*~*~*~*~A/N: Hey people/Person! Here's the next chapter! I would like to thank my First Reviewer BlackWidow12 and Dedicate this Chapter to her! Thankies Much!~*~*~*~*

It took her a moment to realize what was happening. Malfoy, Te Draco Malfoy, was trying to help her get to the platform. Help and Malfoy did not go together in the same sentence. Especially if the words 'Granger' and 'Hermione' were also in that sentence

"Granger! That's it! I'm leaving you!"

She suddenly reached up and grabbed his still outstretched hand. He pulled her to her feet like she weighed absolutely nothing.

They gathered their things and took off at once. Hermione looked at her watch, 3 minutes. The wall was in sight. Almost there.

They were through.

A moment later the few students still on the platform were gaping at them.

'What? Why is everyone looking at me?'

They both thought.

Draco suddenly caught sight of their still intertwined fingers. He quickly jerked his hand away as if he'd been burned and looked at Hermione with disgust. He recovered his cool mask quickly and gave her a cold stare as he walked away with his things, Ezekiel hooting excitedly.

Hermione just stared.

The whistle for the train blew loud and clear signaling that the train was moving.

She dashed to the door and jumped on in the last few seconds before the bright red steam engine roared to life and began moving.

She moved down the train to her usual compartment and then remembered that she was a prefect this year. She turned around and headed back towards the front of the train. She reached the compartment and gasped.

Sitting on top of a lavishly decorated suitcase was the great black owl staring at her with those cold, calculating, yellow eyes.

'Oh Merlin! Please no!!! Why! Why is this happening to me!? Anyone else, even that pug faced PARKINSON would be better than this!'

Malfoy, It seemed was a prefect as well and to make things even worse, the only other empty luggage space was right next to his things. She set her things down reluctantly and the Owl hooted warningly at her.

"Oh shut up you filthy bird-"

"Actually, I thought my Owl was rather well groomed, unlike that filthy, orange, mop you call a cat."

A cold voice cut in. Hermione turned around to see the mercury orbs and platinum hair of the Slytherin prince. She noticed quickly that he had grown at least half a foot since last year as his head was now one and a half heads above her own. She just stood there waiting for more harsh words to come.

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Draco left her alone on the platform. How could he be so stupid? Arriving in plain view holding hands with a filthy, Mud-….No. Not anymore. He refused to degrade her, even in the privacy of his mind. Even if she was a Foolhardy Gryffindor.

He got onto the train, not unaware that she was still standing there staring dumbly after him. He went straight to the Prefect's compartment. Remembering how his father had bribed Snape to make him a prefect left a disgusting taste in his mouth. It didn't matter that his family had a large fortune that he was the sole heir to. Draco believed in achieving things by talent and skill. Not bribery.

He reached the compartment and was relieved to see through the rain spattered window that Hermione had found her way onto the train. He didn't understand this sudden emotion between them. Since when did he stop hating Mudbl-…Muggle borns? When did he start tolerating, much less helping the bloody Gryffindors? Especially one of the Golden Trio. He didn't know. Nor did he much care to think about it. He set his things down as he made a resolution.

'She, is a Gryffindor. I, am a Slytherin. We are sworn enemies and it will forever be that way. I will NOT let this Lion's Cub get in the way of what has been nearly law for centuries.'

With that he left the Prefects compartment to go see his friends. Crabbe, Goyle, Blaise, and Pansy. That arrogant pug-face could not be counted as a friend but she constantly latched herself onto him. He dealt with it.

He walked back down the train and caught sight of a bushy brown head going towards the end of train. He found the compartment he was looking for and, as he expected, as soon as he slid the door open, Pug-Faced Parkinson was on his arm nearly throwing him into the seat beside her.

"Oh Draco! How Are you darling? How was your summer? I wrote you but there must have been something wrong with the owl."

He gently pried his arm from her vice-like grip. She looked slightly put out but didn't say anything. She just smiled a large fake smile.

"Err…Yes Pansy. I haven't received any of your letters."

Blaise leaned over and whispered in his ear.

"Liar, Liar. Pants on fire."

In fact, Draco had indeed received Pansy's letters. All twenty seven of them and all heavily scented in strong perfume and a big sloppy red lipstick smear ,that he could only assume was her crooked mouth, on each envelope. Gross.

Draco mumbled so that only Blaise, in his close proximity, could hear him.

"Shut the Bloody hell up Blaise. Do you want to lose your only connection to the Quiditch captain or what?"

Blaise was quiet. He had been trying to secure a place on the Slytherin quiditch team for Merlin only knows how long and Draco was his only chance. But Draco's need for fair play was hindering him from that goal. Never the Less he was determined to keep trying and because Draco was the seeker he had a fair chance if Draco vouched for him.

"Draco dear. Why don't you try a cookie? They're delicious."

Pansy had produced a Tin of chocolate chip cookies that looked strangely pinkish and thrust one at him. One whiff told him that these Cookies as Pug-face called them were Heavily laced with a very badly made love potion. After years of this trick from random girls in Hogwarts he knew instantly what she was trying to pull.

"No thanks Pansy, I'll just grab something from the trolley when it comes around."

This time, Pug-Face didn't even try to hide her disappointment.

"Oh Please? I worked ever so hard on them."

She placed her hand dangerously close to his crotch and he took that as the signal to get the hell out.

"Uhhhh….I got to go check on Ezekiel. Thanks anyway!"

He darted out of the compartment as fast as he could. After getting a few compartments down the train he stopped and caught his breath.

'Whew. What the HELL has gotten into that, that, Ugh! I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I hadn't gotten out of there when I did.'

He continued down the train thinking that he might as well check on Ezekiel while he had the chance. When he reached the compartment however, the door was already open and none other than Hermione Granger was standing in the doorway.

"Oh shut up you filthy bird-"

'How dare she call my owl Filthy! Just look at that THING she calls a cat.'

"Actually, I thought my Owl was rather well groomed, unlike that filthy, orange, mop you call a cat."

She spun around and seemed startled at first. Then she looked at him. Her eyes traveled up his body and stopped at his eyes.

He looked into her now Hazel ones, searching for something. Though he wasn't sure what.

*~*::.. Fin Chappie! Thanks for reading! Sorry the Chapter was so late but I have school at 7 in the morning and I have to wake up at five sooo….Bedtime for me! ..::*~*