Hey guys hope you like this chapter. I made it extra long sinceI have been away so long. Thank you for all my reviews and I won't update again until I have 15 reviews. Well on with the story.

Oh I do not own Harry Potter, just the plot.

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Bloody hell I do not want to get up, just five more minutes, thought a groggy Hermione as she awoke. Why does the bloody train have to leave so early, I could use a few more hours of sleep before going back to school. Holy crap! This is my last year at Hogwarts! Forever!

With that realization Hermione bolted out of bed and ran about her room making sure she had everything packed and ready to go in her trunk. She also mentally noted that she would have to coax Crookshanks into his basket before she left. After Hermione had checked and re-checked that she had everything packed she went to take a shower.

Half an hour later Hermione emerged from the bathroom, clean and refreshed. She never understood how people could become awake without a refreshing shower in the morning to jolt their senses.

Hmm what should I wear today? Maybe I'll wear the Lacoste shirt with my jean skirt. After appraising herself in the mirror Hermione decided that she would indeed wear the outfit, especially since the skirt was short enough to make guys look. Not that she wanted them to think she was a slut, but a little guy attention was nothing to complain about. Hermione had learned over the summer how to flaunt her body off, but not in the way someone such as Pansy Parkisons would. Hermione tastefully showed off her assets with skirts that were just the right length, and shirts that showed off the tiniest hint of cleavage. She had also mastered the art of walking in high heels, but preferred her Reef flip flops than another other type of shoes.

Well time to get moving. I've got a long day of sitting on a train confined in the Head's compartment with Malfoy. With that last thought Hermione drifted into a day dream state thinking about Malfoy and how good he looked yesterday when she say him. She was jolted back to her senses when her mother called from the downstairs, telling her it was time to leave.

Holy crap, I can't believe I just spent ten minutes dreaming about Malfoy! Bad Hermione! Ok I need to mentally wash my mind out with soap. Just remember Hermione, however good looking he is, take that back I mean however super hot he looks, he is your worst enemy and Harry's also. What would Harry think if he knew that you were dreaming about the enemy? He would surely blow a casket. You need to push Draco Malfoy out of your head and focus on your school year ahead of you.

With that last thought, Hermione walked out of her room and downstairs with all her belongings. At the bottom of the stairs where both of her parents, waiting to take her to the train station.

"Oh Hermione, I can't believe this is your last year at Hogwarts!" cried her mother. "It was this time 7 years ago that you first started. My don't the years go by fast. Pretty soon you will be moving out of the house and starting a family of ---"

"Now Mum stop with that. You know that I will not be starting a family or be getting married any time soon. Besides I'm not even 18 years old, I couldn't possibly fall in love this young."

"Why?" asked her mother. "Your father and I met when we were your age, and look how happily we are married."

"Yes well what I think Hermione is trying to tell you, Anne" cut in Mr. Granger "is that times have changed and people do not marry young anymore. It is normal to start a family in your late twenties now."

"Thanks Dad, I couldn't have said it better" beamed a happy Hermione. "Well now I think we should be off, I don't want to be late on my last train ride to school."

"Right, right, of course dear let me go fetch the limo" said her mother.

"Now Mum, you know I don't like it when we go places in the limo, especially around people I know. Can't we just take the BMW. I really want to drive in a convertible on this beautiful day" said Hermione.

"That's an excellent idea Hermione," said her father. "No need to waste this beautiful day in a confined car."

"Ok well you two get in the car, I have to round Crookshanks up before we leave. That could take a while" but to Hermione's utter amazement Crookshanks walked right over to his traveling basket and jumped in. "Hmm that was quite odd" muttered a perplexed Hermione. "Usually he puts up one hell of a right before he gets into the basket."

"Maybe he's excited about going back to school with you dear" said her mother. "Come on before we don't make it to King's Cross in time for the train.

"Right behind you Mum" Hermione said as she looked at her house, with a sudden sense of foreboding. Why do I feel as if I will never live in this house again? It's an absolutely absurd feeling because I will be coming home after school ends, until I find a job in the wizarding world. Hermione then climbed into the car, trying to push the feeling out of her head.

Meanwhile at the Malfoy Manor

"Draco, dear, you must hurry or you will late for the train" called his mother from the top of the stairs.

"Alright Mother I will be right down! I'm doing some last minute packing." Bloody woman won't even give me time to double check my packing.

Well maybe if you hadn't day dreamed all morning about a certain brown eyed girl then your mother wouldn't be telling you to hurry up.

Who the hell are you and what are you doing talking to me in my head. And I WAS NOT dreaming about Granger!

