Chapter 2 There's a buffet cart?

Hermione walked down the train looking for the Head Girl and Boy compartments. She had been given a letter in the holidays and was thrilled. She was upset however, that neither Ron nor Harry had been given the position of Head Boy and that she had to leave them chatting in their own little compartment but she was glad that it would probably be the gorgeous boy from Ravenclaw that often gave her looks when she passed him.

She found the section of the train she had been searching for and battled with her handbags into behaving on the luggage shelf. Her male opposite hadn't arrived as yet and she settled by the window as the English countryside rushed before her.

She heard the door opening and turned around, eager to see who she would be sharing a dorm with. She looked up and her mouth dropped open.

'Oh God,' she muttered before turning back to her safety position at the window.

'Ah Granger! Well this is somewhat of a surprise,' Malfoy sneered whilst rolling his eyes. He sat on the opposite side of Hermione and dropped his bags on the floor, staring at her. She uttered a quiet 'tuh' and took off her boots so she could put her feet on the seats.

' Please Granger, we both have to survive in here!' cried Malfoy raising a hand to his nose, chuckling. Hermione snatched up her boots, chucked them on the seat beside her and smiled sarcastically at him.

'Bugger off Malfoy, I don't know what makes you such a twat but it definitely works!!' She turned away and stared back at the window. She oozed confidence but her insides were bubbling furiously and she had to try very hard not to smile at his confused face.

Draco regained some of his coolness and scoffed,

'Well aren't we being a bit of a bitch today Granger, what happened to you over the summer?!'

'Tell you what, lets play horse, I'll be the front end and you just be yourself k?' Hermione retorted with an inspirational speed.

'Anything as long as I'm behind you sweetheart,' replied Draco, trying a different approach. Hermione's eyes widened and she covered her face, which was now smiling. Draco was pleased he had finally gained some control over the situation. A few minutes had passed when Malfoy said,

' Nice attire you have on there Granger,' looking her up and down. And he wasn't lying either, he was actually very impressed. She was wearing a tight dark green shirt that revealed a slight section of her black lacy bra. She had some tight black jeans on and of course, her stiletto boots.

Hermione had been reading a magazine and looked up, one eyebrow raised.

' Screw you, perv.' She smiled, caught off guard.

'Gladly.' He pushed himself up and unzipped his jeans, grinning.

Hermione threw her magazine at him,

'I was joking, loser!' she laughed. He laughed along with her. They both realized what they were doing and quickly stopped . Hermione's eyes looked around in shock and she turned yet again to the window, not knowing where else to look. Had Malfoy and her just laughed...together??! She heard him cough, embarrassed he had given his emotion away and just shared a joke with the 'mudblood' as he once called her.

There was an awkward silence until there was a knock at the door and Ron and Harry came in.

'So whose the lucky guy...' Ron started until he set his eyes on the Head Boy.

'...MALFOY!!!'

Malfoy was unfazed. He looked away saying,

'I'm busy right now, can I ignore you some other time?' Ron's face was beetroot red with anger.

'Malfoy!!?? Him?? Over...Head BOY!! Him!!! Over ME!!?'

Hermione was cringing in the corner, sitting with her legs on the seat, in the foetal position.

'You know, it sounds like English but I just can't understand a word you are saying,' Malfoy said, amused.

'Oh shut up you little shit,' Harry stepped in, trying to hold Ron back. He smiled weakly at Hermione and she smiled back. Malfoy saw their little interaction and felt a twinge of jealousy, he was the one that flirted with her!

'Oh spare me Potter, why don't you just go shag her!'

All the movement in the compartment came to a halt. Ron stopped protesting, Harry stopped holding him back, Hermione stopped cringing.

'What??!' The three cried in unison. Malfoy felt all their gazes fixed upon him.

'Oh forget it, I've had about bloody enough of this, I'm going to the buffet cart!' He stood up and walked out, slamming the door.

Ron looked at the other two in bewilderment,

'There's a buffet cart???'