The compartment door slid open with ease. Draco stepped inside and shut the door behind him. He looked around and decided that the whole prefect mistake, if it was a mistake, was a pretty good mistake after all.

He walked towards the glass table in the middle and picked up a bottle of chilled mineral water, examining the clear, cool liquid inside the opaque bottle. He popped open the cover and sat down on one of the couches, daintily sipping the fresh spring water.

The whistle blew. Draco looked out of the compartment window. Outside, the scenery started to change very slowly. The train was starting to move.

"So, I'm THAT much closer to my dreary doom," He voiced out in a loud singsong voice to no one in particular.

Suddenly he heard a loud noise coming from the compartment next to his. He sprang to his feet and walked out the door, bottle in hand.

He was curious. Things like these were always the norm on the Hogwarts Express actually. He never really did bother. But that was last time. Where he had plans to plan and schemes to scheme alongside his old cronies. He was alone now. Might as well make the best of it.

"Excuse me?"

Draco whipped around. His hand was on the knob, seconds away from turning it. He released his grip from the cold metal, thinking the inhabitant of the compartment inside had returned, and was about to give him a sound pounding. Funny how people jump into conclusions when you are alone.

"Excuse me?" The man asked again.

So it was a man, not a student. Draco exhaled slowly, his right hand over his heaving chest.

"Are you okay?" The man said, reaching out to steady Draco, who seemed to be near fainting.

"Yes. I am perfectly fine," Draco said, trying to regain his pride. "May I help you?"

"Indeed, young man," The man said, clearing his throat. "Would you direct me to Professor McGonagall's compartment? I have urgent business with her."

Draco looked the man up and down, taking in the all-black attire he was dressed in. He noted the trenchcoat hanging on the crook of his arm and the heavy boots. He decided to ignore the odd attire and give the man what he wanted.

"She's at the driver's compartment." He said, "Straight ahead."

"Thank you." The man said, giving a slight smile and turning away.

Draco stared after him, watching the man move down the corridor with graceful ease. He fixed his stare at the back of the man's auburn ponytail, wondering what business would he have with the deputy headmistress.

The noise came again. It sounded as if some one was trying to break the glass window. A prefect was trying to break down the window. He snorted. Things were getting weirder and weirder everyday.

He turned the knob and stepped inside. A bottle of water went zooming pass his head, missing him by a few centimetres.

"What the deuce?" He exclaimed, jumping aside.

Draco scanned the compartment. It was empty. His brow creased in confusion. Some one hurled a bottle at him just moments ago. The bottle was still rolling on the floor.

"Show yourself!" He shouted.

Obviously, no one replied to his shouts. Draco looked up to the ceiling, expecting to see a masked-man dangling up there, on the miniature chandelier. There was no one there.

He was about to run out of the compartment and burst into hysterics. Some one DID try to knock him senseless. But there was no one there! He spun on his heel and bumped straight into a certain red-haired, freckled faced boy, who happened to be taller than him by a head.

"Malfoy!" Ron screamed, pushing the blonde boy away from his chest.

"What do you think you were doing, sneaking up on me like that?" Draco shouted back, grabbing the edge of a couch to balance himself. "And what a pathetic way to attempt murder, Weasley. A bottle, you weasel. How stupid."

"Look, I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about, ferret. Stop babbling like a baby and get out!"

All Draco Malfoy wanted to do at that very moment was to throttle the tall boy, but thought better of it. He was defenceless against the long, gangly arms and already balled-up fists. He would rather eat slugs than pick a fight with the new and improved Weasley.

Draco shut his mouth and brushed pass Ron and out of the compartment, picking up the bottle on his way out. He glanced backwards for a moment. The weasel was staring at him with his mouth wide open. He could see confusion, surprise, no, make that astonishment, in the eyes of his supposed-attacker.

"That little git must think that I've gone all soft. Draco Malfoy, gone soft. Wow! He must be really eager to tell Potter and Granger. And they'll have a real big field day. Prat!" He muttered to himself, rolling his eyes at intervals.

He wrenched his compartment door open and strode in, fuming inwardly. Again and again he kept wondering who had been in the compartment before he came in. Why did the person run away? Why did the person attempt to break the window? What was Weasley doing in the prefect's part of the train?

"Nah! Maybe the same case as me," He muttered, shrugging the thought off.

Why would anyone want to knock him unconscious? Was it even done on purpose? The thoughts went whirling, whirling round his head till they got too garbled up to break apart.

"Ah, bugger!" He said, dropping down to the couch, closing his eyes.

"Excuse me?"

"She's up front with the driver. It's up along the corridor. You'll never miss it." He replied, automatically, eyes still closed. He had enough of people asking him directions to McGonagall. He couldn't see why they didn't figure it out earlier.

"Thanks." The voice said, softly, sweetly…like bells, tinkling in the zephyrs.

Draco shot up from his place on the couch and wrenched his eyes open.

"Hey, wait a second!" He said, getting up from the luxurious couch and heading towards the door. He was positive it was the golden girl from the train station. "Wait!"

He dashed out of the compartment, holding onto the doorframe for balance. His head swung wildly from side to side. There was no sign of the girl, not even the sounds of her footsteps.

"Agh!" He muttered in frustration. Why should he be frustrated anyway? This was so un-Draco Malfoy-ish. He ran his fingers through his hair, gripping his head like a vice.

"Looking for me?"

She had suddenly popped out of nowhere. He didn't hear her coming and he certainly never did see her behind the sliding door. Her scent was never in the air just now, but now it was. All cinnamon, honeysuckle, gloriously lingering around his space. He thought it was very odd. But nevertheless, he was glad.

"Emm…err…not…really." He stuttered, slowly turning around to face the source of that melodious voice.

"Then why did you dash out of the door, shouting for me?" She said, head cocked to the side.

Draco examined the girl once more. She looked even more beautiful at a closer range. Her hair was up in a messy bun; her curls were framing her luminous face. Her eyes were light brown, with gold specks; slightly winged at the edges, making her look partially Asian. Her nose was proportionately small, he noted. Her lips were full and small, with a sheet of gold encapsulating them.

"What are you looking for?" She asked, tilting her face upwards so her eyes made contact with his.

"Something." He said absentmindedly, mesmerised by her stare.

The girl raised her eyebrows and started to move away, breaking the contact. Draco jolted awake, thinking about how foolish he must have looked.

"Ciao!" She waved, not looking back.

For the first time in his life, Draco Malfoy was speechless. And not only that, he looked like a total idiot.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it took such a long time to get up. I was off for a really nice holiday! Yay! Thanks for the reviews everyone. This chapter is kinda stupid and corny because it's a 10 minute kinda thing. I swear to god that I will make the next one less stupider. PLEASE REVIEW! (I know this chapter is the corniest, stupidest and the most nonsensical chapter I have ever done!)

DISCLAIMER: Need I repeat!? This does not belong to me except for now I own the girl and the stupid plot.