Chapter 3- Shocker

"Oh, Hermonie dear, I'm so happy for you!" Mrs. Weasely cried out in the Burrow's kitchen.

"You wouldn't have expected anything else now would you?" Harry commented as he pulled Ginny into his arms.

"Nope, none at all," Mr. Weasely agreed.

"I wonder who Head Boy is." Hermonie wondered.

"Probably from Hufflepuff or Ravenclaw I imagine. Why would they try to put two Gryffindor as Head Boy and Girl?" Ginny answered.

"Wouldn't that be the best? Sharing a whole common room. That'd be good-damn awesome," Ron replied

Hermonie knew what he was thinking about. They'd talked (or rather mailed) each other about having sex for the first time during 7th year and if they had a whole common room for themselves, it'd be much easier.

"Oh cheer up Ron, you'll have your day," Hermonie said reassuringly.

"Now, now it's almost late. We'd better leave before the train leaves," Mrs. Weasely cautioned.

"Let's go Hermonie," Ron said and moved the trunks and they all went to Platform Nine and Three Quarters for maybe the last time.

"Bye-bye now! Take care Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermonie!" Mrs. Weasely called out.

The train had just departed and Hermonie headed toward the Heard Boy & Girl compartment while Harry and Ginny went off to find a compartment of their own (-)

"Meet you guys later!" she called out and when she opened the door and came to her seat, she was surprised to find Draco Malfoy sitting on the other end.

"Thought it would be you, mudblood" he spat.

"Oh, shut it will you," Hermonie said, taking the other seat. "I don't want to argue the whole year if we have to share a common room,"

"I agree mudblood," he said.

"Will you stop calling me that?" Hermonie said, apparently annoyed.

"What am I suppose to call you then?"

"My name would be nice you know,"

"Fine, Granger, happy now?"

"Yes, very thank you,"

Both said nothing for a few hours but patrol the area, finish any assignments (aka, Malfoy), and reading books. Hermione's mind started wandering. 'He is handsome. But that smirk, oh it gets to me! No, stop thinking about that Hermonie. You are in a serious relationship here! As long as we just remain friendly, nothing else will happen' and drifted off to sleep.

Malfoy noticed that when Hermonie slept, she seemed peaceful and innocent. 'When did that Granger become so attractive? If she weren't such a brat and bookworm, I'd shag her to death,' he thought. (A/N: Notice how he didn't mention the word 'mudblood')

The train had come to a halt and stopped. She was still sleeping so he lightly tapped her shoulders.

"Oh, are we there already?" she asked.

"Yeah, let's go," he said.

When he tapped her shoulder he felt how soft and smooth her skin had felt, and he became angry with himself. 'No, she's just a filthy mudblood,' he reminded himself.

"First years over here!" they heard Hagrid yelled as he and Hermonie got off the train.

"We'd better get in. Dumbledore might want to tell us something," Hermonie said and together they headed toward the castle.