"This ones free," Harry said as they approached to last carriage on the train. The three teens sat down.
"Thank Merlin! I thought we might have had to sit in the carriage with Mister Superior," Ron said, curling and un-curling his fingers when he said 'superior'. That made Hermione and Harry laugh. Ron not only had grown in looks over the summer, he was less shy. But as soon as that topic was dropped a new one came up; Quiddich. Hermione tuned out as the two boys discussed tactics and strategies. Hermione concentrated on nothing in particular, but one face kept appearing in her mind… Parkinson. Why did she keep haunting Hermione's thoughts? It wasn't like Hermione liked her… or did she? There was something that clicked between Pansy and Hermione, like the way they fought. It was as if they were…

Don't be stupid Hermione! You couldn't possibly be related to HER!

"Hermione? Hey are you ok?" Hermione snapped out of her very uncomfortable thoughts by Harry's voice.
"Yeah I'm fine, sorry," Hermione said smiling. That was all it took, the boys started on about Quiddich again. Hermione mentally sighed and closed her eyes. It wasn't long before she would be called to the Prefect's carriage, but she wanted a little rest.

"Hey Granger, Gra-nger, GRANGER!" Hermione could hear him, but she didn't really want to open her eyes. She felt a hand on her shoulder, hesitant like the person was grossed out. Then it clicked, the person that was calling her name, was Malfoy. Having an idea, Hermione continued to 'sleep'.
"Oh Merlin Granger don't make me do this," Malfoy's voice had a hint of pleading in it. Hermione mentally laughed. Malfoy shook her shoulder again, and at that moment she swung her arm into his nose making him stumble backwards. Hermione then realized that it could've been anyone shaking her. Her eyes shot open and she sat up straight.
"Oh I'm sorry I thought you were… oh its you, well that's ok then," she said seeing that it was indeed Mister Draco Malfoy.
"Cummon Granger, we need to go," Malfoy said clutching his nose. Hermione got up and followed him out of the carriage.
"I think you broke my nose," Malfoy complained, leading her through the train. Hermione rolled her eyes at his back.
Men are such babies!

When they reached the Prefect carriage and took their seats the Heads went through stuff they already knew, rules and such. Hermione zoned out and thought about the little girl in her dreams, Pan-Pan. Who was she? Where was she?

Hermione snapped out of her thoughts and found that she was face to face with Malfoy.
"Are you coming on not?" he asked. Hermione glared daggers into him and felt herself get angry.
"Well if you'd move your cocky ass I will!" Malfoy seemed shocked for a minute, but quickly recovered.
"Well come on then!" he said, straightening. Hermione watched as he walked out of the carriage, the laid her head back and fell asleep.

DRACO MALFOY – P.O.V

"Drakie!" Pansy cried in delight as Draco walked in. Ducking casually under her arms he sat down next to Blaise, who had a blonde on his lap and was involved in kissing her.
"Whattcha reading Marcus?" Draco asked, trying to keep the disgust out of his voice.
"Quiddich," Marcus said, handing the magazine to Draco, not bothering to hide how disturbing he thought Blaise's actions were.

Soon enough Pansy noticed that chattering in Draco's ear wasn't going to make one bit of difference so she gave up.
"Cummon Amy, lets go get our robes on!" grabbing the girl on Blaise's knee, she walked out. Blaise lent back and sighed deeply.

"God she's an animal!" he said putting his hands behind his head.
"That's disgusting!" Draco pointed out, before handing the magazine back to Marcus. Blaise just smirked and shrugged.
"Oh and you don't have 'disgusting' things that you'd do with someone that hot?" he asked. Draco thought for a moment.
"Maybe," he said with a grin.
"Would you two drop it?" Marcus asked, getting annoyed. "You make me wanna hurl!"

"So, Draco, made your move on Mudblood yet?" Marcus said, grinning this time. Draco stared at his best friend.
"Now that is enough to make anyone hurl!" he said. Blaise smirked, and looked at Marcus.
"I've got a competition for you Draco Malfoy!" Blaise said boldly. "We'll have a little contest, to see who can get Mudblood to like them first! First one to get her to say something like, "I love you," will win! Deal?" Blaise held out his hand. Draco looked at Marcus, who also had his hand out. Draco grinned evilly.

"Deal!"

A.N: Just a few things I want to clear up.

Okay I apologize to all the peeps that luv Anastasia, but I just LOVE that bit, so I had to put it in!!!

Flint, Zambini and Malfoy don't have the 'gang' relationship everybody thinks they do, but more of normal, tight, friendship!!!