Okay, so I decided to make my own scenes. But don't worry! I'll be sticking with the original plot! So just sit back, relax, and enjoy the chapter! :)

The Hogwarts Express blew a loud whistle, signaling that they were at the school. Harry, Ron, and Hermione gathered their belongings and left the train. With their bags in their hands, they made their way to the carriages that would take them into Hogwarts.

The carriages moved on their own, or so the students thought. They were actually pulled by horses, but you could only see the animal if you have witnessed death at least once in your life. Many students hadn't ever seen such a thing, although Harry could see the skeleton-like horses.

The three friends, along with Ginny, climbed into the carriage and waited for it to start moving. Although Hermione was still thinking about the event that happened between her and Malfoy on the train. Worried that she might accidentally tell Ron and Harry, Hermione just stared at her hands in her lap, not saying a word. And of course no one noticed. Harry and Ron were talking about Quidditch, a boring subject to Hermione, and Ginny was staring out the window.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived on a platform that would lead them into Hogwarts. They hopped off, leaving their bags in the hall, and made their way to the Great Hall for the big feast that they had at the beginning of every year.

And for a second, Hermione forgot all about Malfoy. She was just happy to be back at the place she loved so much. The Great Hall had that certain glow to it, and up at the staff table they could see all of the teachers. The ones they loved, such as Hagrid and even McGonagall, and the teachers they hated, such as Snape.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione each took a seat at the Gryffindor table, ready to listen to Dumbledore's speech, watch the sorting hat ceremony, and get full on delicious food.

Ten minutes later the new first years had gotten sorted into their houses and it was time for the Headmaster's speech. Dumbledore stepped up to his podium and started talking.

About halfway through, Hermione felt a pair of eyes on her. She looked over to see none other than Draco staring at her. She swallowed and went back to watching Dumbledore. Draco just smirked at how nervous he could make her and turned as well.

After the Feast

"Wow. That had to be the best dinner I've ever had."

"Ronald, you've said that about the beginning feast for the past four years." Hermione chuckled.

Ron looked thoughtful before saying, "It must get better every year!"

Hermione rolled her eyes as the staircases moved. Once they stopped, Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked in the direction of the Gryffindor common room.

Once they got there, they said the new password to the Fat Lady and her frame swung open, allowing the Gryffindors to go in. Harry and Ron said something about talking with Fred and George, so Hermione said goodnight and walked up to her dormitory.

However, that night as Hermione lay in bed, the last thing she saw before falling asleep was Draco's face.

A Week Later

"I can't believe this!" Fred exclaimed. Hermione looked up from her Transfiguration homework to see Fred, George, Ron, and Harry sitting on the chairs and couches over by the fireplace.

"Only seventeen years and older can join! That's ridiculous!"

"What are you gonna do about?" Ron said, looking at his twin brothers.

George and Fred exchanged looks before George said, "We have a plan. We're gonna make aging potions to put our names in the Goblet. Old Dumbledore is a fool!" They both laughed and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"It won't work." The four boys looked over at her.

"And how do you know?" Fred asked, slight annoyance in his voice.

"Well, Dumbledore is the greatest wizard in the world. He himself is drawing a line around the Goblet so no one under seventeen will be able to pass it. I highly doubt an aging potion made by two sixth years will fool him."

The boys turned back to the fireplace. "What does she know?" George said.

"Obviously much more than you." Hermione thought as she gathered up her things and headed towards the portrait hole. She would rather study in the library than listen to them discuss their plan that was inevitably going to fail.

Hermione walked into the Library, looking for an empty table. Which wasn't hard to find, considering nobody did their homework in there. She sat down, got out her books, and went to work.

Half an hour later, Hermione was still working when someone walked into the Library. She was too engulfed in her studies to even notice the person walk right up to her. He looked at her, taking in her appearance.

Finally she looked up from her book, to meet the gaze of Draco Malfoy. She stopped breathing for a minute, her mind going back to the day on the train. She just shook the thought away. She had been able to stand up to him before the incident. Heck, she even smacked him the year before. So why couldn't she do it now?

"Yes?" she said, irritation clear in her voice.

"Granger, I just came to continue what we did on the Hogwarts Express."

Hermione snorted. "Yeah, like we would do that again."

"Well, you seemed to enjoy it when we did." Draco smirked.

"Look, why don't you just go back to where you came and we can forget all about this unfortunate encounter."

"Ooh, I didn't know you could be so harsh, mudblood."

Hermione stared at him, before standing up and walking over to him. "That name doesn't hurt me anymore." She then turned and walked toward the book cases. Hopefully he would just leave and go torment someone else.

She went to a case very far from him, pretending to look for a book. The case was propped against a wall, and was a little too dark for her liking. But she ignored it and ran her finger along the spines of the books. That's when she felt the same presence behind her, one that was becoming familiar. A little too familiar.

She turned, coming face to face with him. She tried to move, but only made it to the wall before he stood in front of her again. She tried to walk away, but he was much stronger than her. He held her to the wall and looked into her eyes.

"What do you want Malfoy?"

He smirked and said, "Didn't I already answer that question?"

"But you hate me. I disgust you because of my blood."

"That's true. I dislike you immensely."

"The feelings mutual." She smirked.

"And your blood is tainted. But does that mean that I can't be attracted to you?"

"Usually, yes."

"But I'm not like usual guys. You and I both know that."

"You're right. You are a cruel, spoiled, foul, cold-hearted, loathsome cockroach."

"And you're a disgusting, bushy-haired, uptight little bookworm."

"Okay, so we both admit that we don't like each other. Now get off of me and out of my way, and I won't mention this or the train incident to anybody."

"I would appreciate that. But I'm not leaving until I get what I came for." He smirked.

"What is that exactly?"

"Let me kiss you, here and now."

"No!" she said, her voice slightly rising.

"Then I will continue to…torment you, as you say, until I do. What is it going to be?"

She stared into his eyes, thinking. She really hated Malfoy showing up in random places. And if she just let him kiss her that would all be over. She hesitated before sighing and nodding.

"Excellent." He said, grinning maliciously.

He put a hand on her waist, holding her firmly to keep her there. He put his other hand at the back of her neck, pulling her up to him. He then crashed his lips onto hers, Hermione gasping at the sudden movement. She just closed her eyes and wished for it to be over.

But then something happened. As his lips moved in sync with hers, she felt sparks. It was an odd sensation. Although she thought nothing of it and after about two minutes, he finally pulled away. His hands stayed where they were and he looked deep into her eyes. For a moment, she noticed, the Malfoy she knew was gone. It was replaced by someone she didn't recognize. Someone she wanted to know.

She stared back and said in a voice unlike her own, "Happy?"

"Granger, you couldn't meet my standards even if you tried."

The old Draco was back. And for some reason she felt slightly disappointed. He finally pulled away from her, giving her enough room to move. He smirked once more at her, turned, and left her standing there. She didn't move, just stood with her back leaning on the wall. She rested her head against it, suddenly feeling very tired.

She looked in the direction in which he left, and slid down so that she was now sitting on the floor. This was definitely not the last time she would be seeing Draco…alone.