And I know every one is terribly disappointed but I am a disclaimer.

Malfoy looked up at the source of noise and immediately spotted Hermione laughing her lungs out. Malfoy stared at her as if fearing for her insanity and smirked when he saw that she was laughing at his book.

"What is it Mudblood, you think no hot chicks look at me? Not considering you because, no offense, but you're not considered a 'hot chick'."

Hermione stared at him. "And you consider Pansy a hot chick?" Hermione collapsed into a fit of giggles. Draco looked at her almost pityingly.

"You actually think that other girls don't notice me?" Draco smirked. "They all were staring at me in the prefects compartment!"

Hermione bit her lip. It was true, at least three girls started flirting with him upon entering within five minutes.

Hermione finally recovered and retorted, "At least I don't need a book to figure that out!"

Draco finally sat up from lying down on the train sofa and steadied his attractively muscled arms on the sofa. Draco's eye was twinkling mischievously, but for a reason Hermione preferred not to know. It was usually because he had something horrible to answer back.

"You don't know how it is to have someone fall in love with you," he said, "Except that Bulgarian freak you were with."

It was Hermione's turn to laugh. "Are you kidding me? You were the one sliming up to him the first time he came here! 'Oh Victor! Come sit here by the Slytherins!'" Hermione mimicked.

Draco flushed. "That was before I knew he had his eye on a mudblood!" he retorted.

Hermione shook her head. "Really, I'd rather be with a mudblood than Pansy!"

Malfoy looked as if he was fighting back a laugh for a minute but that look quickly disappeared.

"Freaking Balkans," Malfoy murmured.

Hermione looked up with amusement. "How can you say that when your dad's best mate practically lives in Albania? Heck, he changed his British name to Albanian!"

Malfoy said, "Yeah but that doesn't mean I like Balkans. The Dark Lord could like whatever he wants."

Hermione rolled her eyes and said, "Alright now get out! I have to change."

Malfoy nodded and said, "Fine, I'm out!"

Hermione stared at him. "What? I thought you would tell me off!"

"Don't think I don't take every opportunity to tell you off! It's just that I was taught to respect women."

Hermione goggled at him. "Your father respects your mom?"

Malfoy looked at her with his gray eyes. "For your information, Granger, my father never laid his hands for an abusive reason on my mum. My father loves my mum so much its not even funny! Who ever gave you the impression that my dad did that?"

Hermione gave him a nasty look before turning back to her Potions book. "Well he certainly doesn't give off that impression," Hermione murmured, in deep thought about a particularly complicated potion.

"Yeah, well, he doesn't to filthy little Mudbloods like you."

Hermione snorted looked up from her book. "Whatever. Enough with this 'tete a tete' we're going to be there in about fifteen minutes! Now get out!"

Malfoy listened to her for once and closed the door to enter the other corridor.

Hermione dressed quickly into her robes in case Malfoy busted in from a change of attitude and laid down on the sofa, thinking about a whole jumble of things.

Was Ginny right? Does Ron really have a crush on me? Oh my gosh, I hope he does! I've been waiting for centuries for this! But wow does Malfoy seem so attractive…. Wait no! NO HE DOES NOT! He's the same old jerk since first year! Just because he has muscle and he's tall… and he looks more and more like Cedric… -WAIT! YOU CAN'T LIKE PEOPLE JUST BECAUSE THEY'RE HANDSOME!

Hermione was rudely awakened by her thoughts by an annoying rap on the door. "Are you done in there?" cried the familiar drawl. "Or are you counting your nail polish chippings?" He chuckled at his own joke.

Hermione opened the door and passed through him. "Whatever!" she said. "Go find your girlfriend. She'll be counting her stretch marks!" Hermione blew a kiss and left the corridor.

Malfoy stared behind her lost in thought. All that kept coming over his head was How could a Mudblood be so pretty? Ew! I do not think she is pretty! She's hideous and she's a know- it- all nerdy bookworm! No she's not, she's not eleven, you know. You could go out with her no time! Wait, why would I want to go with a Mudblood? That's sick! What would father say? To hell with Father! No, not to hell with Father!

Something stung on his forearm. The Dark Mark was burning hot on his skin, and Draco tried to ignore it.

Hermione entered her the compartment of her friends and found a sight she was willing to see after that miserable train ride with Malfoy.

Ginny, Ron and Harry were laughing heartily at a joke Luna obviously told them, judging by the pleased expression on Luna's face.

Ginny eyed Hermione coming into the compartment and, wiping a tear from her eye, she said, "Tell Hermione what we should do with Snape!"

Luna was also wiping a tear from her eye before exclaiming, " I said we should all embarrass him by bringing him anonymous gifts of oil-free potion!"

Hermione joined in with the laughing. Everyone knew Snape's hair was getting greasier by the age.

For the first time, Hermione wasn't smart enough to notice the stares she was getting from the boy who was temporarily in love with her.

(A/n Yes-there's some feelings in the beggining but not a whole bunch... PLEASE REVIEW!
PS- Don't you think that Hermione and Draco should go out in the sixth book? It would give the book a bit of a twist! But obviously Ron and Hermione are going to go out...)