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Chapter 2: It Wasn't A Snogging Session!

"Bye Dad!" Ron and Ginny said in unison as they both hopped onto the familiar fiery-red Hogwarts Express.

"Bye Mr. Weasley, and thanks for the lift!" Harry said waving at the red-haired father who was also smiling and waving back. He also stepped onto the train.

The station was filled with swarms of people, kids, and families saying their last goodbyes. A handful of nervous first-years were embracing their parents rather tightly as if they did not want to go to Hogwarts. A few Muggle couples looked around cautiously at all the cages of owls, suitcases full of magical spellbooks, hats, wands, and the many other magical items that students were bringing along; they were even more anxious about Hogwarts than their children were.

Amidst all these fretful people, Ron, Ginny, and Harry were on the train now, looking for an empty compartment to sit in.

"Hey you guys!" exclaimed a familiar voice. Hermione was waving to them excitedly near the back of the train where most of the seventh years were.

Hermione had gotten a special compartment because she was the Head Girl this year. The three of them walked in and were very surprised to see highly cushioned seats, pillows, and even a Chocolate Frog vending machine in the corner of the compartment. The room was decorated with the Gryffindor colors--scarlet and gold--and had a very warm and welcome feel to it. This compartment was most certainly more spacious than all the others, and even had scarlet carpet lining the floor.

Ginny saw Hermione and felt a tiny stab of green-tipped jealousy. Hermione looked drop-dead gorgeous. Her sandy brown curls looked so soft and elegant as they bounced around and framed her face perfectly. She had on a flattering white lace top with a cute jean skirt. And since when had Miss Perfect Little Granger found some fashion sense? Ginny mused to herself.

Nevertheless, she happily plopped into the cushiony seat in front of Hermione as Ron sat beside Hermione. Ron had obviously noticed the changes too as he gave her a big grin and a tight hug. The couple started to kiss rather passionately right in front of Ginny and Harry, causing the two to be in a very awkward position. They glanced at each other for a second and quickly broke their gaze again.

"Er--guys," Harry started after a long silence. The two broke off immediately.

"Oh, haha silly me! I completely forgot you two were there. Here, Ron, let's make our way out and get some privacy," Hermione said, emphasizing the last word.

"Of course," Ron grinned, following Hermione as she grabbed his hand and led the way out of the compartment.

Harry and Ginny both let out a sigh of relief only to find themselves laughing hysterically seconds after the two left.

"Did you see that? They really gave their tongues a work out!" Ginny said, almost in tears of laughter.

"Yeah, they were really at it," Harry said laughing also.

"I thought it would never-," Ginny was stopped when she saw Harry's eyes glued to hers. "end." she finished her sentence almost inaudibly.

Ohmygod, she thought. Her heart was beating rapidly and it was as if time just froze right then and there. She just wanted to melt right in her seat. Harry's warm emerald eyes seemed to have a certain sparkle in them as he edged closer to Ginny. His hand slithered across his seat and found hers and Ginny interlaced her fingers with his almost subconsciously. Their faces were very close now, just a hair apart. He closed her eyes and she did the same and Ginny could feel his warm breath on her face. Her hand then slid around his neck just as their soft lips touched...

BOOM!

"Potter and Weasley--who would've thought?" came a sneering voice. Ginny and Harry quickly tore apart. Both of their hearts were almost hurting with longing and lust. But for now, they were more pissed than hurt.

Draco Malfoy, Prat of the Century, was standing in their compartment door with a disgusting smirk on his face.

"Go away, Malfoy," Harry said angrily. "Go and find yourself another compartment."

"Oh, actually, I already have one. Being the Head Boy certainly has its advantages," Draco's slimy voice said. "Mine's right across from yours. Luckily, it doesn't have the nauseating Gryffindor colors but the more brilliant Slytherin's. Those decorators are so thoughtful," Draco said nonchalantly as he took a look at his nails, buffing them a bit.

