A/N: This chapter is dedicated to DumDumditz23, because she is the one who made me update today! Lol. Thanks to everyone who reviewed/read! You are making this story happen.

Chapter Three: The Thoughts

Hermione woke with a start. She ran her delicate hand across her damp forehead and took in her surroundings. She was in a compartment on the Hogwarts' Express. Alone. Why? She couldn't remember.

She gradually stood up and winced in pain from the crick in her neck. She opened the door and walked down the isle, scanning for compartment number six. She hesitantly reached for the handle, Harry's actions flooding back. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door quickly and painlessly, only to find her two best friends asleep.

Sighing in relief, she sat down quietly and gazed out the window into the dark, starless sky. She was silently dreading the twenty questions she would receive when the boys woke up. 'What were doing, thinking about Draco?' 'What was the meeting about?' 'What took you so long?' 'You do realize that you called Ron, Weasley? Right?' 'Why were you thinking about Draco?'

Yes, she had realized that she almost spilled her beans about thinking of Draco, and Harry had caught her. Yes, she had realized that she had called Ron, Weasley, and Harry had once again caught her. Mentally, she was kicking her ass for it.

Hermione lightly rubbed her temple in a circular motion, willing away the pounding headache. She felt a mess. Her neck and head were throbbing, her thoughts were racing a mile a minute, and she couldn't force those beautiful gray eyes from her every, last thought. Why was she feeling these silly things about the merciless ferret? What in the dickens was wrong with her for Merlin's sake?!

"Hermione?" came a groggy voice.

She looked up over into a pair of green eyes that were much like his mother's. "Yes, Harry?"

"Are you alright? You look like bloody hell."

"I've just got a lot on my mind, thanks." Hermione replied quietly.

"Well, if you need to talk, I'm right here." And with that, Harry was out like a light once again.

"Sure you are, Harry." Hermione couldn't help but feel angry with her two best friends. It wasn't their fault that they were male. But why did they have to act so...male?!

Hermione stood up and knew where she had to go. Compartment number nine.

She walked out the door, onto the aisle, and into number nine. There, she found a very drowsy looking Ginny Weasley looking up at her. Across from her sat a fast asleep Colin and Dennis Creevey.

"Hey, 'Mione! I was wondering when you would be here to talk to me."

"How do you mean?" Hermione asked, her brows furrowing in confusion.

"I know what you're on about. And I have to say, I'm not very proud of you."

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Draco sat there, staring at the angelic face dozing lightly. He had a strong and almost unbearable urge to reach out and touch the baby-soft skin he had never felt before. It was physical torture and he couldn't stand it any longer. What in the dickens was wrong with him for Merlin's sake?!

Aggravated with himself, he stood up, checked his watch, and walked from the sleeping form before doing something rash. He pounded towards compartment number three with a sneer across his handsome face.

Hastily, he opened the door and sat down with a humph. McGonnagall had pissed him off, royally.

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"I want you both to sit in this compartment for an hour. I do not want a word to be spoken by either of you. I will be next door listening for any foul remarks. Understood?" With that said, she walked across the aisle and into the opposite compartment. Mumbling something about how ridiculous it was to have to punish the Head Boy and Girl.

9

Draco's daydream broke by the awful pain coming from atop his head. He had been pulling on his blonde hair while reliving the horrible memory.

An hour he had to spend with the unbearably, beautiful Hermione Granger! An hour he had to spend with the mudblood that taunted his dreams over the summer holidays.

Malfoy smacked himself in the forehead. He couldn't stand sitting here doing absolutely nothing but think about her! He jolted out of the compartment and into the bathroom to splash water upon his frustrated face, his hair sticking up in all directions.

"Did you see that, Parvarti?"

"Yeah, Draco just smacked himself in the forehead."

"He didn't even know we were here."

"He's gone mental, Lavender."

A/N: Another one down! Yay! Hope you liked it! Chapter four coming soon!