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In the 'meeting compartment', Professor Dumbledore along with Professor Snape and Draco Malfoy were waiting for them.
"Please have a seat." Dumbledore motioned for her to sit next to the prat. "Now I know you two have your differences, but for this trip please put it aside and act like the lady and the gentlemen that you are soon to become. You are representing the school don't forget." Professor Snape told the two students straight out, surprising the students that please had made its way into his vocabulary. "Professor Snape will be accompanying you so he will be your potions master as well," Dumbledore spoke as Hermione felt her face drop. 'How unfair is that!' she exclaimed inside her mind. "To make you resolve some of your differences, you will be left alone, in this compartment, for the remainder of the train ride." McGonagall told them, before she and the other professors walked out.
"Don't try to get out. The door will be locked until we arrive at Hogwarts," Snape told them before adding, "Oh, here so you don't starve." Leaving them lunch, he quickly exited the car.
After they heard the door lock neither of them moved for a moment. It was like time was frozen as Hermione stared into Draco's eyes. Like nothing mattered in the world but her and Draco. Like noth-
"Professor said we need to work out our problems, and staring at me isn't going to help"
"Really? Who said I was looking at you?" Hermione slurred, slowly thinking of each before they left her mouth, quite aware she was turning bright red from being caught in the act. Draco cocked his eyebrow. "Sure, act like you weren't doing it too." 'Honestly, she sounds like a 2-yr old,' Draco thought as he chuckled.
"All right, so what if I was?" Taken back by his comment, Hermione just stared deeper into his grayish eyes. "I said, 'So what if I was?'" he repeated. "Its not everyday you come across a hot-headed know it all like yourself"
"That was uncalled for! Take it back!" she screamed at him, enraged by his comment. "This is not what the Professors had planned." Hermione, fed up with the blondes attitude, threw her arms in the air and crossed her legs in a huff.
Meanwhile, Draco crossed the small compartment to sit on the other side. No sooner had he lay down and closed his eyes had he drifted off to dreamland. A muttered "Great," was heard from the Gryffindor as she watched the sleeping Slytherin. She noticed how much he had grown over the summer, noting how his feet hung off the edges of the bench, almost reaching the floor. Her eyes shifted to his arms; thinking how safe and comforting they looked. Yes, muggle-born Hermione Granger was starting to have feelings for the prick. Hermione let her eyes wander up the rest of his body, making a mental note about his muscular chest. She moved her gaze to his lips, noting how perfect and round they looked, so kissable. She also noticed the way his hair looked, so soft as it fell askew across his face. It was now her turn to fall into slumber, which she did instantly, thinking of his strong arms holding her close to him, hearing his heart beat n sync with hers. Yet it was only a dream, a dream she unknowingly shared with Draco. Draco bolted upright not to long after Hermione fell asleep, looking around quickly to see if anyone had heard him moan her name. Relieved that no one was around, he looked over to Hermione, finding her in a peaceful sleep, looking much like an angel. Those long slender legs were curled up into her chest to remain on the seat, her curls bouncing against her chest as she breathed. He found himself thinking how he would love to run his fingers through that frizzy hair, hold her close to him, away from the danger that was about to occur; how he would love to keep her safe.
"Stop that, Draco, you can't think about her like that. She's a muggle for crying out loud." He scolded himself out loud, surprised when Hermione woke up. "Oh good, you're up," she said, smiling sweetly at him, seemingly having forgotten about their earlier fight. " Did you have a nice nap"
"Indeed, but now we have to get to work." The staring started again, neither of them knowing exactly what to say. They only knew that they were ordered to stop bickering and fighting in public, but neither knew how to go about following through with the order. "We need to stop fighting in public, and that includes insults," Draco said, being the first to speak.
"All right, truce?" she asked, holding out her hand for him to shake. "Truce," he answered, taking her soft, delicate hand in his, unintentionally holding longer than necessary. Anyone who had walked in at that moment could have seen that they were meant for each other. "I want you to know I still hate you, this is just an act I'm putting on." He slurred, quickly pulling his hand away. "I hate you too, just an act," she repeated, confirming the agreement was fine by her. Then she reached in her bag and pulled out a book, reading to pass the time. Draco lay back down and went to sleep, hoping that they got to Hogwarts soon.

They soon arrived at Hogwarts and were watching the sorting hat ceremony, sitting with their respective tables and friends. Again, as in previous years, the sorting hat warned them of danger that was yet to come, urging the houses to unite. "The head boy and girl have decided to have a Friendship Ball. It'll be at the end of first semester, and only fourth years and up will be allowed. The catch is you have to ask someone from a different house. No same house pairings will be allowed. I will tell you more details later." Dumbledore announced to the student body. "With that said, let's begin the feast." He raised his arms, causing food to appear on the four tables.
" 'Mione, when do you leave for New York?" Ron asked before taking a bite of his chicken.
"Friday morning"
"Good, that gives us time to plan," Ron whispered to Harry softly. Not so softly that Hermione couldn't hear however.
"Plan what?" She leaned over, smiling at her two best friends. Immediately, Harry said, "Nothing," then continued eating.
"Draco," Pansy Parkinson whined. "I can't believe you're leaving me for the first half of the school year! What do you suppose I do while you are gone?" Really, Draco liked Pansy and all but she could get extremely annoying when she whined or didn't get her way. "You'll manage," He told her coldly. As his eyes drifted to the bright-eyed Gryffindor laughing with her friends, his heart sank. He dismissed himself from the table, heading up to his room so that he could think in private.


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