Ginny and Harry were both digusted. Harry got up angrily to slam the door in Draco's face, but luckily Draco avoided this by quickly leaving and entering his own compartment. He slammed the door anyway and plopped back down on his cushiony seat beside Ginny with a frustrated look on his face.

"That slimy, evil, bastard," Ginny fumed. "He had no right to barge in on us like that!"

"He's probably told the whole Slytherin house about our snogging session," Harry said angrily. "Great."

Ginny blushed as Harry referred back to their "snogging session". It wasn't even snogging, their lips had barely touched. Then her eyes widened as she thought of what everyone would think when they heard that she and Harry had been caught "kissing". She began to mutter all the bad words she could ever call Draco just when a dissheveled Ron and Hermione entered the compartment.

Ron's hair was messy and bits of it was sticking up. Ginny guessed that the two had another passionate snog-a-thon. Hermione was happy, bouncy, and cheerful like she usually was. She sat down on the compartment and smiled sheepishly at Ginny and Harry.

"So, I've heard that you two were having a great time in here!" Hermione said.

Stupid bloody git, that Malfoy, Ginny thought. Draco-Bloody-Malfoy.

"Oh, who says?" Ginny demanded childishly.

"Oh come on, Ginny, once Lavender and Parvati hear something, they can't keep their mouths shut. Especially if it's something about a snogging session!"

"It wasn't a snogging session!" snapped Ginny. Her face felt hot and she knew it was probably as red as a tomato. She couldn't bare to look up at Harry who had gotten very quiet.

"Yeah, sure," Ron said, smiling broadly. He was glad that his little sister had finally found someone decent to have a crush on.

"Well, I hate to leave you guys but I have some things I have to take care of, being Head Girl you know," she winked at her friends. She quickly reapplied some of her lip gloss and hurried out of the compartment.

Draco plopped down onto the comfy seat of his new, spacious compartment. He closed his eyes and thought of her. She was more than beautiful, she was amazing, breath-taking. Who would have thought? Hermione Granger, the new Aphrodite of the Seventh Year class. In just a year she had transformed into a blossoming flower of youth, full of radiance and beauty. He wanted her. More than anything else.

Just then, the door of his compartment was opened and in came two girls, Pansy Parkinson and Blaise Zabini.

"Draco!" squealed Pansy as she lunged towards him, wrapping her arms around him. "Sweety, I can't believe you've been made Head Boy!"

Draco sighed as he awoke from his daydreaming and patted Pansy on the back. Pansy was pretty, but not as pretty as Hermione. She was just there as a sort of arm-ornament to be seen in public with. Actually, Pansy annoyed the hell out of him.

"Of course it's believable, Pansy. It's me, Draco Malfoy, only the handsomest, cleverest person in the entire school," Draco said.

"Hmm, well we were worried about that Potter boy getting the position instead," Blaise said, twirling one of her shiny raven-colored locks around her finger. She was one of the few girls in Slytherin who actually had some intelligence, but even that was not a lot. "You know, since he's defeated the Dark Lord numerous times and all that rubbish."

"What can I say, Potter doesn't have the same pureblood qualities as I," Draco said with his familiar air of arrogance.

There came a knock at the door.

"Malfoy?"

The voice was familiar. Bloody hell, it was Hermione! thought Draco.

"Come in, Granger," Draco said, peeling Pansy off him. "Pansy, Blaise: why don't you two go visit some other people while the Head Girl and I discuss some of our duties?"

A pouting Pansy and a suspicious Blaise then left the compartment, bumping into Hermione on purpose on their way out.

Hermione slowly walked into the compartment. She really did not want to be there, but she had to let some of her Head Girl qualities shine through.

"Malfoy, I just wanted to give you my congratulations on being chosen for Head Boy," she said flatly, looking at him. "You know, even though everyone in Gryffindor is talking about how Harry should have been--" She was cut off short as Draco advanced in on her and held her tightly, then forced a long kiss on her lips. Hermione tried to tear away but her strength could not match his.

Just then, two people burst into the compartment.

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