A new Era

Draco Malfoy just could not believe what he was hearing. The Golden Trio...no more? The whole train was talking about it. Last anybody knew, Harry and Hermione had barricaded themselves in the prefects compartment and would not come out, nor let anyone else in, aside from, it was rumored, Ginny Weasley. Well, being Draco Malfoy, he was curious. So he made his way to the front of the train towards the prefects compartment. All the way wondering why one Weasle was shunned, and another welcomed.

He grew closer to the front of the train. Music was coming from somewhere. The Prefects compartment? What was that anyway? It wasn't anything he had heard recently. Oh wait...yes. It was Muggle rock. And...was that cigarette smoke he was smelling?! He looked down. Yep. There was smoke coming from inside the compartment. Were they turning it into a damn tobacco factory in there?! 'How can three people produce that much smoke?!' he mused. Well, two that he knew of. Okay, here goes nothing. He knocked.

Everything grew quiet while he waited. 'This was stupid!' he screamed at himself inside his head. 'Why the hell would they talk to you now? After all you've done to them?! And all to hide your damn feelings! God! I am so stupid!' he continued to rant inside his head, obviously unaware of the fact that Harry could hear everything he thought.

-------------------[inside the compartment

Harry was sprawled out on the leather couch he had transfigured the seat into. Hermione was surveying herself in the full length mirror, with Ginny flouncing around her, handing her new tops to try on and fixing her hair and makeup. Harry was surprised when Hermione hadn't shown any signs of embarrassment in changing in front of him. 'Nothing you don't want to see anyways,' she had said to him with a smirk. So now, he was lying there, watching her transform herself as Ginny blurred in and out of sight.

Ah, Ginny. She too, it had seemed, had changed a bit over the years. She had taken a test over the summer that enabled her to be placed in the same year as Harry and Hermione. Now a seventh year, she seemed to be more confidant in herself. And also a lot more snarky than he recalled. She was no longer the Sweet Weasley daughter. No. Now she was Ginny, the tease. Or so it seemed. She too had decided to return to Hogwarts as herself. Seventh years weren't required to wear the uniform anymore, unless they wished to. Apparently, Ginny wished to. Thought hers was a bit more...risque than the traditional uniform. She wore a gray pleated skirt that barely touched her thighs, a crisp white shirt that hugged her curves and accentuated the fact that she was wearing a bright red bra underneath. She had on thigh high white stockings held up by a green garter belt. She had black stilettos on her feet and bright red lipstick on her mouth. Her hair had been dyed a darker, more seductive shade of red and was held in place on either side of her head in high pigtails. There was no doubting it. Ginerva Weasley had grown up.

"Hermione," Ginny said, "I swear to you. The wife beater works with it! Why are you being so bloody difficult?" she asked her best friend.

Hermione regarded herself in the mirror. She had on black leather pants and a white wife beater that showed her black bra. She had bright red stilettos on her feet and her hair was now sleek and had pink tips in it. It was swept into a high ponytail on top of her head. She had dark red lipstick on her lips and black eyeshadow on her eyes. 'Wow.' she thought. 'I look hot.' With that she turned back to face the slightly annoyed red head. "You're right Gin. Thank you." she said before placing a kiss on the other girls cheek . This action caused many different reactions in the compartment.

Harry stared, obviously waiting to see if the encounter was going to turn into something else.

Ginny stood there, rooted to the spot. Shock obvious on her face.

Hermione took all of this in and then headed over to her trunk to find her cigarette stash. As she turned back around she found both occupants staring at her with curiosity. She plopped down on the floor and propped her back up against the sofa harry occupied. Lighting her cigarette, she smiled sheepishly at both of them.

Harry looked at Ginny. Ginny stared hard at Hermione. Then, obviously deciding that all was as it should be, plopped down into Hermione's lap and promptly stole her cigarette.

Then there was a knock at the door.

Hermione glanced at the girl in her lap. "Gin, can I have my smoke back please?" she asked. Ginny just smiled at her and continued sucking down cigarette smoke. Hermione opened her mouth to protest but a pair of lips soon encased hers. She sucked back in shock, only to find her mouth filling with the sweet smoke of the cigarette. As Ginny pulled away she sucked down the smoke before releasing it again. Then smiled sheepishly at the tease she had in her lap.

Harry sat there, staring appreciatively at the sight next to him. 'Holy shit. That was the hottest thing I've ever seen girls do.' he thought. Harry himself didn't fancy girls that much but that little scene was something he would more than willingly jump into. He turned his attention back to the door and focused on the mind that was out there. 'Hmm. Draco Malfoy. What have we here?' He thought to himself as he keyed in to the other boys mind. What he heard made him giggle. The girls turned towards him. "It's Draco Malfoy" he told them. "Feel like letting another one into the lair?" he asked jokingly. The girls giggled and then nodded their approval.

Harry got up and made his way to the door.

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"Well, well, well, Draco. What is it I can help you with?" Harry drawled as he leaned against the door frame.

Draco just stood there with his mouth wide open. 'Potter?! Why did he have to go and get hotter?! This is not going to make hiding some uh...certain things easy this year.' he thought to himself.

As if on cue, Harry smirked at the blond and said, "Aww Draco, I never knew you felt that way for me."

Draco seemed to go into cardiac arrest. 'How does he know?!?!?!' he frantically wondered.

Harry walked forward until his face was a scant inch from his. "It's okay Draco. I want you too." With that, Harry pulled Draco into the compartment and shut the door with a snap.