Chapter 6: Train Rides and Realizing the Mistake.

"Hurry we'll be late!" Hermione and Ginny rushed everyone out of the car. Running with their luggage, the four anxious kids and two exasperated adults ran into the station.

The kids gave their luggage to the coachman and got on board to find an empty compartment. They managed to force their way through the narrow aisle and find a compartment to themselves, to Hermione's great pleasure. They'd only seen her not even five minutes and people were staring, boys drooling, girls either snickering from jealousy or smiling in admiration.

Hermione had managed to pull off exposing her thighs without looking sluttish. She wore a short jean miniskirt with belt that hung over on the right side. She was wearing a black Bon Jovi tank top that exposed her abdomen. Her hair was straightened and she placed one wash pink streaks in her hair. Her makeup was natural but noticeable and it worked well with the outfit. Her shoes were black 5 inch heels. She looked good and all the boys' stares proved it.

"Dang, Hermione! Everybody is staring." Ginny stated the obvious, who got some stares her direction too.

"I can't believe that everyone stares at you and thinks you're gorgeous when you show skin, but before, all they saw in you was a modest know-it-all who appeared very unattractive." Ron said, making Hermione kind of angry.

"You saying I WAS unattractive?" She emphasized was to make him hang his head in shame.

"I'm sorry 'Mione." He said.

"Excuse me… ummm…" a timid little girl (apparently a first year) blushed fiery red seeing the older students.

"Can we help you with something?" Hermione asked, smiled cheerfully at the shy girl.

"It's just that… Are one of you Hermione Granger?"

"I am."

"Professor McGonagall wants to see you in the Head's Compartment for official business." with that, the little girl blushed deeply and took off.

"You wanted to see me Professor?"

"Yes, it seems we must wait for Mr. Malfoy, I want to only say this once." Hermione took a seat and played with the chipping nailpolish on her right index finger.

"Yes, Professor?"

"Take a seat Mr. Malfoy."

"Yes ma'am." Draco did as he was told and took one glance at Hermione. 'Mudblood trying to look sexy. That's so funny. She'll never look good, no matter how thin and tan she is.' Was all Draco thought as he sat down.

"As you two already know, you have been given a great award, you also know that along with this position comes a lot more responsibilities as well as new priviledges. You will be able to attend Hogsmeade whenever you wish as long as Filch and myself know on the Monday before that weekend. You will have your own dorm, though you two will share a common and a bath. You will also have an exclusive door that leads to the library so you do not have to walk all the way around the castle. You will also have a bookcase in the common that has any books you could possibly need that instant, just think about it and the book will be there, even a muggle tale. I also want you to know, you two are now huge role models, I expect you to remain well behaved and set a good example for the other students. I also want you two to set aside your differences and work together, if I hear just ONE insult from either of you directed at the other, you will BOTH be demoted and two prefects will move up. Do you understand me... Mr. Malfoy?" She added the last part as if directing the entire "be decent" lecture solely at him.

"Yes ma'am." He replied. 'Dammit, there goes all my fun. If I do what I want, I'm demoted, but so is Mud-blood. but she isn't worth losing my position over. Besides, this might actually be good. An easy lay if I can get her like me enough. Hmm.' Hermione poked him.

"What do you want?" He snapped, fighting back the urge to call her a foul name.

"We're supposed to gather our belongings and stay in here for the ride." With that Hermione walked out of the compartment. Draco stood and walked out as well.

"It's been fifteen minutes since we left the compartment, he should have been back by now." Hermione said to no one in particular. "I think I'm going to find him." She said cheerfully and getting up to walk out. He always sat in compartment number 24. As she got there, the door was cracked and she thought it'd be more fun to listen to what he was saying.

"It's horrible, I have to be nice to the filthy mud-blood or I lose my position. I'm not supposed to insult her at all. So I'll get it out of my system now before I go to spend 4 hours with her on this God forsaken train."

"I just can't believe she gets to share private living accomodations with you, the lucky slut!" Was all Pansy had to say on the matter.

"Why lucky?"

"Because, God knows you're a VERY hormonal teenage boy, and who knows, you may just get a little to needy and even resort to her, if I was there, it'd be great, but her..."

All Draco did was laugh at this. "I bet I could totally scare the shit out of her, you know. Pretend like I'm going to rape her and stuff. I bet she'd piss herself."

"I bet she sleeps around with every guy that comes her way, how many times you thinks shes fucked or been fucked by Potty or Weasel?" Pansy asked.

"I bet she's a virgin." Blaise responded to Pansy's comment, his eyes almost daring her to accept the bet.

"You're on, Draco, find out if she's a virgin or not, I'll lay down 50 galleons she isn't."

"100 says she is."

"It's settled, you win I pay you 100, I win you owe me 75." Pansy said and the two shook hands.

"Well, I better go before Head girl rats me out about not being there. Bye." Draco opened the door to show a teary eyed Hermione in front of the door. He angled himself so the others couldn't see her, but there was no point, Hermione had already taken off down the aisle towards their compartment.

"So, how much are you going to place on my sexual history?" She asked when he walked in.

"I'm not going to place anything, but it would be nice if you'd tell me so I can settle that bet."

"I'm not going to tell you anything Drake -o!" she got the "o" in on last minute.'Shit that was close.'

"What did you call me?"

"I called you Draco. I mean, it IS your name."

This seemed to settle him a little as he relaxed back in the chair.

"You're a virgin. Blaise wins."

"How would you know if I am or not?"

"Because you're totally acting like one."

"What if I'm not one though?"

"Really, then you wouldn't mind me getting up in there too." He moved over to her, so close she could smell his cologne, even closer, she can smell the soap he used this morning. His hand started at her knee and worked it's way ever so slowly up her thigh. She was starting to feel the heat of a blush on her cheeks, even closer his hand moved. Her heart was racing, concentrating everything she had, tears welled in her eyes. She felt it, his fingers had reached her panties and were starting to pull the cotton fabric. She was getting dizzy, his cologne was so intoxicating. Her mind was screaming, 'this is WRONG! Hermione snap out of it!'. 'But it feels so right.' The tears fell easily, then she felt the touch of his chilled fingers on her warm flesh and she screamed. She slapped him hard across the face and pushed him down to the floor. Making her way to the door, she turned and looked at him.

"You know, you were a big mistake! You will NEVER touch me again, whether I'm a virgin or not is MY business!" With that Hermione walked out and patroled.

'It's been forty-five minutes since we left the station. I wonder if Malfoy is asleep.' She quietly slid into the compartment.

"So, why are you trying to sneak in?"

"I wasn't, I thought you could possibly be asleep. I didn't want to wake you." She said, crossing the compartment to sit in a comfy seat.

Unlike all the other compartments, the Head compartment was very luxurious. It was an entire train car with only the four basic walls and a stained glass sliding door. Their was a bathroom that had marble flooring, and marble sinks, there was even a hot tub in the bathroom. In the main car was a drink bar and snack bar, stocked with the two's favorite foods and such. There were two recliners and a large leather couch. There was a bookcase full with the two's most favorite books and magazines. And there was a rather large, king sized bed.

"So, we've got to get along this year, huh?" Draco asked, breaking the awkward silence.

"Yes, and in two hours, you get to patrol." Hermione said and flopped on the bed, removing her shoes. She stretched out on the bed and sighed.

'Granger doesn't look too bad. Very nice actually.'

'It was a mistake. Why didn't I see it before. Why did I let myself fall for an arrogant, stubborn, self-absorbed, rich prick like Malfoy? I realise my mistake, how do I fix it?' Even though Hermione didn't want to admit it, these feelings were not going to just go away.

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