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Hermione POV

As I arrived at the train station, I started to feel restless. Ever since before and after the war, being around large groups of people always made me feel on edge. With people coming in, out, and around the station, it only made the sensation all the worst. Grasping my wand firmly, I stick it in my back pocket and make to grab my purse, as Edward pulls up to the curb. Waiting for him to open the door for me, I begin to mentally prepare myself, always remembering what Mad Eye said, "Constant Vigilance!" Once Edward has the door open I step out, pulling Crookshanks with me, accept his offered hand, and step out onto the curb and wait as he pulls my trunk from the boot.

As I look around the station and gaze upon the bustling cars and people, my eyes distinctly catch a flash of platinum blonde hair exiting a car not so far from my own. Soon the hair is joined by a very tall body, with broad shoulders covered in a dark grey shirt, and long legs covered in dark jeans. Immediately I know that only one person has that distinct colored hair. But seeing muggle clothes adorning his body has me quite unsure if it is who I think it is. My suspicions are confirmed seconds later when on the other side of the car a women, who seems to step right out of a fashion magazine, emerges from the car looking as beautiful and elegant as a princess, sharing the same colored hair as the young man standing next to her.

I hadn't seen the Malfoy's since the end of the war, after Draco's trial. Being the person that I am, I try to see the best in people, and I firmly believe in second chances. I know that his mother saved Harry in the forbidden forest, and that without her all would have been lost, but Malfoy also helped us in Malfoy Manor. He knew who we were, but I could see it in his face and in his eyes that he didn't quite believe in what he was doing anymore. He seemed lost, trying to figure out his next move, as if his life depended on it. I guess it did when Voldemort was living in your house. During his trial we never once made eye contact, even when I spoke for him, he never once lifted his head to meet my gaze. I left slightly before the verdict was announce. All I know was he wasn't going to Azkaban and neither was his mother. Since then, I haven't heard or seen anything about him. To see him here, in muggle clothes nonetheless, I can only assume they and this were part of his sentence. But dang he sure looks good in those jeans. Oh my gosh, what am I thinking, this is Malfoy we're talking about, git extraordinaire! Still, he sure can pull them off. Stop it Hermione! Just turn around and go!

Turning back towards Edward, thanking him quickly, and grab my trunk, turning to walk towards the entrance of the station. Still completely baffled by my earlier thoughts, I try to put them far away from my mind as possible and focus on anything else, rather than a blonde man looking good in some very nice jeans.

Draco POV

I never understood why muggles preferred to walk to everywhere, rather than use other means of transportation, but after my little vacation, I now understood that walking was all that most people had. In the case with me, I had to rely on walking and take the tube, to get to the places I wanted to go. As I look at the windows of the car, I never better understood than I did now. Once the car pulled up to the side of the street, I immediately opened the door and step out onto the curb. I wait on the curb facing the car, as the driver goes to open the door for my mother. She graceful emerges from the car, and purposely make her way towards me, her face feigning indifference. But I, being her son, can see she is slightly on edge being amongst the muggles. I know that she doesn't believe in all the blood supremacy nonsense, but her growing up in pureblood society all of her life, I know it is still hard for her to be around all of them. Me, well I've come to adopt a feeling of, not so much comfort, but more of acceptance towards them. Although not all habits fade away so easily, even amongst the crowd of bustling muggles, my constant awareness of everything around me has not faltered for a second. Even now, I can feel I pair of eyes staring at me. I've never had a problem with people staring at me, given my name and all, but some stares are very much different than others.

I casually look around at all the people, hoping to catch a glimpse at the observer, as the driver makes his way to retrieve my trunk and owl for me. But rather than seeing a pair of eyes, I see a mess of familiar brown curls, carry a trunk behind her and walking towards the entrance rather quickly. I only know one person with that particular mess of curls. Although they aren't as bushy as they seemed to be in the past, They flow down her back and moved side to side with the swing of her hips. They looked so soft to the touch, almost as if they were silk. Wait one moment, I, Draco Malfoy, cannot be thinking pleasant things about Granger's hair! I mean the girl practically house birds in it, with all it's bushiness! No, that couldn't be Granger, it was probably some other girl that I poorly mistaken for her.

"Draco? Love are you listening to me?"

Dazed from my thoughts I turned to see me mother looking at me worriedly.

"Excuse me mother, I got carried away by my thoughts. What were you saying?"

"I was asking if you want me to accompany you the train, or would you rather just say our goodbyes here?" I can tell from the look in her eyes that she wants to go to the platform with me, and not having the heart to tell her no,

"Whatever you want todo is fine by me mother."

"I'll go with you then. I would so disappointed to not seeing you off, since it is your last year."

Seeing her give a small smile was worth it, and she happily take the crook of my arm that I extend to her. Picking up my trunk we made our way into Kings Cross and headed straight for platform nine and three- quarters.