A/N: Thank you the nice people who have reviewed! And the rest of you lazy lot, carry on and enjoy. (Btw this is my first fan fic and I'm really going where the story takes me at the moment, so forgive any discrepancies)

Chapter 3: The Day Gets Better

The train jolted to a stop and the boy and girl were thrown onto the floor in a jumble of arms and legs. They disentangled themselves and scrambled apart, breathing heavily. Hermione's gaze dropped from Draco's face and she stood up, brushing her robes.

"What was that? We should go and see!"

"It's not our problem. Go back to perfect Potter and stop tainting the air, Granger." Malfoy turned away, failing to see the look of shock on her face.

"Fuck off, Malfoy," she turned on her heel and stalked out of the door, back towards her compartment.

The next thing Draco heard was Hermione's scream.

He ran out into the corridor and halted as he saw the shattered glass, glittering like diamonds on the floor. Hermione lay in the middle of these fake jewels, bleeding slightly from a cut on her forehead. Forgetting himself, he started towards her, seeing only an injured girl, not the 'ugly mudblood' he usually saw. However, Draco stopped as he saw Harry leave his own compartment.

Harry looked up and saw his enemy standing there, over his best friend, over his love, who was unconscious and bleeding surrounded by the shards of shattered windowpane. She must have been hit with something strong, the windows were heavily spelled.

"What have you done to her you bastard?" he yelled, advancing upon Malfoy.

Draco pulled himself together. No one spoke to him like that. To think he let that...girl speak like that without reprimand.

"The mudblood got what she deserved" he smirked. It wouldn't hurt his reputation if everyone thought he'd broken the spells on the train and stunned the cleverest witch in the school he mused, as he sauntered away, leaving Harry to rush to Hermione's aid. He was almost successful at drowning out his feeling of guilt.

For the second time in two hours Harry was bringing Hermione around with his wand.

"What did he do to you?" he gently asked her as her eyes fluttered open. He had to get his mind off the fact that her head was lying in his lap.

"He didn't. Well, I don't think he did. I saw a flash of green from the window heading towards me. So it can't have been him. Whoever we're talking about." She seemed flustered and Harry was not surprised. Only one spell was strong enough to break through the spells on the train. And only one spell that strong showed with a green light. He smiled slightly to himself. She had survived the Avada Kedavra curse and was left with a scar. They were meant for each other.

"The spells on the train saved your life." he explained to her. "They must have drawn power from the curse."

"Will all students please return to their compartments. A slight fault with the train has been rectified and we will be arriving at Hogwarts shortly. I repeat. Will all students return to their compartments." McGonagall's voice boomed through the train.

Hermione leant on Harry in the compartment and sighed. Harry steeled himself to put his arm around her and she sank into him.

"This must mean that firstly a powerful wizard is on the loose, he's after me, or someone who looks like me, he caused the engine fault and he's near Hogwarts. What are we going to do Harry? School hasn't even started yet and already there's this..." There was a kind of tired hopelessness to her voice. The teachers had to know about what happened, but if this wizard, or witch, managed to be so powerful as to destroy the window, what could the teachers do? She chewed her lip and turned her head into Harry's chest, finding comfort knowing that he would not take this the wrong way.

However, what she knew was not what was fact. Harry was getting ideas, and very wrong ideas at that. He lifted up her chin so he could see right into her eyes.

"We'll get through it together" he said huskily. With that he ducked his head and met her lips with his. Unable to hold back too much he forced his tongue into her mouth and brushed her breast with his hand.

At first Hermione was too shocked to do anything but sit there, but as he started to touch her she pulled away and stood up. She looked at him awkwardly for a minute, before backing out of the compartment.

Feeling the train slow down she moved towards the doors, and as soon as the train stopped, hurried to the carriages. Seeing Ginny and a few friends already seated, she ran up and joined them, thankful that she took the last space.