Hermione's POV

I'm only half listening as Dumbledore is telling Malfoy about our Head duties. I'm more concerned with the fact that Malfoy is head boy. Ever since Harry and Ron had replaced me with the Slytherins back in 5th year, they had been hanging out with Malfoy. It's like he's the replacement for me. That stings. If someone had told me back in 4th year that Harry and Ron would ditch me for Draco Malfoy, I would have laughed and admitted them to St. Mungo's. Suddenly, someone shoved me from the side.

"Granger," Malfoy hissed. I jerked my head up. Dumbledore was looking at me expectantly. He had obviously just said something to me. I shifted uncomfortably. "Errrr."

Malfoy smirked. I was ready to slap him, even though Dumbledore was right there and probably wouldn't be to happy.

Dumbledore smiled though and said. "I was simply telling you that you should probably get off the train, now that it's stopped." He smiled warmly.

I blushed, bright red. I hadn't heard a word Dumbledore had said and even hadn't felt the train stop. I quickly nodded and got up. I felt Malfoy follow and quickened my pace. He kept up though and smiled evilly.

"So, Granger, what were you so engrossed in thinking about. It must have been important. You weren't even listening to Dumbledore. That's gotta be a first for you." He laughed cruelly.

I glared at him. "I'll have you know that what I was thinking about is, and never will be, your business. So there." I knew I sounded like a child but couldn't bring myself to care. I mean this was Malfoy, why would I?

He continued to smile though it had a dangerous edge to it. " We'll see." was all he said. What the heck was that supposed to mean.

Draco's POV

I could tell I had frightened her. Her eyes said it all. Honestly, I could read Granger like an open book. A book that I wanted to tear apart at the seams. And then burn. And then throw the ashes into the Pacific Ocean.

Harry Potter's POV

I was already at the opening feast. I was the first person in the Great Hall well me and Ron. And that was ten minutes ago. Hermione walked in not long after that. I'd never admit it to Ron, who hated Hermione as much as he used to love her, (as a friend of course) that I missed her. Terribly. It was like losing your little sister, which was like what she used to be to me. Ron and I are sitting at the Slytherin table, as usual. All the Gryffindors joke that we switched houses. Ron and I know they don't approve of us fraternizing with the "enemy" but don't say anything because, well, I'm Harry Freakin' Potter. Draco's sitting in between both Ron and I. I don't really know how it happened but after a while he sort of became the leader in our group. Just like he was to the Slytherins. They all did whatever he said all the time. I don't really know why, maybe he just gave off that leader vibe. I know it's not fear like it was before I killed Voldemort because Slytherins aren't like that. They were just misunderstood. They don't bully or tease or call people mudbloods anymore. I can't believe Mione can't see that. But I guess it's a good thing. Draco is a nicer, kinder and more understanding friend then she could ever be.

Draco's POV

I glanced over at Potter. He seemed to be in deep thought. I could easily tell what about because he kept glancing over at the gryffindor table when Granger sat with her friends. Astoria sat by her. Stupid Mudblood. Weasley sat to my other side stuffing his stupid face. He was oblivious to the world around him. I honestly think that if his dumb ol' mom let him, he would marry food. I'm not even kidding. I'm Draco Malfoy and I don't kid. Finally, the plates all cleared and I muttered a quick good-bye to Potter and Weasley before rushing to the Head Dorms. Granger wasn't there yet. Perfect.

I ran up to my room and took out a necklace from under my shirt. It was a silver chain with a blood red orb hanging on it. I quickly pressed the orb and felt myself vanish.