PART 5—

After about 5 minutes of sitting in the compartment with Draco...you--and you could sense the same from everyone else—were starting to feel a little bit uncomfortable. So you decided to start a little conversation.

Soooo…are we going to sit here in silence while we wait for the train to start going again, or are we going to make the best of it—even with the circumstances we are in (you took a quick glance at draco)— by having a good time, or are we going to sit here like lumps of clay and do nothing? You said proudly. Within 5 minutes everyone was talking with someone else. Harry, Ron, and Ginny were having a conversation about Quidditch over in the corner while Luna sat on the floor, cross-legged reading "The Quibbler". As for you, you were talking with Draco near the window.

I understand that your father got fired-- you said politely. Yeah—but I don't want to talk about him… Draco said quickly. How come? You asked curiously because I hate my father-- he started to say but you cut him off by saying. But your always bragging about how you get all of these things from him-- this time Draco cut you off. Yes, but those things don't matter to me anymore. After I heard about what I was in store of—I ran away from there as fast as I could. But no one knows that so keep quiet about it ok. He said harshly. I will—but just wondering…what was in store for you? You asked him. Well, I found out over the summer that I was in line to be a death eater after I graduated. Well, I was not happy with my dad when I found out that because I had clearly told him that I did not want to be like that—but he didn't listen—so I got mad and confronted him. Well, he got a bit rude with me and hollered that I would do what he said as long as I was living under his roof. So that night I packed my things, and left. He said while a silence covered over that conversation.

You couldn't deny it anymore. This was the first time you really appreciated that Draco was just a normal teenager, like everyone else. That had to deal with nasty fights with parents, and friends. You actually felt a little bad for him. You made up your mind. You had to tell him how you felt—just as you opened your mouth a woman's' cool, clear voice filled the compartment—Sorry for the delay students…we should be back and rolling any second now. --It was right…not even a minute later the train was at full speed again. You sat there dazed for a second while staring at the darkness blurring outside the window. Hey—id better get back to my compartment, Hermione. Thank you for keeping me busy. Goodbye. Draco said to you. You didn't even have the chance to say anything to him as he left the compartment swiftly.

Not long after he left you were bombarded with questions about what you were talking about. —What did he say to you--, --did he hurt you-- and many others. SHUTUP FOR A SECOND AND LET ME THINK! You hollered. This made everyone shut up quickly. No he did not hurt me—and we were just having a nice conversation about—things you stated. What types of things? Ron asked curiously. That's not your concern now is it Ronald? You said matter-of-factly and sat there staring out the window. You heard Harry, Ron, and Ginny whispering in the background but you didn't care—even though you knew they were talking about you.

I wonder if she's telling the truth? Harry asked them. Good question—I mean have they ever sat next to one another on the train before and had a conversation-hell, have they ever had a conversation before? Ron wondered out loud. Something fishy is going on here—and I'm going to find out what it is… Ginny said surprised at her confidence to go against one of her best friends just to find out what she's hiding. She quickly regretted saying this as Ron and Harry both agreed to work together to find out what she was hiding.

The rest of the train ride went quickly. Hermione stayed rooted to her seat next to the window listening to the distant sounding yet so close murmurs of Harry, Ron, and Ginny. Luna still sitting on the floor, still reading her magazine, but you could tell she was eavesdropping on them, for she would position herself differently every time one of their voices lowered. They arrived at Hogwarts within twenty minutes. The sorting was quick, or rather quick for hermione seeing as she was sitting there—lost in her thoughts with a distant look in her eye. Many times Harry or Ron asked her if she was feeling ok but she didn't answer. They were quickly befuddled by their excellent feast (or rather Ron and Harry were, Hermione didn't eat much) and just as quickly up in their dormitories snoring.

But, not Hermione, she had all four of her curtains closed tightly; them only being disturbed the small gusts of wind blown in by the slightly open window making them rustle around but only to be still again moments later as if waiting for the wind to move them again. Hermione lay there, quite awake, thinking…She had been doing this a lot since Diagon Alley, just sitting there, lost in her thoughts of Draco and the haunting thought of possibly liking him, or possibly telling him how she truly felt. Yes, this thought haunted her. But not just her thoughts, it haunted her dreams, and basically every other aspect of her life. Possibly because everything she did made her think of him, though she did not know why…

ok well that's it for this story—hope you liked it. They should get a bit more interesting now, after this one. Please review! Thank you!