A/N: Hey Peoples! I'm so pleased you all are loving this story. Especially the reviewers who read all my stories. Just so you readers who do read all my stories, part two... the sequel to Everything Changes is now up! Now to this story, which is becoming my fave to write!
DISCALIMER: Like I have said before if I owned Harry Potter I would be writing the sixth book, so no I don't own Harry Potter!
Chapter Three: Another Fight
The train was fifteen minutes away from Hogsmeade. Ginny and Ron had left a few minutes ago along with Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle. Draco was glaring at Hermione expectantly. Hermione knowing very well what he wanted smiled at him to just annoy him.
"You can wait til I return from changing into my uniform Malfoy," said Hermione standing up and walking to the change room at the back of the compartment.
Draco glared at Hermione as she passed him, leaving Draco alone with a hissing Crookshanks.
"Oh this is just lovely," thought Draco, "Mudblood Granger getting the better of me. If my father saw... why do I even care what he thinks?"
Draco sighed, not that you could hear him do so, and starred out the side window at the night sky. The moon was shining brightly through the patchy grey clouds. Draco's head snapped in the direction of the noise of Hermione entering the room again.
Again Draco glared at Hermione expectantly.
"Okay fine," sighed Hermione, "Don't chuck a hissy fit. That would only show you being the girl we all know you are."
Draco's face went red with anger and Hermione reversed the spell allowing him to speak.
"About time!" yelled Draco, "Who do you think you are?"
"Well Malfoy, I'm pretty sure I'm Hermione Granger."
Draco rolled his eyes, "Oh great comeback."
"You know what?" sighed Hermione, "Arguing with you is a waste of my time and breath."
"I couldn't agree more."
"My god the Great Draco Malfoy agrees with a filthy little mudblood, what on earth is the world coming too?"
"I dunno," muttered Draco before going to change.
Hermione frowned at his retreating back, "What on earth did that mean?" thought Hermione.
With a shrug of her shoulders Hermione put Crookshanks back in his cage and packed away a few things.
The train finally reached its destination. Hermione got of the train and found Ron.
"Ron, could you please take Crookshanks?" asked Hermione, "I have to help the first years get to the boats."
"Sure thing. I'll see you at the Feast," grinned Ron.
"Thankyou so much."
With a quick hug Hermione ran back over to the train where a group of first years were waiting with Draco glaring at them all.
"About time Granger," snapped Draco looking at her.
Hermione smiled sweetly at him and than smiled at the nervous first years.
"No need to be nervous," said Hermione, "I'm Hermione Granger your Headgirl and this boy is Draco Malfoy your Headboy. Okay we are both going to lead you down to the boats. Waiting for you there will be Professor Hagrid. He will take you across the lake where you will than be led across the grounds to the Great Hall. Waiting for you there with be Professor McGonagall. Okay lets go and please stick together."
Hermione turned and started walking the first years following close behind. Draco took up the rear, hurrying any stragglers up.
They walked down a winding path, there robes whipping out behind them due to the cool breeze from the lake.
"Hello Hagrid!" greeted Hermione.
"Hi yer Hermione!" boomed Hagrid, "Well you an' Malfoy best get back to your carriage."
"Okay, you right here?"
"I'm fine. Off yer go! Don' want ter be late do yer?"
"No. Bye Hagrid."
"See yer later."
Hermione brushed past Draco and back up the dark winding hill. Draco followed close behind absently watching Hermione's hips sway as she walked.
"Lumos!" muttered Hermione as she nearly slipped.
It was much easier going down. Hermione looked up at the darkened sky and saw that dark clouds had blocked the moon and starlight. A bright white flash of lightly flickered across the sky followed by the rumble of thunder.
"It's going to rain," said Draco looking up at the clouds.
Hermione just mumbled a reply and hurried up the hill. Draco also quickened his pace, lighting his wand.
More lightening flashed, this time catching Hermione by surprise.
