Less than an hour into the journey Blaise stood up and moved towards the door under Hermione's watchful eye, as if feeling her eyes on his back he turned to her, her cheeks blushing slightly as he caught her eyes moving over his figure.
"I'm just going to the loo; do you want anything from the trolley while I'm out there?" She shook her head in acknowledgement and he continued on his way out.
His departure triggered a thought in her head and she began to contemplate how much everyone had grown up. Although she had not grown in height, her body had filled out giving her an hourglass figure and with Ginny's help she had found ways to dress to accentuate this. Begrudgingly she had allowed the younger girl to bump up her wardrobe after all of the press attention any time they were out in public, and also gained a few beauty spells along the way helping her hair to become slightly less of a frizz ball. Harry and Ron had both shot up again and were about the same height as Zabini, however where Blaise was muscled and bulky, her best friends were lanky and skinny (surprisingly so seeing the amount they ate!) They both also accepted Ginny's help to add to their wardrobes, Harry edging towards the smarter end of the spectrum and Ron heading into the world or muggle printed shirts and jeans. Ginny herself had inherited the Weasley height, but countered her long athletic build with dresses, skirts and shorts never failing to look stunning.
Their relationships had grown with them, and all broken around the same time. Hermione and Ron tried to be more than friends, but after a few fumbles and many more fights they realised that transition would be very hard and a time of grieving was certainly not a time to try. They didn't rule out anything happening in the future, but decided to be friends for the foreseeable future. Ginny never really could get over the fact that Harry had left her behind at Hogwarts and had actually developed a rather strong crush on Neville Longbottom in his absence, which only Hermione knew about. The four were now quite happy being just close friends and spent a lot of time together when they could coax Harry from his life as a hermit.
Hermione was snapped out of her thoughts when the door was roughly pulled open and someone threw themselves into the compartment slamming the door on the way. A tall, man stood facing out into the corridor, shielding his reflection so that Hermione could not see his face. He was wearing black skinny jeans that ended snugly over black converse shoes. At his waist a grey t-shirt was peeking out from underneath his black hoodie which was also tight fitting. From where she was sitting Hermione had a lovely view of the man's behind as she waited patiently for him to turn around and introduce himself. When it became apparent that he wasn't turning around anytime soon by resting his head on the screen covered window, Hermione took it upon her to make herself known.
Following a very impressive Umbridge impersonation the man whipped around grabbing his wand from his pocket and aiming it directly at Hermione's heart. A sharp intake of breath followed by both students in the compartment and the man lowered his wand, never breaking eye contact with Hermione.
"Why put the wand down Malfoy," she spat, "I'm sure you can find something in your arsenal suitable of a lowly Mu…" The rest of her sentence was muffled as Draco Malfoy dove forward to cover her mouth. Not two seconds later he leapt back shaking his hand as Hermione stifled a laugh, however quickly became dark again. "What was that for Ferret?" She asked angrily, as once again her hand travelled to the scar on her arm itching it nervously.
"After the war McGonagall wanted to stop all of the blood prejudice at Hogwarts, which I am all for by the way, oh don't look at me that way Granger. You don't know the hell my life has been having that disgusting excuse for a human being as a father. Anyway, words like the one you were about to say is Tabooed. I'm surprised you didn't know really" He trailed off looking intently at the welts on his hand caused by Hermione's teeth. "Merlin's beard you can't half bite either Granger" he muttered as he sat where Blaise had been only moments ago.
Hermione realised for the second time that morning that she had been sat silent for rather a long time, so looked up to him, "does this mean that the once high and mighty Draco Malfoy is not equal with everyone else?" She asked spitefully glaring daggers at the blonde.
A mix between a strangled laugh and a cough escaped his lips, "Not likely Granger, I'm quite obviously still more important than the lot of you." And then his long lost trademark smirk once again graced his lips.
"You still have that same egotistical, arrogant, pig-headed, and might I add, wrong stance then. I have to say that I really don't like your point of view, I never have. You are a giant arse, and I just know that you will never change!"