Chapter 2:

I rushed past the compartment doors, and didn't stop when I heard one I had just been passing slide open.

"Granger!" I ignored him. I knew it was Malfoy, and I was definitely not in the mood of talking to him. "Granger!" he called again, I heard his irregular steps as he chased after me.

"Sod off, Malfoy!" I stated threateningly. I didn't think it would really work, had it ever? He kept after me, until I felt his hand clasp around my wrist.

"Hold it, Granger. I have been looking all over for you!" I could hear the smirk spreading across his face, and I hadn't even been looking at him. I spun around, facing him for the first time since last June. The second I looked straight into his eyes, I thought I saw a flicker happen inside them, making them softer and calmer, but then he shook his head and they turned back to their icy self. "Wow Granger, you look different, I'm surprised."

"Well, I am not interested in what surprises you," I said coldly. Nothing I said even changed the expression on his face as he stood there smirking, still holding firmly onto my wrist. I shook him free and turned to leave again.

"Wait!" he yelled again. I turned around again, hands on hips, glaring at him.

"What? Why do you want to see me so badly?!"

Malfoy looked taken aback, but regained his original composure. "Who ever said I wanted to see you Granger?" he smirked more evilly, making my heart sink. I tried not to show my hurt, but he must have noticed because he looked triumphant. "All I needed to tell you is that McGonagall needs to see us in the head compartment."

"Us?" I questioned.

"Yes, I said us, Granger," Malfoy said smugly. Why had I not thought of it before? Of course Malfoy would be head boy, why not? His father practically owned half the school or he would by the end of his life time. He could get whatever he wanted.

"Why am I not surprised?" I said, pushing past him back up the way I had come, towards the head compartment in the front.

"What is that supposed to mean?" I thought I detected half of a smile, but I couldn't be sure because he was trying to keep up behind me.

"You know, exactly what it means," I shot back at him.

He didn't say anything else, just walked behind me all the way to the front, and into the head compartment. Mcgonagall rose once we entered. Smiling warmly at me, but not so warmly at Malfoy.

"Congratulations, to both of you for making head boy and girl, you have worked especially hard. Well, after the feast, while the prefects lead the houses to their common rooms, I will take the two of you to your private common room. The password is Kingswood. I think Dumbledor would like to speak to you about your duties after the feast as well," She smiled and patted me on the shoulder, mother like. "Congratulations, again." she swept out of the compartment as Malfoy made himself comfortable on the cushiony seats. They were more comfortable than the other ones were. I sat across from him, still uncomfortable in his presence. He placed his hands behind his head, and glared at me, smirking at the same time. It was odd, but it made me feel more uncomfortable.

I crossed my legs back and forth, trying to keep myself from looking at him. But he knew I could resist but look at him. I couldn't help but notice that he had done some work over the summer holiday as well. He had more abs, more biceps, his hair hung loosely in his eyes, instead of slicked back in that shiny gel formula. He actually looked quite handsome, if he wasn't my worst sworn enemy. He had called me mudblood more times than I could have counted.

"What's wrong Granger? Uncomfortable?" Malfoy sneered. I didn't answer him but stared out the window. "Well, you better get used to it. It looks like we will be sharing a common room the rest of the year."

I couldn't even imagine it, really. Sleeping a good twenty feet from this creep was going to be pure and utter torture. How could I survive? How could I ever? I shuddered at the thought of seeing Malfoy in his boxers in the early morning hours. I didn't know if I was shuddering in disgust, or if I was shuddering in pleasure, seeing his hot sleek body. I didn't want to think about the second one. I couldn't think about that. He was a slimy good for nothing, death eater's son, nothing more, nothing less.

"Thinking about something, Granger?" Malfoy asked.

"Leave me alone, Malfoy," I muttered.

"Ok, well wake me when we get there," he said, closing his eyes and leaning back his head. I shook my head; I really can not imagine how both of us are going to be able to come out of the school year, both alive. I lay down on the bench, closing my eyes, planning only on taking a little rest, but drifted off into a restless sleep.

***I know this chapter is kinda short, but oh well, the next one is kinda long. And I would really appreciate some reviews!!! It is my first fan fic so be nice. Jk I don't really care what you write, even if its bad. ill post again tomorrow I think! I hopes yalls like it!!