"Scared of storms Granger?" snickered Draco.
"Unlike you, no I'm not," snapped Hermione as they reached even ground.
"I'm not scared Granger. Do you need Potter to hug you?"
"I have no use for cheaters."
Draco smirked at Hermione's cold voice, she sounded very Slytherin like. Something he had never expected Hermione to sound like. Opening the carriage door Draco climbed in followed by Hermione who snapped it shut behind her.
They both sat across from each other determined to ignore the person in front of them. Hermione starred out the window up at the sky full of lightening. Draco gazed at the well cared for grounds.
The ride to the castle was actually a quiet one. Hermione jumped out of the carriage first walking to the castle straight away. Glancing at the grounds she saw Hagrid leading the first years to the castle. With a smile on her face Hermione walked into the Entrance Hall, only to be greeted by Professor McGonagall.
"Good evening Miss Granger. Congratulation's on making Headgirl," said the professor smiling.
"Thankyou Professor," replied Hermione.
"Mr Malfoy." Hermione noticed the change in McGonagall's tone.
Looking behind her Hermione saw Draco walk in.
"Evening Professor," said Draco coldly.
McGonagall glared at Draco before turning back to Hermione, "You both may proceed in."
"Thankyou," said Hermione walking in with Draco.
"Stupid old tart," muttered Draco as they neared the Great Hall.
"She is not you stupid prat!" replied Hermione.
"Oh that's right. You're her favourite student. Goody goody Granger."
They both came a to a halt at the Great Hall doors, unaware of the crowd watching them, including an amused, wise old Professor.
"Favourite student?" cried Hermione, "Oh that's just rich! Malfoy if anyone here is a teachers pet its you! At least Professor McGonagall doesn't play favourites!"
"And who are you saying plays favourites?"
"Let's see. Long nose, greasy hair, always dresses in black, has something against the cheat. I think that clearly describes only one Professor at Hogwarts."
"Oh do tell."
"Snape."
"Snape?"
"Yes Snape. Oh ten points to Mr Malfoy for cutting his plant roots up in proper squares," mimicked Hermione, "Oh wait there's more believe me. Twenty points from Gryffindor for breathing."
"That's utter crap Granger."
"No it's not and you know it Malfoy."
"Want to talk about favourites huh? Well I guess you weren't Potter's favourite seeing as he had someone else filling in that spot."
"What about you? You seem to have a new favourite girl everyday... no wait every hour it's a new favourite girl. Who is it this hour? Pansy? Or Millicent? No wait now that the cheat has finished with Lavender she'll become your new favourite? Am I right?"
"Please welcome your Headgirl and Headboy for 2004!" came a voice out of nowhere.
Hermione and Draco jumped and turned to look in front of them to see the Great Hall. Everyone was focused on them including the Professors.
Hermione and Draco walked in shooting glares at each other.
"Filthy mudblood," muttered Draco.
"Jumping ferret," replied Hermione before they parted ways.
Hermione quickly sat beside Ron ignoring Harry's pleading eyes.
"What was that all about?" whispered Ron.
"It started with him calling McGonagall an old tart. Than what you heard was the rest," replied Hermione as the first years entered.
"Oh well," nodded Ron, "You won't believe who's the new DADA teacher."
"Who?"
"Have a look for yourself."
Hermione craned her neck up at the teacher's table and saw bright pink hair.
"Tonks!" cried Hermione, "Oh my god!"
Tonks waved happily at Hermione who waved back.
"Extra precaution me and Ginny reckon," said Ron quietly, "You know with You-Know-Who and all."
"Yeah. Do you think this years it?"
"The big battle?"
"Yeah."
"Who knows?"
"He's laying low... which means he could be up to anything."
"Only time will tell."
A/N: Not much I know. But you know... I'm working out what should happen, how Herms and Draco's relationship should develop. Any ideas? If you have some, do tell!
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