"Does it look like we're joking Malfoy?" Hermione said impatiently.

"Fine, prove it! Prove that you're going to get married, that you love each other." Smirked Malfoy.

"How in the world are we supp…" Hermione said, but she was cut off by Harry's lips pushing against hers.

Hermione first froze and she felt as though she couldn't move a muscle. After a moment, she leaned into the kiss and began to kiss Harry back. And in a matter of seconds, it was over. Although the kiss was short, it was filled with passion and desire. Both Harry and Hermione were glad that they had shared a kiss, for in the back of their minds, they had wanted to for quite some time. Granted, that voice was pushed to the very, very, very back of their minds, but right now it was sitting in the front row.

"Well, well. Looks like two were meant to be," said Malfoy, "See ya around Granger!" he added with a smirk and wink as he sauntered back to his pal, Blaise Zabini.

"Bloody hell!" cried Harry.

"Shit, shit shit!" screeched Hermione, "Now he'll run off and tell the whole bleeding world we're engaged!"

"Is that so bad?" questioned a now very timid Harry.

"Of course it is! We're seventeen, Harry. I'm not ready for something like that."

"Oh. Well… I mean, neither am I or anything," Harry tried to cover, not daring to look Hermione in the eye when he said it.

"We'll figure something out to tell that git Malfoy and the rest of the world. It's no biggie."

They spent the rest of the train ride in silence. Harry stared out of the train window in silence. Hermione opened up her Shakespeare novel and began reading it intently, or at least it appeared that way. She tried to concentrate, but her thoughts kept wandering back to Harry, Malfoy and the kiss. It was just too much for Hermione to handle. Why did Harry kiss me? Does he even feel like that about me? Do I feel like that about him? Why in the bleeding hell would Malfoy say that to me? And that sexy smile! He's a git, but completely irresistible. I wonder if I'll have to room with him, since we are Head Boy and Head Girl. Oh please say we don't! I wouldn't get to be with all of my fellow Gryffindors!

Finally it became too much, and Hermione decided to sleep for the rest of the ride. Once Harry was positive Hermione was asleep, he watched her. God, why did I kiss her? I mean, what came over me? Was it just to get back at what Malfoy said, or was there actually something behind it? Could I really like my best friend? The smart, funny, adorable Hermione Granger? And Malfoy! Ugh! He looked at her with malice, yet almost desire. If he ever comes near her, I'll… I'll make him wish he was never born! I really hope they don't share a dorm. Who knows what he could do to her there, and then I'd never get to see her!

A moment later, Harry too fell asleep. Malfoy walked by their compartment again, making an excuse to his friends saying that he had to patrol the corridors, being Head Boy and all. As Draco passed by, he noted that both Harry and Hermione were asleep. He stopped a moment, and just looked at her sleeping form. She was quite pretty actually. She wasn't any Pansy, but she did have an attractive face. Too bad I can't go after that! She might actually be a girl worth spending some time with! Rather than those beautiful chicks with pea-sized brains.

In actuality, Malfoy wasn't as bad as he led everyone on to believe. He didn't worship the dark lord and he didn't want to become a death eater. He just went along with the act in order to stay alive in his household. Malfoy knew that if he let down for one moment and let his true self show, that he would be massacured by his father. Malfoy wanted to be on the good side, Dumbledore's side. He would be best as a secret spy. Being the son of one of the most loyal death eaters might actually come in handy! He could provide some of the best information to Dumbledore! Then he'd become the hero, and everyone would like him.

This is the year. Malfoy thought. This is the year that I will tell Dumbledore about my plans. I want him to understand, I want to help! I really do, and even though I may have to pretend to be evil, I want to be a member of the Order of the Pheonix through and through!

Malfoy was so excited to tell Dumbledore about his plans, he didn't even notice when Ron came up behind him…

Sorry its been so long! Senior projects are the worst! Though, most of you probably don't remember when I actually started writing this and all of my past readers have probably stopped reading! But whatevs! Te cool! Hugs and kisses! Reviews are always welcome!