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Ch. 2 - He didn't even think about catching her as he watched her almost completely eat shit in front of everyone.

It was like being drawn to someone or something instantly, like he had known her his whole life. which is completely ridiculous. But more than that, it was pure and natural instinct. He reacted.

He couldn't believe how amazing her body felt against him. Draco heard a small cough from the passer by and realized he held her for a split second longer than he should.

His eyes darted to her face and she seemed to have lost her breath from falling... She stared at him through dark shades and gave him a small that made his heart hammer in his chest in an intense and violently uneven pattern. He spoke before he could stop himself.

"Hi."

"Hullo."

!cough! Ok this time it was definitely Blaise, Draco thought.

He lifted her just as quickly as he caught her, but stood her gently on her feet, like a gentleman- and took a step back.

She was switching her purse in her hands and grinned at the them. He looks so familiar.. .there was a part of Hermione that wanted to believe Malfoy had some amazing distant cousin that was pleasant and charming. He doesn't know who I am.

"Thank you Mr...?"

Blaise stuck his hand out in font of Hermione and took a step in front of Draco.

"Zabini, Blaise"

Hermione averted her eyes from the handsome blonde and smiled devilishly at the other boy. He was almost a foot taller than her petite 5'4, but bent to her level and lifted his brow, curious as to her name.

"Charmed..."

Draco's eyes hadn't left her whisper thin frame. She wasn't skinny per se- but more like muscles lean and toned in a subtle perfection.

Her face found his once again and she actually smirked. Has to be a Slytherin, he thought.

"Do I know you?" Draco heard his voice ask her.

She turned her gaze to her enemy, still amazed that he didn't recognize her. She didnt look That different... Did she?

"Yes," she watched him raise his eyebrows and furrow his brow.

He kept chanting 'take off your sunglasses' in his head as he searched her concealed face.

She smiled a little and continued, "I think so."

Hermione made a small spin on her feet and noddles at the men regarding her with baffled and impressed expressions.

She gave a small laugh as she turned around and raised a hand in goodbye.

"See you later, boys."

"What the fuck just happened, mate?"

Blaise was dumbstruck and intrigued, she obviously knew them. But she looked to be older than a 7th year?

She was a woman. Draco was annoyed.

She knew him. He could tell they had met before... she couldn't have been some fling I had, I would've held onto her.

They were all stupid bints his mother thought would fit into 'his world'. Bottocks.

He didn't even comprehend Blaise rambling on to him as they walked into the train station and boarded the train without so much as a backward glance to

the platform.

Hermione couldn't believe her nerve.

She was never so scandalous before... She thought back on the previous moments as she passed through the barrier and boarded the train.

She had regarded Draco fondly.

She had no idea when the hell he had become so.. Delicious. Just gorgeous in a way that made your heart break just a little bit to witness someone sculpted so perfectly.

He was nothing like the sniveling, shit-head little racist brat she always remembered. Tall, almost as tall as Blaise, but light skin- not shockingly white like his younger self, but he obviously spent time in the sun and had just the slightest hint of a two week old sunburn on his nose and cheeks.

His dirty blonde hair was shaggy and hung barely in his eyes. But neat. His eyes...

They were so expressive when he wasn't wearing a smug smirk and sneering and hissing out insults and comments about her filthy blood. She was almost happy that he was so kind to her. Maybe even enthralled with her.

She held a small satisfaction in knowing that she had made him stumble. Maybe stumble was a wrong word for it... He was too graceful to do that, maybe he was just caught off guard?

Yes. That was it. She rationalized to herself. He looked so good. And he didnt recognize me.

His shoulders looked broad in the handsome pea coat he was wearing. She could see the muscles underneath and almost sighed.

A third year tripped past her in the train corridor and she was snapped out of her reverie.

She approached her friends usual cabin to find Ginny Weasley, her very best friend and recently broken up with Harry.

Ginny looked up and smiled at the brunette.

"Merlin, Mione! What the bloody hell did you do to yourself?"

Hermione smiled glanced back around the hallway to find it empty, she walked through the doorway and slid the compartment door with a snap.

"What? Do you not like it?"

She winked at her ginger friend and giggled when Ginny launched herself at her best friend and laughed along with her.

"You look blood brilliant!"

Hermione laughed,"You look bloody gorgeous yourself Miss Weasley."

"No really Mione! You look like a model from some celebrity rag! I would die for your shirt, did you have an Amazing time in Bora Bora? You are so Tan! Did you meet any guy? You have to tell me!"

Hermione wondered if she had taken a single breath the entire time. She laughed at her friends antics, noting that she sounded so much like Ron. Speaking of Ron...

"One question at a time you crazy witch! I have questions too. Like, where is Harry and Ron perhaps?"

