The train was late. That never happened. She saw a blue giraffe and she realized that she was dreaming. (Where else did that happen?!) She willed the scarlet steam engine to come to King's Cross. And there it was, as beautiful as Jessica always remembered it. She got on and found all the compartments to be full. Well, except one. One that just had Draco Malfoy occupying it. She sighed, opened the compartment door, and sat down."What do you want? Nowhere else to sit? Or do you just like me?" He smirked with cockiness, moving closer to make her uncomfortable."Between not going to Hogwarts and sitting with you, I decided that I just have to put up with a jerk every now and again." She stared into his grey eyes, willing him to give up on being so mean. It didn't work. His eyes went void of emotion and he turned the other is how they were for most of the ride. Not speaking and not looking at each other, or at least she wasn't looking at him. He was sneaking glances at her every few minutes. He smiled when he saw her tug a very bright, coral sweater over her muggle clothes. The color was perfect on her; it made her hazel eyes pop and hugged her curves in all the right places. He caught himself with these thoughts and she caught him looking. She smirked at him."Stop staring. It doesn't look good on you." She says, wanting a reaction from him."So, what does look good on me then? Clearly, you know better than I do." That'll shut her up, he thought. They sat there for a moment."Blue," He was surprised to hear an answer. "But you don't wear it often enough. You should.""Well, I'm not in Ravenclaw. But you are, you little know-it-all. So why don't you go back to your book there?!" He stood to go, to clear his head. She stood up too. "What are you doing?""Reading you. I didn't bring a book with me, so you'll have to do. You're already as easy to read as a book, so this shouldn't be hard.""Can you read this?" He leaned in and kissed her. She was woke up in a sweat. What just happened? She looked at her muggle clock, half two in the morning. Nightmare. Or was it?