A/N: I know that in the last I said that Blaise couldn't miss the prefect meeting again, BUT I repaired that error in deciding that Malfoy has been stripped of his prefect duties. : D so read, review and enjoy.

Chapter 2

Blaise leaned back against the seat cushion of the car and looked out the window. Everyone just walked by on the sidewalks ignoring each other and going about their own business. Why did no one ever acknowledge anyone else unless they knew them? The ministry car stopped at a red light but had somehow managed to squeeze to the front of the queue of cars first. The car to the right of his was a taxi. He looked at the passengers with just a passing glance. But upon realizing who it was he had to do a double take. It was Hermione Granger and presumably her parents. She looked gorgeous. Her hair was lighter than he remembered; she had also gotten a haircut that gave her bangs on either side of her forehead. It made her look older and even more beautiful. If that was possible. She turned her head and looked straight at him. His face turned red immediately, but was little heartened by the fact that she gave him a flirty smile and waved. She obviously had no idea of he was. He leaned back against the car and daydreamed the entire way to King Cross's.

Blaise was rudely shaken awake by the ministry official. He hadn't realized that he had fallen asleep. He rubbed his eyes and stretched. By the time he climbed out of the car the ministry driver had already fetched a trolley and loaded all of his baggage onto it.

"Have a good term sir." And was gone with a tip of his hat he was back in car and gone. He pulled the trolley up to the wall and just kept going. He arrived safely on the other side. He pushed his trolley to the other absolute end of the train to the compartment where he always sat. It was so out of the way that only witch with the lunch cart ever came back there. He set up his things and was just about to leave when he noticed a parchment envelop taped to the glass of the door. The envelop ad his name written on it with emerald ink in an extremely curly hand.

Dear Mr.Zabini,

As you ma y be aware, due to some situations last year involving some of Slytherin House's prefects. The situations have lead said prefects to be stripped of the privilege due to abuse of power. Therefore leading to the necessity for two new prefects to be chosen. Henceforth I would like to congratulate you, on being chosen. Please don't think this of as being a second choice. But I must inform you that this position is an honor and a privilege so don't abuse your power. At this time I would also like to inform you that your new co-prefect will your fellow Slytherin Aspen MacKenzie.

Sincerely yours,

Albus Dumbledore

Aspen Mackenzie who the hell was Aspen MacKenzie. She was a Slytherin he had never heard of her before. But then again most of the people in his house had never seen or heard of him either. He slid the badge out of the envelop and pinned it to his robes. He headed to the front of the train and sat down in very cushy compartment that he could only assume that belonged to the head boy and girl. Generally the compartment begun to fill up and grow slightly crowded. The head boy and girl walked in and gave a set of rules and gave a whole speech about how being a prefect privilege and how if you abused it you would lose it. He stood up to leave and smacked right into Hermione Granger and Ron Weasly. He knocked her right on her butt. He leaned down to offer her a hand up. She took his hand and sent a warm tingling sensation up his arm. She looked him full in the face and gave him a looked of shocked recognition.

"I'm sorry that was really thoughtless of me." Blaise said struggling to keep an even tone.

"It's quite alright, it was partly my fault. Wasn't looking where I was going." Her voice trailed off as their eyes met. Their gaze stay locked for an hour or second neither of them would ever be able to tell. They were shook suddenly out their little world when Ron Weasley's voice suddenly cut in.

"Mione we can't keep Harry waiting"
"What, oh yes I'll be right there. By the I'm terribly sorry. Wasn't looking where I was going terribly clumsy you know. But wait you wouldn't know that would you because we've never met have we. Well ok by then." She colored violentl at being so inarticulate at the sight a very good looking boy. Stupid girl she chastised herself you can't turn all second year at the sight of every good loking boy you come into contact with. She looked up at him once more before she left to see him standing there with a very amused look on his face. She left the carriage knowledge that she would never get that sexy face out of her mind.

Blaise stood staring at the door through which Hermione Granger had just left. And he as he made his was back to his carriage his mind kept playing over every detail of their little encounter.