It's great having people that read my first story reading my second. I just hope that it is as good. I wrote this one a while ago but am only now posting it.

Well I would hate to keep you from reading more, so please, carry on…

Draco

"You are a pair of idiots!" Draco informed the clowns standing in front of him.

They both looked at him blankly. Merlin, one of these days I am going to get rid of these two. Maybe find somebody that actually has a brain rather than fluff!

"Listen to me." They both nodded. "You are not aloud to speak unless I say so. Okay?"

"Why?" Goyle asked.

"Because, u idiot, I want to have some fun. If either of you speak you will ruin it. So are we clear?" he asked.

They both nodded.

"So what are you not aloud to do?" he demanded, praying that this time they understood.

"We are not aloud to speak." Crabbe answered.

"About bloody time!" Draco snapped.

Turning away from the two dunderheads he looked around the platform. His eyes narrowing while he looked for his first victim. Granger usually arrived early. Btu not this year, he smirked, maybe she didn't want to run into him. Oh well that's just her tough luck. He was going to have himself some fun!

He spotted Potter and Weasly putting their cases on the train. Now if he kept watching them then the third of the trio was sure to turn up. They still hadn't noticed him as they walked passed him. So he grabbed Crabbe and Goyle and pulled them behind him and stuck out his foot.

Weasly being the idiot that he was didn't even see it and went flying across the floor.

Over Crabbe and Goyle's laughing he could make out the sound of running feet heading towards them. He turned to see Granger getting closer.

"What did you do that for?" Potter demanded.

Draco didn't turn back to look at The-Boy-Who-Lived, no his eyes were glued to Granger.

"Sorry, I don't know how I could have missed you weasel, what with that amazing hair of yours."

He watched as Hermione bent down to check the Carrot top was okay, and then helped pull him to his feet. Looking around on the floor she made sure that she had picked up all of his things, because obviously the weasel couldn't do it for himself.

She looked terrible, like she hadn't slept in weeks. Pleasure at the thought of her not being able to sleep because of him swept through his body. But then he frowned. He hadn't been able to sleep either. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her. He remembers every little thing of that night and it was driving him insane.

But what annoyed him more right now, was no matter how bad she looked she was still hot.

Granger, the mudblood…HOT!

"What the Fuck Malfoy?" the Weasel snapped.

"Oh there is nothing to worry about anymore Weasel; your girlfriend is here to help you." The thought of her being with him sent a bitter taste into his mouth. Making him scowl harder. "Shame she's a mudblood I thought even you could do better."

"Shut your mouth Ferret." A bright red Weasly growled.

"Or what?"

"Or we will shut it for you!" Potter answered.

"Well look at this Granger you have your own bodyguards. Where were they when we danced?" he asked looking at her.

He watched fascinated as blood flooded into her face, making her blush becomingly. He watched it go down her throat and under her top. He wondered how much of her body it covered. He felt a string in his groin at the thought of finding out.

Potter and Weasly turned to look at Granger.

"What does he mean?" Weasly asked.

Granger looked at her feet.

"Aw look she's all shy." Goyle said.

Draco turned to look at him, sending a warning glare. Looking back at Granger he felt a tug somewhere deep inside him. Growling he did his best to ignore it.

"It is really nice to see you again Granger." He added.

"Again?" Potter asked her.

"And what a shame you don't have that hot little top on anymore. Just when I was starting to like it." He smirked.

"Hot little top?" Weasly asked just above a whisper, his eyes nearly pooping out of his face.

"Oh well I have a train to catch." He turned and started to walk away. "Weasel, wonder boy…" then looking over his shoulder he gave Granger a wink as he said. "…Mudblood."

As he got onto the train, Draco felt like scum. No it was worse than that he felt like his father! Why was he not getting the normal rush he got when winding them up? And why, pray tell, did he feel bad for the mudblood.

"AH, Mr Malfoy, you and the head girl are to go to the head compartment." Mrs McGonagall said as she passed.

"Who's the head girl?" he shouted after her,

"Miss Granger of course!" she called back.

Oh Fuck!

So this is shorter than the other chapters. But don't worry the others will be longer. There is a little thing down there and it wants you to press it. Yep that's it. Then you type a message. Saying how you liked it or didn't then you submit it and that makes me happy!