A/N: hey. sorry it has taken me so long to update this. well, i figured that since my bff is a big HP fan like me, then we can just finish this story together. so, from now on, it will be written by me and my friend. so here ya go. enjoy.

disclaimer: we do not own HP, JK Rowling, or any characters

Harry, Ron, and Hermione ambled down the narrow aisle, searching for an open compartment. When they finally found one, they slid the door shut and sat down. Harry glanced bitterly at Ron, who glared right back. Hermione, taking notice of the tension, questioned the looks.

"Is there something going on?" she asked curiously. They looked at each other for a moment longer before answering.

"Er-" Ron started.

"No. It's nothing," Harry interrupted. Hermione glanced suspiciously at Harry, and looked away. As Ron was about to start a conversation with Hermione, a large three headed shadow darkened the door of their compartment.

"What do you want, Malfoy?" Ron sighed when he saw the shadow. The door slid furiously open, revealing Draco Malfoy, Vincent Crabbe, and Gregory Goyle; their arch enemies at Hogwarts.

"Manners, Weasley. Do you get pleasure out of sitting next to that filthy little mudblood?" Malfoy sneered evilly. Ron was about to prostest, but Harry stepped foreword, his wand raised.

"Watch your mouth, Malfoy," he hissed. Malfoy smirked courageously, but stepped back all the same.

"We'll be seeing you at Hogwarts," Malfoy turned to leave, but not before glancing back over his shoulder and sneering, "Watch yourself, Potter."

"What a creep," Hermione whispered, tears in her eyes, as she watched the three disappear in the dark shadows of the aisle. Ron, seeing the tears that began to descend from his girlfriend's big brown eyes, was about to comfort her when suddenly, the train began to quake.

"What's going on?" shouted Ron as he dashed into the aisle way toward the bathroom. The lights flickered as the train shook more violently than before. Hermione screamed in terror as they felt the train tip over and she began to slide toward the window. Harry turned just in time to see her fly head first out of the window, only grabbing on to the edge by her knees. Harry dashed to the window, slipping and sliding on the way. When he regained balance, he looked downward and saw Hermione's knickerbockers (British undergarments) under her robes. He blushed furiously, but quickly came back to his senses and grabbed her knee to pull her up. As soon as Hermione felt Harry's hand on her knee, she looked up and grabbed his arm.

"Harry!" she shrieked. "I can't hold on much longer!"

"I've got you, Hermione!" Harry bellowed over the roaring train. As Harry tried desperately to pull her up, one of her knees slipped off of the windowsill.

"OH BLOODY HELL!" Hermione shrieked out of fear for her life. Harry grasped her waist with one arm and pulled her back up through the demolished window, slicing his shoulder on the shattered glass in the exact spot where the basilisk's fang had pierced his skin five years prior.

"Are you ok?" Harry asked.

"Yes, I'm fine, but- oh Harry! Your arm!" Hermione gasped in shock. Harry looked down at his shoulder, but he ignored it as he took sight of a cut on the back of Hermione's leg.

"It's nothing. Your leg's cut. We need to tend to that first," Harry said, trying to put her first.

"Mine's only a scratch, Harry. Yours is sliced down to the bone," Hermione stated knowingly. Harry tried to protest, but Hermione ripped off a strip of her white shirt and wiped the cascading blood away. With another strip of her shirt, she tied it tautly around his wound. Harry, then, took off his sock and wiped her blood away with the cleansed anklet.

"What are you doing touching her ass?" Ron questioned furiously from the darkened doorway. Hermione glared over her shoulder at him.

"He's not touching my ass, Ronald. He is wiping away some blood from a scratch," she commented, rolling her eyes at him. Ron then looks at Harry, taking notice of his appearance.

"What happened to you?" Ron exclaimed.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," Harry responded. Hermione looked deeply into his soulful green eyes and mumbled 'Thanks.'

"Don't mention it," Harry replied sheepishly. Hermione glared at Ron and stalked off to the bathroom.

A/N: there's that chapter. hope u liked it. please RR!