A/N: Hey all, did you like the last chapter? Oh, well........

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Hermione Granger sat in Compartment #15 on the Hogwarts express. There was an odd

sort of presance in the room. Like she had been there before but she hadn't she usually sat

in Compartment #12 with Harry, Ron, and Ginny. This year was different. She didn't feel like

hearing them talk about Quidditch all day. So she went to find another compartment. There was

only one compartment left. It looked like nobody had been in it for years. It had cobwebs, it

was dusty, not clean like the others. She got up and walked over to the door. She looked out,

seeing a passing Seamus Finnigan, she got up and exited the compartment. She wanted some company,

but no one seemed to want to go near the compartment. Anyway, she left the compartment scareing

Seamus out of his 100% Irish skin.

"Hermione!" he said, "What were you doing in THAT compartment?"

"Oh, well this one was the only empty one, so I figured..." she started.

"Don't you know?"

"Know what?"

"About that compartment? You've never heard of Compartment fifteen?" he asked, his

eyes widening.

"No, tell me."

"Ok. Well, it is said that a long-long time ago, there was a lovely lady named Gypsy,

who was confronted by the one she loved in that compartment. The thing is, when he left, she

didn't go after him, and she lived out her life unhappily. They say that after her death, she

went back to the compartment and never leaves it, screaming and throwing things at the people

who enter. Waiting for her lover to come back, so she can make her mistakes back."

Hermione was a little freaked out now. "Nothing happened to me in there."

"Well, I'm never going in there agian. Even the house elves refuse to go in there. When

I went in there in first year, a book was chucked at my head. There is more to the legend but

I don't want to get into that. I'm getting freaked out just standing by it, so I'm gunna go." he

said, and turned to walk away.

"Wait." said Hermione, stopping him, "Will you do me a favor? Will you go in there with

me one more time just to see if the legend is true? Just to prove it to me."

Seamus sighed. He loved Hermione like a sister, but sometimes she was nuts.

"Please?" she begged shooting him the puppy eyes.

"Fine." he gave in.

They opened the door to Compartment #15, and stepped inside. Suddenly a book came

flying through the air and hit Seamus in the stomach. Screaming could be heard. They both ran out

of the compartment.

"Wow," Hermione breathed, "Nothing like that happened to me."

"She must like you." Seamus said, and with that he turned and entered compartment 12 with

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and god know's who else.

She turned back into the Compartment and sat down. Nothing was being thrown at her. No

one was screaming.

"Why do you wait?" Hermione asked 'Gypsy' if that was her name. 'I wonder what her

last name was.' Hermione thought.

"Granger." Came a soft sweet voice, not unlike her own.

"Come again?" she asked.

"You said 'I wonder what her last name is'. It's Granger." The voice said again.

"That's a little to weird." said Hermione, "Can I see you?"

Gypsy appeared. She looked almost exactly like Hermione only her hair fell in soft curls.

It wasn't bushy, like Hermione's. She was in Gryffindor robes, and she smiled at the look on

Hermione's face.

"Woah! This is weird." Hermione gasped.

"No, it's not really weird." whispered Gypsy.

"You're last name was Granger, and you look like me... or I look like you."

"I'm your great-great grandmother child." she said.

"You're name wouldn't be Granger. What's your maiden name?"

"I kept my maiden name. I gave it to your great grandfather, who passed it to your

grandfather, who passed it to your father."

Hermione staired in awe. "Is that why you don't mind me here?"

"No, I didn't let your father come here when he was little. I don't like company. There

are reasons why I let you, but I cannot tell you them."

Gypsy said, then she looked at the compartment door and snapped her fingers. She dissappeared,

Hermione looked around, and called out to her.

"Gypsy? Grandmother?" she called.

"Talking to yourself Granger?" drawled a voice.

She turned and saw Draco Malfoy standing in the doorway. 'I wonder why he isn't being

kicked out. It figures. Gypsy, uh... I mean Grandmother, doesn't kick out the person I hate the

most.' she thought.

"What are you doing here Draco?" she asked harshly. She had ment to say Malfoy, not Draco.

What had happened?

"Draco is it, Granger? I thought it was Malfoy." he smirked.

"It is Malfoy, I don't know what came over me." she stated.

"Well, there is a Head Boy, Head Girl meeting in the first compartment. I was sent to

get you. Apparently they are doing something different with us this year. We get our own

common room and dorms. Figures I get to share it with a Mudblood."

Hermione cringed at the word. "You're head boy?"

"What of it?"

"I'd rather share a common with a carnivorous Hippopotamus." she stated. She felt someone

smack her on the head. It couldn't have been Draco, but he was the only one here that it would

matter, that he was getting compared to a Meat-Eating Hippo to. "Ouch! That hurt." she said

eyeing him angrely.

"I didn't do anything." he said, getting defencive.

"Yes, you did, you hit me." she stated Matter-Of-Factly.

"No, I was standing here, I didn't touch you. Tell me why would I put my hands on

Mudblood filth?" he said, then he felt a pinch on the arm. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what?"

"Pinch me."

"I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"No, I didn't."

"Who cares. Let's go." he said, and he held out his hand to help her up. He didn't know

what posessed him to do it, but it came naturally.

She took his hand, not knowing why she did. She felt a jolt in her stomach was soon

as her hand met his. They just stood there, eyes locked, holding on to eachother's hands for

like five minutes. Until Hermione snapped out of it.

"Yes, well, let's go." she said as she walked out of the compartment.

Gypsy smiled to herself. Her plan was unfolding. It was the first time, since one hundred

years ago, that a Malfoy and a Granger, would be in seventh year togeather and she was determaned,

to make rite, all that was wrong.