Ginny looked around the empty compartment as if to double check it's privacy.

"They're not coming back for 7th year, Hermione."

She felt her heart drop into her stomach. No. They couldn't have.

The three of them had been planning to go an search for the Horcruxes... After Harry and Dumbledore had retrieved the locket, after Professor Snape killed him and explained what happened to the order. How Draco needed secret protection.

Snape seemed to convince the Order that Draco didn't want to be a killer. A fact that only propelled Harry's fierce hate for Snape and he made his loathing clear. The only thing left was an old will Dumbledore made to encore Snape's innocence and encourage the Order to go about business as planned.

"How could they leave me like this? I mean... I understand leaving her to search for the Horcruxes during 7th year, or discussing going to search for them with proper back up and tools and a medical kit."

Gods, I hope they dont get themselves killed.

Ginny watched the emotions wash over Hermione's face.

"I'm so sorry, Mione. I'm still mad at them for leaving like this. I haven't spoken to Harry since that night." Ginny rolled her eyes and flicked her straight plait over her shoulder in a way that told Hermione she was getting over the break up.

She kept speaking. "Merlin, mum was so pissed when we woke up three days ago and the boys were already gone. Left a note, some kind of ya know 'oh don't worry, were going to go on a little bloody adventure' or some rubbish like that"

Ginny huffed and blew her breathe out in her face, making her banged fly up in a comically annoyed fashion.

"When did you get bangs?"

Ginny laughed outright and batted her eyelashes at her friend.

"You like? I was wondering when you'd notice!"

She smiled and Hermione noticed just how grown her young friend had become in a few short months of being apart.

Her bright fiery hair was less of a mess, falling pin straight past her shoulders in a thick curtain. Her bangs were cut straight across her forehead, just over her eyebrows, making her look girly and sweet.

It was apparent she had whitened her teeth and been in the sun as well. Her long lashes were coated in espresso colored mascara, accentuating her deep brown eyes. She had a round face and a small upturned button nose.

Ginny had by far exceeded her in body type. She was taller, almost 5'9 and had legs for days. Legs she obviously couldn't wait to show off. Hermione took in her high waisted jean shorts and ripped green vintage rolling stones t-shirt. It would look ridiculous on anyone else, but Ginny made it look Good.

From experience Hermione knew her friend wouldn't think twice about what to wear, pulling off her boho-chic style with an air of carelessness and ease. It was unnerving.

Little did she knew, she was causing quite an uproar a few compartments down.

Draco had been so caught up in the mystery girl that he forgot to share the good news.

"Oh, by the way mate, I made Head Boy," he grinned at Blaise who had only just rolled his eyes and chuckled a bit to himself.

"I knew you would, Drake. Congratulations, " he clapped one hand onto his shoulder in a brotherly way, "I'm so bloody proud!"

Draco snorted and shoved his friend not unkindly and sank unceremoniously into his seat and propped his feet up on the bench. His mind betrayed him and he found himself thinking back on the broad from the train station. Who the fuck was she?

"Have you got a crush on the chick from the train station?"

Blaise was always one to be blunt and unforgiving. Draco couldn't do much but express his feelings as Blaise would probably weasel it out of him very soon. Might as well get it over with he supposed.

"I cant stop thinking about her mate, its driving me bloody mad."

His friend chucked at his distraught state and get him a punch in the arm.

"Man up, pussy."

Draco sat up full in his seat and glared at Blaise with dark eyes.

"What the fuck as are you talking about Zabini?"

Blaise simply rolled his eyes and responded, "Just find out who she is, and bang her. She is hot."

Draco shook his head and gave a strange grunt of disapproval before informing his friend of his observation, "I can tell you right now, Blaise, she isnt that kind of bird."

The black haired boy shook his head again and leaned back in his seat before peeping his eyes open at Draco.

"Dont you have some sort of Head Boy meeting with McGonagall on the train ride there?"

Draco blanched and glanced at his clock, 10 minutes behind when he intended to head to the front of the train. Was he really lost in thought over that woman... it was so unlike him.

He stood as Blaise snickered to himself, "That's what I thought!"

Draco threw his book at Blaise's head and slammed the compartment door to drown out his best mate's laughter.

He was late for the bleeding Head's meeting. He was going to meet the new Head Girl. Merlin, please let her be somewhat attractive.

He slid open the head compartment and his eyes met McGonagall. She gave him a quick nod as she was listneing to another student in the chair in front of him speak. He couldnt see her face, but he recognized her voice moved to stand next to the chair and resisted the urge to look in the girl's direction. He couldn't help the overwhelming dread that crashed over him like violent tidal waves from the sea. Disgust, agony, annoyance, disapproval. He felt every single one of them.

Granger.