Thankyou to all of my reviewers. I'm sorry for the delay! But school just started last week on Monday...and I was getting in tune for all of that. Wellll...here's Chapter Two. Hope you all enjoy it ;)

Chapter Two: Get A Grip

That morning I kept staring outside of my window, waiting for my father to wake up and drive me to King's Cross Station. I was also making sure that idiot wasn't lurking about. I didn't know if he was psycho or not...sure seemed like it.

I looked around and saw that my father was waiting at my door. He dared not come inside. Good.

Grabbing my trunk and Crookshanks, I walked past him. I was wearing just what I had picked out the night before. Black sweater, black jeans, black boots, and ALL! Boy was everyone in for a big surprise. Naw.

The ride to the station was rather quiet. My father and I never talked anymore. He kept looking over at me as if he wanted to say something...but I knew he never would. I was glad I was leaving my "home" behind. If that is what you could call it.

I couldn't stop thinking about that man from lastnight. He was gorgeous...but very psycho. Might want to watch out for men like that...Don't want to get shot or anything. Right.

Finally, we arrived at the station and I practically fell out of the car. Good thing I wasn't wearing a skirt. I grabbed my stuff and didn't even bother to wave goodbye to my father. He was such a fucking idiot, and so was mother. It's funny how every kid seems to have at least one idiot parent. I had two.

I looked around for Platform 9 3/4, which I ran to quickly once I found it. I was greeted with many smiling and crying faces all around. Oh bugger. Such a complete soap. Gag me with a spoon. Okay, I really don't want anyone to do that. Don't take me seriously.

I strolled over to the train and didn't even bother waiting for my "friends", or for them to find me, and just hopped on like it was nothing. Believe me, it was nothing. I found the Head compartment with no difficulty. No use being modest about being Head Girl...I wondered who the Head Boy was. Wait, what am I doing? I think it was pretty evident on who he was. Draco Malfoy. Goody.

As I layed down the bag I had brought along, just in case I got bored, I kept feeling like someone was watching me. Damnit, I hate that. Always with the damn stalkers. I turned around to find Ron and Harry...with a far away look on their faces.

"Hi...Harry, Ron." I nodded and slightly smiled at them. They nodded back and stared at me as if I were a giraffe or something. God help me if I was a giraffe.

"H-Hermione, is that really you in there?" Ron said, lifting up his arm to tap me on the head. I glared back at him, "Yes it is me Ronald. Or do you forget your friends that easily?"

Harry grinned at me and wrapped me into a hug, which Ron joined soon after. I grumbled and hugged them back. Never really was a hugging person.

"You've changed Hermione. What happened?" Harry said, furrowing his eyebrows. I shrugged and sat down on one of the seats.

"Oh come off it, Hermione. You have to give us something else other than a bloody shrug!" Ron half shouted at me in which I just shrugged again. "I guess I just needed a change...or whatever."

They both looked at eachother and just sat down next to me. "Uh, you guys do know this is the Head's compartment right? I have to sit here for at least half of the train ride."

"Aww, but Hermione! We haven't seen you all summer. That's not fair." They pouted on me, and Ron actually got on his knees and proceeded to beg. Ick. "I don't make the rules, guys."

"Oh wait Hermione did you hear? Draco Malfoy got into a wretched fight with his father over the summer. We don't know the whole story, but we heard Pansy Parkinson telling Crabbe and Goyle about it. It must have been really bad. She said she didn't know if "Drakkie Poo" was coming back this year or not." Ron said, sniggering at his "Drakkie Poo" comment.

I yawned, "Oh ghee...isn't that a pity?" They both laughed and walked out of the compartment.

Sitting down, I pulled out a book to read and was soon so engrossed in it that I didn't even notice somebody walk in and sit across from me.

"Boo." I heard that, and jumped up a little bit. I raised my eyebrow, still not pulling the book down from my face.

I finally pulled it down and was met with the gorgeous man I had seen the night before. Wait, did I just say gorgeous? I meant stalkerish.

"Stalk much?" I said to him, making it a question. What the hell was he doing here? He couldn't be a wizard...could he?

"Perhaps. What are you reading?" He smirked at me and that made my blood boil. "This is the Head's Compartment. You should leave. Now." I was saying it straight through my teeth, doing everything I could not to strangle him.

He stood up and actually, sat right next to me. "I'm a teacher at your new school, I can sit anywhere I damn well please." He actually sounded angry. At least he lost the pleasant act. Goody.

"What are you teaching?" I held the book back to my face to make it look like I wasn't interested. "Potions."

I actually dropped my book. "Wait does that mean...?" I let the question trail off. "That Professor Snape got the DADA positon? Yes, yes it does." He shrugged, as my face dropped and I groaned.

"So...what were you doing stalking me lastnight?" I raised my eyebrow in question at him. "I actually, needed to talk to you about-", he started but was cut off as the compartment door opened and Ron stepped in.

"Hermiiooooone! Guess what? Your time in the Head's compartment is up! Time to come sit with us." I saw Harry poke his head in.

"Who's this, Hermione? He can't be the Head Boy. He doesn't look like a student." Harry stepped in after Ron and they both stared at him. He looked angry. "My name is Raven. I will be teaching you Potions this year at school." Both of their faces dropped about ten miles.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed onto their arms. "We gotta go. See you later, professor."

When I was far awar from the Heads Compartment I sighed with relief. Get a grip on yourself. Just get a grip on your damn self. New professor, Draco Malfoy missing...it's all not that big.

Oh, but you'll soon see how big it actually is, my darling. I heard that in my head, but it was clearly not my voice.

What the fuck is going on? I'm not sure I really wanted to know. Ignorance is bliss sometimes.

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Okay so it was shorter than the last one...But the next one will be longer...Believe me. Tell me what you think. Read & Review!

-Bloody Della