I'm the little voice inside your head that helps you sort things out, and tells you when you are doing right and wrong. I never said that you were talking about the Granger, I could have been talking about someone else.

Wh-What! You so did! You said a certain brown eyed girl!

Right but you were the one who said it was Granger, not me.

Bloody Hell! I can't believe I'm sitting here arguing with a voice inside my head over whether or not I was day dreaming about Granger. I must be going mental.

You aren't mental just falling in love.

I AM NOT FALLING IN LOVE! This discussion between me and you is over!

Ok but just to let you know I warned you, and for the record you are falling in love.

"Sod off! Bloody hell I just want some peace and quiet!"

"Excuse me! But that is no way to talk to your mother Draco Malfoy! Your Father can talk to me like that, for obvious reasons, but I will not let you talk to me like that in that tone again! Do I make myself clear!" cried his mother.

"What? Oh sorry Mum I wasn't talking to you."

"Well then who were you talking to because I see no one else here?" asked Narcissa.

'This voice is going to get me in trouble' thought a very annoyed Draco. "Oh bugger.

Never mind Mother. I'm sorry for using that tone with you, it won't happen again."

During this whole dialogue Draco started to rub at his temples, an activity he did when he was annoyed and greatly confused. It was one of the many traits he had picked up from his father, and was one of the few activities he was not ashamed to do. He had picked up other habits from his father, many that he was not proud of but could not shake because they had been bored into his brain, since he was a toddler.

"Well then let's get a move on before we are late to King's Cross. Are you excited about it being your last year at Hogwarts?" asked his mother, on their way to the train station. Unlike Hermione, Draco loved to show off his wealth, which was why they were driving in the limo to King's Cross.

"I suppose but this year I have to share my Head duties with that annoying, insufferable know-it-all mud blood."

"Draco Malfoy! You know that I hate that term that you and your father use. I wish you would see that blood is all the same, no matter where you come from. May it be a muggle family or a pure-blood family."

Draco looked across the limo and studied his mother while she was talking. He prided her in sticking up to his father when it came to the issues about pure-blood and muggles. The issue of the term Mudblood being used around her was one of the few things she felt strongly about, and when she felt strongly about something, she made it clear to everyone. That was what Draco loved most about his mother, she stood up for what she believed in, even if it meant getting beat by her husband.

Speaking of that bastard, thought Draco, I wonder what he is doing right now. Apparently it is something that is more important that taking me to the train station. He is probably hatching some new plan with the Dark Lord that Pot-Head and his two faithful companions will shoot down. Well hopefully he will be so caught up in this new scheme that he will forget about me getting the Dark Mark. With that thought Draco shuddered and then realized that he was at King's Cross.

Well time to get this show on the road and make Pot-Head, Weasel, and Mudblood's year a living hell. Wait Granger is Head Girl so she could make my life hell too. Hmm maybe if I do something bad she will punish me, smirked Draco. Wait! Am I thinking about Granger and me doing things that --- EUGH! I think I might be sick!

"Draco, what's wrong dear? You look rather pale, are you ill?" asked his concerned mother.

"No mother I will be fine, just a little queasy about this being my last year and all, I'm going to miss it." Yeah right, miss it my ass. I can't wait to get out of that shit hole of a school.

But then you might not see Granger ever again.

Aww shit! I thought I told you to leave me alone, and the only reason I would want to see Granger again is to make her life hell along with her two boy toys.

Sure you do, remember what I said, you are falling in love.

I really need to talk to somebody about hearing you. I don't think this is normal for someone to hear a voice inside their head.

Well I'm sure it's not normal to have a conversation with a voice in your head, but then again no one ever said that you were normal. Now don't argue anymore with me or you will miss your train, and I'm sure you will want to see that sexy Granger.

Umm yea ok, how about no! Do you want me to throw up my breakfast? But I do need to hurry up and get on the train.

With that Draco kissed his mother goodbye and went to find the Head's Compartment.

Platform 9 and ¾

"Mum if you don't let me go I won't make the train and that wouldn't be good" cried an annoyed Hermione.

"Hermoine's right dear, you need to let her go" said her father.

"Alright I just wanted to hug my little girl good bye, we won't see her for a while."

"Well you know I will write you all the time, and I will see you over the break. I love both of you very much" said Hermione while kissing both her parents.

She finally made it through the platform and on to the train looking for the Head Compartments. She had finally found the door, after searching for ten minutes and to her surprise she found the man she had been day dreaming about earlier, looking even more sexy than he had the day before.

"Well Well Well" drawled a very bored voice "if it isn't the bookworm Granger."