Wow, so it's been like 2 ½ years since I've updated… I hope that you haven't given up on me! It's just been very hectic because I write this with my friends and we did start this chapter long ago and I finally got around to finishing it. Hopefully you'll be able to tell that we've matured (a bit) in our writing in the past 2 years as well. So, without further ado, here's the next chapter! -PropertyOfDracoMalfoy

CHAPTER SIX: BLOOD AND CONTEMPLATIONS

Draco Malfoy paused outside of his compartment door. He looked back to were Hermione was still standing. She was awhile away, where he could still see her, but just out of earshot. She was skipping down the aisle, on the way to her own compartment. Yes, skipping. As weird as it sounded to Draco, he knew that either she had gone mad, or he himself had. Her hair was swinging from side to side, as were her arms. She approached her compartment, also pausing at the door, and walked calmly inside.

Why the hell was I nice to that Mudblood? Draco thought. But he knew the reason, deep down. That Hannah Montana girl had an odd affect on him that, for some weird reason, caused him to be nice. Just seeing her being nice made him want to try it, which was still confusing Draco. He had called that Mudblood by her first name, for Merlin's sake! But it was nice for once to not have an argument with her, but actually a civil conversation.

The thought that he is now being kind to TWO Mudbloods within the same time frame entered his mind… Now he has one skipping around, and the other one making herself at home in a compartment full of his Pureblood friends! He shook his head opened the door. Once it was ¾ of the way open, Pansy flung herself on him.

"Oh, Draco! You're finally back! I was beginning to think that something terrible happened. What took you so long?" Pansy cried, gripping his robes in a surprisingly tight grip.

"Pansy, you idiot, I was just changing into my robes and on my way back I ran into Potter's Mudblood friend. Why do you have to act so incredibly childish?" Draco said, shoving Pansy away from him. She stumbled and landed on the seat next to Hannah. Draco snuck a look at Hannah. She was looking at Pansy like she was a freak, which she was really. Pansy had an obsession with Draco that was more obvious then Ron being gay. The facial expression on Hannah's face told Draco that she had figured it out. Really, who couldn't? And now that Draco looked at Hannah to see her reaction, he began to survey her more thoroughly than he had earlier. She really was very pretty, in an American sort of way. Her complexion was impeccable and her hair was gorgeous. It was obviously extensions or some sort of fake, but that just made it even more appealing to Draco. It added a sense of mystery in his opinion. He wondered what she looked like without the phony hair and all the make-up… Usually he was so good at judging other people correctly, but she was so different, no, unique, that it was hard for Draco to peg her personality.

"How was your summer, Draco? Mine was fabulous!" Pansy's sharp voice brought him back to earth. "My parents took me to the beach where we jinxed unsuspecting Muggles. This one Muggle-" but Draco wasn't listening to Pansy talk about her summer. He was too busy thinking about Hannah and Hermione. For a while now he has been asking himself if he liked Hermione. He was drawing the conclusion that he did, but then this Hannah girl comes along. She's pretty and is nice to him, and she is nowhere near as clingy as Pansy. How does he feel about her? Why can't both the girls have the bloodline of Pansy, or Pansy have the … er … everything else of both Mudbloods? It just didn't seem fair for blood to matter so much. Draco had been considering it's importance since he began to see Hermione in a different light.. Maybe Lucius is wrong about marriage after all. . . .

He was suddenly snapped out of his thoughts by Pansy yet again. "DRACO! Are you listening to me?" Pansy yelled.

"Totally," he said.

"Then what did I say?" Pansy asked him with an evil look on her face. Draco thought fast.

"You said that you and your parents went to the beach and jinxed muggles," he said, hoping that it was a good enough answer. He was relieved when the evil look on Pansy's face turned to a smile.

"Okay, good. For a second there I thought you weren't listening to me," she said and continued with her story. Draco laughed to himself at this. It was so easy to fool Pansy.

Hannah had started out listening to Pansy, but after about the forth word Pansy spoke, Hannah was deep in thought. She sat there staring out the window, wondering about what lay ahead.. She thought about Hogwarts and what it was going to be like. Would she get lost? Would she like her classes? Would she make new friends? What house would she be in? This question bugged her the most. What if she was in Hufflepuff, the house that all the (in her recently-made opinion) misfits go to? She was kind of hoping to be in Slytherin with Draco. He was the first person she met here, and he seemed really nice. But unfortunately, she knew that wouldn't happen. She was a "Muggle-born," unfit to be in the seemingly-glorious Slytherin House.

"… and then he fell in the mud! It was the best summer!" Pansy had finished her story as last. It appeared that she was looking for some sort of comment because she said, "It was the best summer!" again.

Hannah looked over at her and said, "Sounds like it." She smiled and Pansy seemed to have been fooled again. She continued to talk about random stuff, and it seemed that Crabbe and Goyle were the only ones paying attention to her.

Draco could tell that, like himself, Hannah was not paying attention. He looked over Pansy and saw that Hannah was staring out the window.

Thoughts of Draco filled Hannah's head. He does seem sweet, but his friends are very interesting. She wasn't quite sure how she felt about this, or him. She thought he was cute (that was a given) and there was a definite air of mystery about him that provoked her interest even further, but did she like him? She knew that if she did, Pansy would have a fit and go all psycho on her. Draco was real sweet and nice to her, but would liking Draco be worth the wrath of Pansy? She decided it was. And when pop sensation Hannah Montana makes up her mind about a boy, it's set in stone. Draco was going to be hers and there isn't a soul alive that would stand in her way.

Or so she thought…

So hopefully this chapter and the rest will have been worth the wait (I hope!) So please stick with me, as further laughs will ensue as the plot thickens!