Harry looked out of the window of the Hogwarts Express, his face blank as he watched the country side fly by. Ron was in another compartment with Hermione, doing Prefect things. Harry had accepted that they would be doing Prefect things, but he never thought that he would be drifting so far away from them. He pulled his gaze away from the window and looked to the shadow of a person that lurked behind the compartment's glass window. It was the form of a girl, the silhouette told it all, the curvy body, and hair that flowed down her back. Another figure moved into Harry's gaze, a guy. He strained his eyes to get a good look at him. All of a sudden Harry heard voices. Draco's familiar drawl, and another familiar voice, with a very strong French accent. It was Fleur Declour. Harry listened in disbelief. Draco was sweet talking her and she was giggling. Harry could feel his anger rising. He took three deep breaths, trying to stay calm when the compartment door opened and Draco was standing there looking at him with grim satisfaction.