A/N: firstly apologies for some appalling misuse of the English language in that last chapter-u instead of you?!

Secondly, thank you to my beta readers, Squid and Abi(who obviously did a FANTASTIC job on the last chapter.

And thirdly, keep on with the reviewing guys! I hope you like the story

Chapter 2: Mad 'Mione, Mad Malfoy.

Hermione stormed down the corridor fuming. It had never really crossed her mind that she would not be Head Girl and now...she came across an empty compartment and, after placing a silencing charm around the door, sat down inside and allowed herself to burst into tears. She just could not understand how Ron, RON, who, lets face it, was not one of the brightest of people, could get Head Boy, yet she could not get Head Girl.

She sat and fumed, thinking of all the ways she had proved herself over the years. Suddenly Hermione was dragged out of her dark cloud by what sounded like someone kicking the door. Looking up she saw the outline of a tall blonde person banging their head against the frosted glass. She disabled the charm and huddled into the corner behind the door, waiting to see what this furious person would do.

"Fucking bastard! After all my dad did! I'll make him pay, him, and that idiot Weasly and that whore of a Ravenclaw."

Hermione could not withhold a gasp as Draco Malfoy stormed in. She wasn't sure if she was more surprised at his lack of his usual cool, or the fact that he was without Crabbe and Goyle for once. He spun round at the noise and his eyes narrowed as he saw her crouched in the corner. It suddenly dawned on Hermione that here probably wasn't the safest place to be.

"What the fuck are you doing here mudblood?" he spat the word so hard she felt the force of his emotions like a knife.

"Malfoy, you call me that one more time and you won't know what has hit you. I've as much right to be in here as you. And I could ask you exactly the same question." Hermione was having none of it, and drew herself up as she spoke. They glared at each other for a full minute before he sank into one of the seats in the compartment and put his head in his hands. She was shocked at this uncharacteristic display and felt compelled to sit herself next to him and comfort him as she would have done to Harry or Ron.

But this was not Harry, and most definitely not Ron. This was Draco Malfoy, the Golden Trio's arch enemy. Scrap that she thought as she heard a smothered sob. This was the Golden Trio's arch enemy...crying!

Something was definitely wrong with the world today.

Going against instinct Hermione gingerly sat next to him and placed an arm around his shoulder. She felt him relax into her for an instant before he stiffened and his head shot up.

"Don't touch me m...Granger! I want to be clean when I get to school." He snarled like a caged animal as she leapt away from him. But he had accepted her for a moment. Maybe there was hope yet.

"Purely to satisfy my curiosity, what's the matter?"

"Fuck off. Just so you can go spread it round the school? I don't think so."

Hermione rolled her eyes. Could this boy be any more self centered?

"For God's sake stop swearing. I've had just as bad a day as you, you idiot. As amazing as it may sound, I'm trying to help. Is there anything wrong with that?"

She noted he looked taken aback and allowed her inner Hermione a smirk. But outside she remained calm. She couldn't help but feel pity for the poor sod. It had to be something really bad to make Malfoy cry.

"My dad's going to kill me." No surprise there she thought. She knew enough about Lucius Malfoy's treatment of his family to fill a book.

"He paid everyone in sight to get me Head Boy, including the board of governors," again no surprise "and still that old fool Dumbledore chooses Ron Weasley over ME!"

"I know how you feel. 'Cept for the whole bribes thing" Hermione sighed.

They turned to look at each other, both wearing the same shocked expression that they were agreeing with each other. But it was not to last for long.