Hello anyone who might be reading this- i know I'm pathetic but please review if you do (thank you to Lei who did- it was much appreciated)- so this chapter isn't great but hopefully the next chapter will be better so hang in there! It should be up in a few days! Anyway I will shut up now... enjoy!

Chapter 2

When the train journey finally drew to a close Hermione all but fled the head's carriage. After Professor McGonagall had briefly gone over the head's duties, their living arrangements and what was expected of them as role models to other students she had departed leaving Hermione alone once again with Blaise. Desperately trying to avoid conversation she had grabbed the first book within reach and her heart sank when she turned it over to see the title. Clearing her throat slightly she opened up to a random page and lifting the book so it hid her increasingly red face, began to read. And much to her mortification she heard Blaise chuckle.

"Light reading, eh Granger?" Hermione brought the book up a little higher refusing to respond. "Is this what you were reading over the summer?" He inquired and Hermione could practically hear the smirk. When Hermione refused to respond yet again Blaise settled back in his seat still chuckling to himself.

For the next few minutes Hermione tried very hard indeed to forget the Slytherin sitting opposite her. But when your book is titled "An introduction to male mating habits" it's very hard to become immersed in it. So having sat for ages staring at the page in front of her reading nothing, arms stiff and getting quite sore from holding the really quite heavy book (unbelievable, I know) up so high, Hermione eventually let her arms drop. She was nothing short of furious to find Zabini fast asleep.

In fact the witch was so enraged that in a rare fit of temper she hurled the enormous book at the Italians head.

Horrified at what she had done she promptly looked out the window as though nothing had happened trying desperately to look innocent.

"Ow, what the hell!" Blaise groaned as he came to. His eyes darted from the now open book in front of him, to the girl nervously shifting around in her seat, back to the book again. Putting two and two together in record time Blaise grinned at her.

"You know Granger, if you wanted to talk to me all you had to do was speak. There's no need to be violent."

"I don't know what you mean." Hermione replied nervously still avoiding his gaze. Blaise picked up the book and slowly rotated it back and forth in front of her.

"I'm talking about you throwing this book at my head, Granger." He said slowly as though speaking to someone mentally deficient.

"I didn't do it!" Hermione suddenly cried. She immediately mentally slapped herself. Could she have said anything more stupid? Blaise's grin widened. He mockingly looked around the compartment as though searching for the culprit before his eyes returned to her.

"Tell me then Granger, who did do it." Hermione shrugged carelessly and continued to look out the window. Inside she was quietly praying for a hole in the floor to open and swallow her, or better yet Blaise.

Blaise wouldn't let the subject drop until Hermione had provided him with an adequate explanation as to how a book managed to magically throw itself at him. Hermione had suggested a variety of scenarios- each as amusing as the last to Blaise- including the possibility that a student passing their carriage had thrown it at him, that the book had fallen from the overhead locker and managed to hit him directly in the head, and lastly that she had been temporarily under the imperious curse and had then been Obliviated.

So at last Hermione was able to flee dying of embarrassment leaving Blaise behind in the Compartment dying of laughter.

"Hermione, there you are!" Hermione's shoulders slouched in relief at the sight of her best friend Ginny Weasley waving to her to join her in one of the carriages. She spotted Harry and Ron sitting opposite Ginny and quickly made her way to join them. Once safely inside the carriage Hermione slumped back against her seat mentally exhausted.

"Are you alright Mione?" Harry asked "you look like you've run a marathon." Hermione sat for a moment, eyes shut in an attempt to slow her frantic breathing and pull herself together. When she opened them 3 identical expressions of both worry and amusement were looking at her. Sighing she straightened her back and smiled.

"Yeh I'm fine. I'm just a little tired from the trip." Ginny raised an eyebrow at her.

"Were you doing laps of the train?" Hermione briefly told them about the meeting with McGonagall and Blaise expertly skipping over the more embarrassing occurrences of the trip.

"You have to livewith the git?" Ron gasped, his hands flying to his mouth in horror. Harry was also sympathetic but Ginny's eyes sparkled mischievously and Hermione could tell she was fighting a smile.

Draco was not having such a pleasant time. He had spent histrip trying to pry Pansy's insistent fingers away from him as Crabbe and Goyle sat chuckling in the seats like idiots about some lame joke Theo had told them about a chicken and a road. Theo smirked at Draco who glared back at him still frantically trying to distance himself from Pansy as much as possible. Merlin the girl was persistent.

But it was not only his desperate struggle with Pansy that was unsettling Draco. He thought about Blaise being head boy, unsure of how he felt about it. After last year he hadn't dreamed that he would get the position himself, but Blaise being head boy? It seemed bizarre to say the least. Blaise was a natural flirt with a laid back attitude who spent more time fixing his hair in the mirror than in class. Blaise was by no means stupid but he was hardly the focused, driven, intelligent role model that often got the position of head boy. Draco refused to acknowledge his feelings as jealous and instead decided that he was merely a little surprised and a little hurt that Blaise had failed to mention it before hand. And then there was Granger. He was not surprised that she had got Head girl. Hell! He would have been shocked if she hadn't. That was not what disturbed him. He tried to focus on Blaise but he found his thoughts often drifting to Granger. She had looked so different and yet the same. She had looked so, so Beautiful… a voice in his head supplied. Draco wished he could glare at the voice. Instead he shook his head violently trying to clear his thoughts. Granger was not beautiful, pretty maybe…she'd certainly changed over the summer… And without warning Draco's body shivered slightly at the memory of her body pressed against his, so warm and soft, so different from the one that was currently forcing itself on him. Coming back to reality as the train entered the station Draco glared down at Pansy and, grabbing one of her hands in each of his, he forcefully pushed her away, got to his feet and left the compartment.