I glared at him, praying that he would just fall over and die.

"No, we wouldn't," I said very quietly and very reluctantly.

"Good," he smirked. "That's what I thought you'd say."

I turned and put on my robes, checking myself in a mini mirror that I had just pulled out from my bag.

I heard a snort from behind me. "What?" I demanded, spinning around.

"You. You're checking out your hair?" he was laughing.

"Yeah? So? Unlike you, I care about simple things like personal hygiene and how I look to others," I told him, returning to my mirror.

"Are you saying I smell?" he sounded offended.

"No, not at all," I said sarcastically. "I can just smell your B.O. from here."

"Why you-" he was cut off by a knock on the compartment door.

I hurried over to it, opening it in the process.

"Yes?" I asked the tall kid who had dark blue hair and eyes.

"I-I've got something from you. I-It's from a redhead named Ronald Weasly, I think," the kid stuttered, obviously nervous.

"Oh, really? Well you can tell Ronald that I very much like it," I smiled.

He gave me the box he was carrying and scurried down the hall.

I laughed and re closed the door.

"W-What's that?" Draco asked me.

"Oh, just something from Ron," I smiled, knowing that Draco wanted to know what it was. But he was just going to have to suffer.

"Oh, it's from Weasly? Then it's probably just a love note," he smirked.

"No it's not," I told him, slightly blushing. Ron and I had just broken up a month ago, and he was trying to win me over.

"It is, isn't it?" he grinned, noticing my blush.

"No!" I said defensively.

"It is!" He snatched up the letter and opened it. He started to read it aloud:

"Dear Hermione," he started. "It has come to my attention that we have been apart for almost a month now, and you still have feelings for me. As I you. But, you were the one who broke it off. It just makes no sense! So, I want you to meet me and Harry in the," Draco stopped here and started to laugh uncontrollably.

"What?" I demanded.

"So, I want you to meet me and Harry in the cartrage when the train stops," he laughed, thrusting the note at me. "It looks like your boyfriend can't spell carriage," he smirked.

"He's not my boyfriend," I said in a deathly quiet voice. "And I don't care about him." I may act nice to him, but believe me, I HATE him.

"Oh, I didn't know," Draco said, raising an eyebrow. He sat down and was quiet for the rest of the trip.

About a half an hour later, the train slowed to a stop and me and Draco stood. He allowed me to go first, and I did. As I stepped off the train, he followed. I saw Harry and Ron and hurried over to them, leaving Draco to find his Slytherin cronies.

"Hey," I smiled as I stepped up beside them. "You spelled cartrige wrong," I grinned at Ron.

He grinned back at me.

Harry opened the door to carriage and I got in, followed by Ron, and last, Harry.

The Thestrals made the carriage move onward, toward the castle.

"So, is Malfoy being a total jerk?" Ron asked.

"Yeah, he is," I mumbled.

"Well, what are you going to do? I mean, you have to share a common room and all. And your bedrooms are right across from each other," Ron said, remembering what Percy had told him.

"Well, it's not that bad," I muttered.

"What!" Harry and Ron exclaimed, looking at me like I was insane.

"He's not as bad as he was last year," I explained, noticing their shock.

"Whatever," they mumbled.

Once we got to the castle, Professor McGonagall told us that Draco and I were going to be noticed during the Welcome speech.

"Okay," we told her, sitting down at our House tables.