Autho'r Note: xD and more editing. I really hope you guys like this story once I've made it better. GO DRACO AND HERMIONE!!!

Disclaimer I don't own Harry Potter, nor will I ever..

Platform 9 and 3 quarters had never seemed to be so full of hustle and bustle. Owls hooted, cats meowed, a certain toad croaked, and children rushed to and fro, saying good-bye to their parents, saying "Hi" to the friends that they had missed over the summer.

Hermione felt dull, surrounded by all this noise, just walking to the train, with her trunk being rolled behind her.

She couldn't wait to see Harry and Ron…. speak of the Devil. There they were. Ron had grown another few inches. Being the Keeper of the Griffyndor Quidditch Team had certainly done him good, she mused, looking at his now well-chiseled profile, sun-lightened but still very red hair, and tan skin. He saw her and started grinning and waving.

And when he ran up to her, saying "Hey 'Mione," and hugged her with his very nice arms, it was all she could do to keep a blush down. Harry ran over too with his own knowing grin at Hermione, and she quickly assessed similar changes.

He was taller, and since he was wearing muggle clothes that had obviously once been Dudley's, he had the sleeves rolled up to his shoulders and girls nearby were just standing still gazing at the Boy-who-lived.

Hermione smiled, 'Yup, this will definitely be an interesting year…' "Hey guys. Have you looked at the new textbooks? I have, and frankly, I think it will be Transfiguration and Charms that will be very taxing this year, plus obviously Potions. My Arithmacy class may also be rather complex, as we will be studying the certain random patterns of when…."

Harry and Ron sent her questioning looks for why she had stopped in the middle of her sentence, but shrugged it off that she was just continuing her speech in her head since they weren't really listening anyway.

"Come on, let's get a compartment." Harry said.

Hermione idly drifted along behind them, not at all listening to their current discussion of the newest Quidditch broom on the market.

Deep pool-like grey eyes, eyes that usually held nothing but contempt for her, were still penetrating hers.

He was moving as idly as she was, and they were both heading in the same forward direction, their gaze never breaking. For once in her life, Hermione didn't know what to do. Should she smile? Should she turn around and give him the cold shoulder? Should she walk over and say something? Not being able to decide, she simply kept his gaze.

There was something in his eyes this time, something more than the regular coldness and sneer. She couldn't place what it was, but it sent chills up and down her spine at regular intervals. There was a spark in his eyes, something that drew her to him almost like a magnet. He seemed to be feeling it too, because they met halfway.

They were now barely half a foot apart. She had to tilt her head up to keep meeting his eyes, seeing his so-soft looking blonde hair fall gently into his face. She didn't know why, but she wanted to brush it way so badly she actually raised her arm up halfway before realizing what she was doing.

Suddenly, at a pace that made seconds seem to last hour (and she must have been dreaming this because there was no way it was actually happening) Draco Malfoy began to lean down, as if intending to brush his lips across hers.

PHEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

The piercing warning whistle of the train made them both jump back, then run for different parts of the train and jump on it just as it started moving. Without another word or glance at each other, Draco walked off to find his usual cronies of Goyle, Crabbe, Pansy and Blaise, while Hermione set off in search of Ron and Harry.

Just as she reached the door of the compartment where the two were, she decided she needed a moment to collect herself.

Leaning against the swaying wall of the train, she pushed her hair away from her face and contemplated what just happened. 'Was Malfoy really about to ... to kiss me?'

'Oh you know you'd have liked it, stop trying to deny it.'

'I would not have!' Hermione retorted to the little voice in her brain.

'Oh, yes you would have, and there's no use denying it to me, I'm you remember? I know all of your secret thoughts…'

'Great,' thought Hermione, 'now I'm not only arguing with myself, but I'm also stalking myself...'

Squaring her shoulders back, and taking a deep breath of hope that Ron and Harry wouldn't notice anything particularly strange about her face, she walked into the compartment, and sat down, just in time to hear Ron say "Do you think we should go look for her, I mea-oh. Hi Hermione."

Hermione was amused, though she rolled her eyes.

"Where were you?" Harry asked.

"Oh, talking to Professor McGonagall, there's gonna be a Heads and Prefect meeting in an hour and a half." She was suprised at how easily the fluid lie came to her lips.

At their curious looks, she grinned, and moved her bushy hair out of the way, to let Ron and Harry see the shiny badge.

"Wow, was wondering who got it. Should've known though. Congrats Hermione." Ron said, smiling at her, a smile that made her heart flutter a little faster. "Thanks." She managed to say, for some reason breathing a little faster, hoping they don't notice.

"Actually Hermione, this is a relief." Harry said seriously. "I mean, Heads can take off house points, and Malfoy is the Head Boy so we need-are you okay, Hermione? I know the prospect of sharing a dormitory with Malfoy for our last year isn't .. well, it's not great, but you just tell us if he does something bad okay?"

Meeting his concerned green eyes, Hermione swallowed the bile in her throat and nodded.

Mentally, she was banging her head on a wall.

A/N: So what do you guys think? REVIEWS PLEASE! I tried to make this a bit longer than the others, but it's hard when the plot isn't really introduced yet.