Disclaimer: I didn't write Harry Potter. I'm just using the characters. No money is being made, and I am NOT, I repeat NOT J.K. Rowling. No infringement is meant by this.

A/N: I am such a jerk. Please don't discontinue reading cause I waited a month to post again. I'm sorry to everyone that's reading the story. I will be updating more regularly as school has ended and I now have more free time. 

Trains, Boats and Ex Boyfriends

The train then screeched to a halt and Hermione took one look at Malfoy, his outstretched hand, and grabbed it.

"Deal" she said, and at his small, but definitely there smile; smiled back brilliantly.

Suddenly, as though struck by lightning, a shiver or pleasure ripped through both of them. They let go of each others hands as though bitten, but Malfoy's eyes lingered on the place where their hands were so recently enjoined. He looked up; finding Hermione chewing her lip, stray curls in her face. Reaching out, he pushed the soft curl behind her ear and silently left the compartment to go lead the first years to the boats.

"Well that was most certainly weird" Hermione mused aloud as she left the train.

"What was 'Mione?"

Hermione turned at the sound of Ron's voice. "Nothing Ronald. Now, where are Harry and Gin?"

Ron slung his arm around her shoulders and hugged her close. "I've missed you Herms… a lot."

Hermione's head was able to see just above his arm and she caught Malfoy staring at them, waiting behind a group of first years. His face was unreadable, but his eyes were not. His eyes held a mixture of anger, and if Hermione was guessing correctly, a bit of pain as well.

What does Weasel think he's doing? Touching her. Hell, even Slytherin knows he and that Lavender chit did to her last year. Hell, Slytherin even sympathized with her. I can't believe he has the gall to touch her like that. Look's like I'm going to have to stake my claim soon.

Hermione broke the embrace by claiming a need to help with the first years.

"Doesn't the Head Boy do that?" whined Ron.

"Yes, but McGonagall wants us to do it together as we need to work on unity and inter house relations" she answered quickly.

"Oh, right. Who is Head Boy this year?" asked Ron.

"I am Weasley, and if you don't let go of the Head Girl, your going to miss your carriage to the castle. Hermione here has to ride with me and the ickle firsties" Malfoy drawled.

'When did he get here?' thought Hermione as she was being pulled towards the boats and away from a very red and very angry Ron.

"Oh and Weasle? Loose Lavender was looking for you, but I told her where Dean Thomas was and she ran off. Don't worry though, blowjobs from a slut like her never last long. Compartment 5 Weasle, but give it ten minutes or so. Wouldn't want to walk in on anything revolting now, would we?"

Ron's face turned even more red than before as he bolted off towards Compartment 5. He heard sounds of moaning coming from the compartment.

"Lav! Lav are you in there?" he shouted.

"Shit!" someone cursed from inside the compartment.

Dean Thomas opened the door but next to him was not Lavender, but Parvati.

"Oh, thank Merlin it's you Parvati. I thought it was Lavvy. Do you know where she is?" Ron asked.

"Oh, err, umm, No?" Parvati answered a bit hesitantly.

"Okay thanks Parvati, she's probably already at a carriage. I'll see you two lovebirds later." With those words said, he turned and headed off towards the carriages missing the blonde hair that was peeking out behind Parvati as she moved to get out of the compartment.

On the Boats

"Hermione, I'm sorry about that back there. You just looked uncomfortable, and I didn't….

Draco was cut off by a finger pressed to his lips. Not just any finger either. Hermione Granger's finger. It hit Draco like a ton of bricks. 'Hermione Granger is touching my lips!' He contemplated giving her finger a tiny kiss, but decided against it as she was already wary of his intentions.

"Don't worry about it Malfoy. Should I call you Draco? I mean, you did call me Hermione, and McGonagall said we have to act civilly to each other. I guess I should call you Draco then, I wouldn't want my head badge taken away. That would be just..."

This time it was Hermione Granger with the finger on her lips.

"You were babbling" Draco said as they pulled up to the castle. Getting out of the boat, he offered his hand to Hermione and pulled her to shore as well. They started walking towards the Great Hall.

At the Great Hall

"Miss Granger! Mister Malfoy! Please come here for a moment" asked Professor McGonagall. The two Heads walked over towards where she was standing in front of the doors. "Now here is a map of the fourth floor where your quarters are located. The password to your common room is chocolate frogs and the password to your rooms will be set by you when you enter them the first time" McGonagall stated, and then turned to enter the Great Hall. "Oh, one more thing. You may choose to skip the sorting, but be back for the feast as that is when you are announced. I would give the sorting about an hour, but your badges will start to glow when there is about 20 minutes until the feast. Do not be late." With that stern warning, she turned and entered the Great Hall.

Hermione looked at Draco. "Well, shall we go to the sorting or do you want to check out the rooms first?" she asked.

"I'd like to see the rooms, and the feast doesn't start until after the sorting, which is going to be at least an hour" he replied thinking about just how many first years there were this year.

"Good then. Let's check out the rooms and we'll head down to the feast afterwards." While saying this she had put her hand on his arm to lead him towards the stairs. A current ran through the both of them, and shocked; Hermione pulled her hand away and began to walk briskly towards the stairs, reaching them in record time and heading for the fourth floor.

Draco looked down at his cloth covered arm and slowly pulled his sleeve away. Faintly glowing marks in the shape of her hand slowly faded into his alabaster skin. To an observer it would have looked like his skin was drinking and absorbing light. "Shit" he muttered and raced to catch up with her.

Twinkling blue eyes follow him as he ran after Hermione. "Well now, it has been quite some time since one of his kind has been at Hogwarts, and for the object to be the Head Girl, then this definitely will turn out to be an interesting year.

A/N: FYI I know how to spell Weasel, but Ron's name is Weasley. You take off the y at the end, and it becomes Weasle which can be pronounced the same as weasel. So who do the twinkling blue eyes belong to? Gah, could I be more obvious? Please review. I used to say that authors that asked for reviews were just dumb, but that was when I was solely a reader, and not a writer. It really does help to know that your work is liked, and/or not liked. If you can take the time to read a story, please take the time to even write something like "good job," or "you suck". It really does help. I should have the next chapter up before the 30th which is when FF . net is running their upgrade or something like that.

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