Yesh! Thank you reviewers! I'm so happy now! Incase you haven't noticed I have started another story, this one ish a Hermione/Draco, so yeah… if you don't like it, don't read: D! So here we go!

Hermione walked back into the heads compartment and looked at Draco, napping. You know, he actually looks human like this, and looks quite nice with-out that awful sneer across his face. He almost looks likeable…

Draco suddenly started to stir, and Hermione didn't appear to really notice, and jumped when he drawled, "Looking for a non-existent wart on my perfect face?"

"Oh... No…," Hermione stammered, blushing, "No," she said, recomposing her-self, "I'm looking at an existent wart on your non-perfect face!"

"Where would that be?" He asked, acting bored with the whole procedure.

"Here!" She said, and pointed her finger at his face, where there was actually nothing, and in the process accidentally touched his skin. So soft….

"What was that Granger, and keep your filthy Mudblood hands off my face, and there is NOTHING there." He drawled, almost irritated at her.

"I said that out-loud? Crap!""Just muttering about how her skin was so dry, I don't see what you're talking about, Dra- Malfoy!" She added with emphasis at this little slip-up, and headed towards Ron and Harry's compartment. Finally reaching it, she sat down, interrupting there conversation.

"Harry, really, if you'd just consider this play, I promise- Oh hey Hermione!" Ron said, apparently talking to Harry about a Quidditch play, as Harry WAS the captain.

"Hey Ron, Harry," Hermione said, almost wanting to go back to be with Draco. What? I WANT to go back? Hermione, not only does Draco hate you, he hates Harry and Ron too, so its like you'd work, and anyway, you cant like him, he's... he's… A Malfoy for God's Sake!

"How was Malfoy?" asked Harry.

"Probably as much as a git as ever," Ron commented.

"Ron, language please! But yes, he was pretty awful," " more like awful pretty" She thought " and at least I didn't have to spend the whole train ride with him, that's worse than sharing a common room, at least then I can get away from him in my room." Hermione answered.

"You have to share a common room with the bloody git? I mean Malfoy…" Ron added at Hermione's glare to rival McGonagall.

"Well, apparently yes, as the letter I received with my supply indicated it, but-" Hermione was cut off sharply but Ron intervening, "But, Dumbledore might make and exception for you so you don't kill each other,"

"Ron, it's not Like I'm going to commit murder even IF he tries to hurt me, I'll be perfectly fine, I can perform every spell I know with incredible accuracy at any point, so I'll be fine." Hermione said, slightly irritated with Ron for interrupting her. "Look, we're almost there, we need to get changed." She said pointedly, reaching to the overhead compartment for her trunk. "Oh! I left it in the heads compartment! I'll be right back!" She raced toward the heads compartment, trying to get back as fast as she could.

Draco began to rouse as Hermione was looking at him. Opening his eyes he saw her standing rather close, and bent down, almost close enough to kiss he thought, then mentally slapped him-self for it. "Looking for a non-existent wart on my perfect face?"

"Oh... No…," Hermione stammered, and blushed, much to Draco's amusement "No," she said, recomposing her-self, "I'm looking at an existent wart on your non-perfect face!"

"Where would that be?" He asked, acting bored with the whole procedure, but in reality slightly panicked at the thought.

"Here!" She said, and pointed her finger at his face, and touched his skin in the process, making Draco shiver slightly. "So soft…" he heard her mutter.

"What was that Granger, and keep your filthy Mudblood hands off my face, and there is NOTHING there." He drawled, almost irritated at her, but couldn't be... for some reason.

"Just muttering about how her skin was so dry, I don't see what you're talking about, Dra- Malfoy!" She retorted, and Draco did not miss her little slip up with amusement, as she stormed out of the compartment, leaving her trunk.

Draco sat there, and then thought about her trunk. He wondered what was in it. He pushed it aside, and thought about pranks, and ways to abuse his head's privileges. But he soon couldn't resist the idea and took up the challenge of raiding her trunk. Being careful he dragged the trunk onto the ground and started to undo the clasp. He whispered the alohomora at the muggle key hole, and started to open it.

Just as Draco had opened the trunk's lid, who, but none other than Hermione Granger should come running in. "Malfoy! What are you doing in my trunk?" She shouted, and then not waiting for a reply she jinxed him with "Flipendo!" sending him flying backward away from her trunk. "You git, can't you respect someone's freaking privacy!" And with this the muttered a spell to lock he truck, and grabbed it, heading toward Ron's and Harrry's compartment.

"Sorry, that took so long. Ma- I mean I got held up." She decided, not wanting Harry or Ron to act irrationally over the situation with Malfoy. She quickly grabbed her robes out of her trunk an pulled them over her head, smoothing her hair which had just frizzed.

"It's okay Hermione, you didn't take THAT long," Harry said.

"Yeah, no big really. I mean it's not like we're going to not see you all year!" Ron said.

"Oh, looks like we're pulling up, it's time to get off," Hermione said, and started her way out of the train, followed by Ron and Harry.

Once out-side the familiar call of "Firs' Years, this way!" from Hagrid, and they went up to greet him before clambering into a carriage. They soon arrived at the castle and listened to the sorting, and then the feast was as grand as ever.

"Hermione?" Asked Ron during the feast in almost a whisper.

"Yes?" She asked, looking at all the desserts that had appeared, trying to decide what to have first.

"Can you meet me in the transfiguration classroom after the feast?" asked Ron.

"Why?"

"Can you just please come? Please?"

"Okay Ron, I'll be there."

Once the feast was over Hermione saw Ron leave, and quickly headed toward the transfiguration classroom.

Oh… Yesh... Evil cliffy... MUAHAHA! I typed the last half of the story without looking at the keyboard, so it took a while… I've never really done that before.

Sorry the chapter took so long, school started and I got busy, and thank you Veronika, and yes, I can't wait either, and I'm really looking forward to the point in time where all the boys get really angry at each other. I'm so evil! Harry Potter Fanfictor You think? Thanks! Teh CelticCreamPuff Don't worry, I'm not giving up, just took me a while with this chapter!

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