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The cab driver pulled up to the curb at 10:55 a.m. and once again Hermione ignored his attempts at un-loading her luggage.

By 10:58 she was through the barrier and hurrying onto the train. She knocked a terrified first year out of her way as she rushed to the Head's compartment. She would NOT be late.

As she slipped into the compartment, she found it to be empty. At least no one would be there to witness her flustered expression.

Settling into her bench and lifting her book up closely around her face, she let herself fall into the silence… Although she slowly realized that the compartment wasn't completely silent.

Hermione set her book down on the floor and sat up, her ears open for any noises. She was about to give up when she heard a muffled noise from the luggage closet. She stealthily crept over to the closet and pressed her ear up to the door. She grimaced as she heard the muffled sounds.

"Oh Draco, don't stop! OH! Keep going! AH! AH!"

In horror, Hermione pulled her head away from the door. Assuming that the other person in the closet was a female, she unwillingly took in the information that Draco was the new Head Boy.

She felt her way over to the door and opened it, and shut it loudly. She quickly sat down, slipping an innocent expression into place. She was surprised at how easy it came upon her, and how guilt free she felt.

Noticing that the passionate noises had ceased, Hermione grinned and pulled the book up around her face again, waiting for the couple to emerge.

Several seconds later, a flushed Pansy Parkinson, quickly followed by an equally flushed Draco Malfoy, emerged from the closet.

Draco quickly covered his real emotions and replaced his slightly shocked face with an easy smirk.

"So Granger, you've finally decided to arrive. It's a pity you didn't arrive earlier, you could've… joined in on the fun." He gestured lazily to the now abandoned closet. Pansy licked her lips and slid her arms around Draco's chest. Hermione turned away from the couple and paid all her attention to her book.

Draco just shrugged and sat down, pulling Pansy down with him.

Pansy Parkinson was the most well-known and gorgeous girl of Hogwarts. She also happened to be the biggest whore of Hogwarts. She gave herself to ANY remotely good-looking male, and EVERYONE knew it.

Shuddering, Hermione focused on her book intently, trying to block out Pansy's disturbing giggles.

A moment or two later Pansy disentangled herself from Draco and kissed him lightly on the cheek, and slid out of the compartment. Draco redirected his attention to Hermione, just staring.

Feeling his gaze drift over her lazily, Hermione looked up at him and caught him staring. She narrowed her eyes at his comfortable smirk.

"What are you staring at, Malfoy?" She snapped, locking her gaze with his.

His smirk turned into a determined grin. "Do I really need to answer you, Granger? I think it's pretty obvious."

Hermione only narrowed her eyes further. She rolled her eyes. "Whatever Malfoy. Just don't get any ideas of "trying" anything." She turned back to her book and flipped a page. Draco just continued to stare at her.

She really had no idea what he was staring at. Hermione was a bushy haired bookworm. She didn't wear makeup, she ALWAYS had flushed cheeks and she hated her eyes. In her opinion, her eyes were an ugly brown color, and her long fluttering eyelashes didn't make her think of ANYTHING pretty. She did have a desirable figure, but she carefully covered it with the clothes she wore. She didn't think like a man, and she didn't realize that she really was beautiful. Again she wondered, was he mad? Malfoy could have any girl at any place, but he was staring at her.

Pushing all thoughts of Malfoy "wanting" her, she shifted on her bench, not noticing that her robes pushed up a tad, revealing her pale calf.

Malfoy leaned back on his bench, his eyes running up from ankle to her thigh. He grinned.

"Nice knickers, Mudblood." Malfoy said, knowing that her knickers weren't showing at all. He laughed slightly at her reaction.

She jumped up, dropping her book and straightening her robes repeatedly. Realizing that her private garments weren't visible, she calmed down and sank back down onto the bench. As she retrieved her book, Draco grabbed her arm, snaking it around her waist, making her drop her book again and run out of the compartment.

Draco, finally alone, sat back down again. He smirked and turned over her book, reading the title. "Running with the Dark Side." His smirk widened.

"So… Innocent little Granger isn't as innocent as she lets on…"

-

Hermione fled through the train hall, cursing Draco silently. She looked into every compartment that she passed, looking for Harry and Ron.

Upon reaching the end of the train, she sighed in relief. There sat Harry and Ron and… Her eyes widened.

Draped comfortably across Harry and Ron's lap, sat Pansy Parkinson.

In a rage Hermione stomped into the compartment.

"What in the world are you doing with her!" She screeched.

Hearing Hermione's outburst, all three of them turned to look at her. Terrified, Ron dropped the strand of blonde hair he was previously stroking.

"Uh uh, we erm, thought you were in the Head's compartment…" Ron muttered.

Harry pushed Pansy off of him. "What were you doing on me! You know that I don't like you like that!" He shouted, blushing and trying to convince Hermione to believe him.

Pansy stood up and walked up to Hermione, making sure they were nose to nose.

"These two have told me all about you, Granger. About how you're always harping at them, pushing them into doing things that you think is 'right.' But guess what, Granger. They're sick of you. They don't want you in their group of friends, and they were planning to break all this to you tonight at the feast, but I decided that that would cause too much of a scene, and that's why I'm telling you now. Isn't that right, boys?"

Looking down at their laps, both red in the face, they nodded. Hermione gasped and backed away slowly. But before leaving the compartment, she said one last thing.

"It was nice knowing you, Weasley, Potter." And with that, she slammed the compartment door shut.