dumbfounded. Why was he leaving? She thought to herself. "Oh well it was good when it lasted." She said out loud.

Much later, she looked out the window again and saw Draco pick something up from a corner wall and walk towards the train again. He must have forgotten something she thought.

She heard Ginny outside and then shut the curtains.

Draco came back to the compartment, looked at Hermione and sat down looking through a purse. He looked in the pockets and found a scrap of paper with his name on it. Strange, thought Hermione a purse with his name on scraps of paper.

"I'm not even going to ask," she said.

"Good because I wouldn't tell you if you did" he snapped.

"Ok sorry" she mumbled and lay down on the chair. It was a long chair, bigger than all the rest of the compartments. So she laid down on it and asked Malfoy to not bother her or tell anyone she's in here.

Draco left. Hermione was a little nosey. He thought. But she was hot and smart and she had nice legs. When she was checking him out, he was looking between her legs, at her nice thighs, VERY NICE. But as hot as Hermione was, she still wasn't whom he wanted. Who he wanted was Ginny. She had gotten just as sexy as Hermione was, but prettier. He loved the way she was so drawn away from everyone, how her soul was so pure and her hair so fiery red. He loved the color and the softness of her eyes and how she was oblivious to the fact that he liked her too.

After he got her purse. He found little shreds of paper with his name on it. Now he knew she liked him back. So now he was following her, he saw her head towards the reject compartment. Poor Ginny.

He wanted to give back her purse like he wanted to when she asked.

So when she was almost to the compartment he tossed the purse on the floor in front of her. He saw her trip and fall; he immediately opened a door and dashed in.

The occupants of the compartment were startled when he entered. He didn't say much except. Don't ask or ill hex you.

When he thought it was safe, he left and walked the remainder of the hallway and entered the door to see her lying on the floor. Her Soft hair was wrapped around her pale face. And her lips were parted. His urge to kiss her was unbearable, but he held his ground.

He told her how he felt. He told her how much she meant to him and why. Then he sang her a song. He had worked this out for the longest time. He would confess his feelings to a sleeping Ginny and remain as if there was nothing there.

Then he left and returned to the compartment with a sleeping Hermione.

Sitting down he thought of Ginny and what he just confessed. Leaning his head on the window he drifted to sleep with the first time he found out his feelings were actually feelings of love. Love for Ginny.