A/N: I do not own these characters, they belong to J.K. Rowling
Draco Malfoy!

"How the hell did you become Head boy, your Dad pay off some of the teachers?"

"Well hello to you too, Mudblood. And no my Dad didn't pay off anybody, I got this position on my own. I might not be Saint-Potter, but my grades easily beat his."

Their compartment was bigger then the other compartments, and the seats were much more comfortable then the others were. Taking a seat opposite of Malfoy, Hermione quickly turned her attention to the station out side. They still had five minutes until they left to go to Hogwart's.

Although Hermione was facing the window she could still feel Malfoy's eye's raking over her body. Turning slowly so she could catch him in the act, she could see that his eye's had found her breast and were in no hurry to leave them.
"Problem Malfoy?"

At hearing her question his head snapped up with a token blush for being caught, which easily turned into a sneer answering, "not at all Granger."

"Good," turning back to the window waiting for the train to leave the station.

The compartment door opened a few minutes later, turning her head trying to hide the fact that she wanted it to be her ex-best friend coming to beg for forgiveness, only to reveal Crabbe and Goyle.

Turning her head so that she was looking out the window, she continued to ignore to conversation that was going on between the three Slytherins.

"Well it looks like Granger grew up quite nicely," which must have been said by Crabbe only he sounded like he actually oily voice. His eyes were slowly studying the long legs clad in tight blue jeans.

"Gods, she was flat as a board last year, did she take a growing potion this summer?" squeaked Goyle, who was staring at the white peasant top she was wearing.

"Do you want something, or do you want to continue to talk about me as if I'm not here?" Hermione had said this still looking at their reflections in the window.

All three Slytherins sneered at her, but it was Malfoy who answered.

"Yes, we would like to order three blow jobs, side order of Mudblood cunt."

Turning her head she stared hateful eyes at the three of them before getting up to leave the compartment.

Crabbe and Goyle were still blocking the door, raising an eyebrow at them.

Hermione could hear Malfoy get up, and stand directly behind her.

Although she was tall for a girl, she was still quite a bit shorter then the three Slytherins.

"Let me by," this was not a question it was a demand.

"It'll cost you one Kiss," answered Malfoy.

Suddenly an idea bloomed in her mind, "which one of you would I have to pay this kiss to?"

"Why me of course," answered Malfoy again.

Turning around so that she was facing him, she raised one hand to cup his cheek and the other to bury it in his platinum hair. Slowly touching his lips with hers, brushing them against each other, Hermione ran her tonguing over his lower lip before catching it between her teeth sucking gently. Deciding that the show had gone on to long Hermione quickly brought her knee up to Malfoy's groin.

Malfoy hit the ground so fast she barely got a chance to see the surprise in his eyes before they closed in pain. Malfoy's hands were to busy with holding his crotch to grab hold of Hermione as she tried to get past the surprised Crabbe and Goyle.

Unfortunately for her they snapped out of their surprise to grab her upper arms just as she had squeezed by them.

Pulling her back into the compartment and closing the door behind them. They easily held her struggling body between the two of them.

Malfoy was still on the ground but now at least his eyes were open even if they were shooting daggers at Hermione. Slowly putting his hand on the seat next to him, he easily picked himself up.

"That was not a good idea," snarled Malfoy.

"I bet it wasn't, but it was still fun to see the look on your face as you fell to the ground holding what was left of your balls," smiled Hermione. Which was quickly answered by a backhand to the face.

Pain exploded in the left side of her face as she was knocked up against Crabbe. Blinking against the pain she still smiled at Malfoy. Thankfully this didn't last long as the door opened to let in Harry Potter.

"Get your hands off her," Harry had already had his wand out and his eyes turned to chips of green ice.

"This is none of your business Potter," snapped Malfoy

"Ah but it is, you three seem to be holding my friend against her will," Harry still had that crazed look in his eye's.

"Come on Crabbe, Goyle." Said Malfoy. "Oh and one more thing, Granger you and me still have unfinished business and I look forward to straightening this out."

Once the compartment doors were closed behind them, Hermione collapsed on to the bench head buried in her hands.

Hermione could feel Harry sit down next to her and place a comforting arm around her shoulders.