A/N: I'd Like To Thank DaniLizzie And Cakey Potter For Being The First Reviewers To My First Story! I Was soooo Ecstatic! I Was Screaming And Everything!

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Also, This Story Is Actually A One-Shot, But I'm Going To Create About 4 Chapters Out Of It.

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Chapter 2: Getting Trampled

Hermione bounced up and down in the car all the way to King's Cross, not knowing that her happiness was not going to last for long.

"Hermione Darling, please calm down, your starting to move the whole car" George Granger chuckled as he watched his only daughter jump hysterically in her seat.

"I can't wait though Dad, Harry and Ron are going to be soooo CHUFFED" She screamed loudly as the Station's Entry came into view.

As her Dad parked the car, Hermione all but skipped out of the stuffed car and into the bright sun. Hermione grabbed a trolley, and practically slamming her crammed trunk onto it, with Crookshanks, her trusty, fat ginger cat, in a cat basket, looking murderous through his squashed face as he was launched into the trolley as well.

She clutched her trolley tightly, her knuckles whiting from her firm grip and broke into a ran through the wall to Platform 9 ¾, and stopping abruptly as she passed through the barriers,with her parents in tow.

Hermione couldn't wait to see Harry, the boy-who-lived,and Ron, the fiery redhead, who she had harboured a crush on since they're 3rd year.

But Hermione had long ago realised that nothing could happen between them, what with the major differences and interests the two had. It would have been a difficult relationship to keep.

She had also concluded that the kiss that her and Ron had shared during the Great War, was nothing but stress and fear of dying and losing one another.

She no longer felt the way that she had before for Ron but she looked at him now, as her older yet irresponsible brother.

Her thoughts came crashing down as she bumped into a very hard surface, tumbling forwards and landing on top of a very warm someone.

Hermione opened her amber eyes slowly, and looked at the sight before her, where she got lost in the most mesmerising eyes she had ever seen.

They were stormy grey with a little bit of blue specks which made them look like heaven.

She was snapped out of her observations by a horribly familiar cold drawl of one Draco Malfoy,

"As much as you love me Granger, and can't keep away from someone handsome as myself, some of us actually have a social life to get to."

Hermione pulled herself away from the hypnotic eyes and stood up looking at the owner.

Draco Malfoy seemed to have gone more handsomer than they're last year, with his normally gelled platinum-blond hair left untidy, giving it a tousled look.

Hermione's eyes looked further down towards his plump, full red lips which sported the infamous trademark Malfoy smirk and to his strong looking, muscled arms which seemed to have defined even more.

"Oh Quiddich really does do wonders" Thought Hermione absently.

Just as she was about to look even further down, a warm forefinger and thumb cupped her chin, her face was pulled up to look once more into the depths of his eyes.

"I know I'm hot Granger, but no need to drool" Malfoy breathed on Hermione's red face.

"Ohhhh...That scent...mesmerising" she thought distractedly, trying and failing to pull her self out of her fantasies of her and the Adonis before her.

"Oh shut up Malfoy, I wouldn't look at you even if my life depended on it." Hermione replied hotly, her temper rising.

"Yeah, okay, whatever you say Granger" Shot Malfoy sarcasticly.

Just when Hermione was about to reply with a angry comment, she had her breathe knocked out by a enormous hug by none other than Ron Weasly.

"Can't...breathe...Ron" She gasped out, trying to get the cool air back into her lungs so she could breathe again.

"Oh sorry Hermione, It's just I missed you soooo much" Exclaimed her red - head friend, who's face was as red as the mass of hair on his head, which in Hermione's opinion, was a massive achievement.

Just as Hermione was going to ask, her untidy, black haired brother-like friend Harry Potter, stepped out from behind Ron and gave Hermione a gentle hug.

"I missed you loads 'Mione" Smiled Harry, his emerald eyes sparkling at her.

"Me too Harry" she replied smiling so big, it was a wonder her face didn't crack.

"If your done now" A impatient voice called from behind them.

The Golden Trio all turned around to see a very annoyed looking Malfoy glaring at them murderously.

"What the hell do you want, Ferret?" Shouted Ron loudly.

"Honestly, your never going to get over moment of the past are you, Weasel? Anyway I was waiting for an apology from Granger, before you rudely interrupted us with your sappy welcomes." Malfoy looked over Ron's shoulder at Hermione pointedly.

Just as Ron was about to yell something back to Malfoy, Hermione quickly butted in.

"I'm really sorry Malfoy, I wasn't watching were I was going" Apologised hurriedly, ignoring the looks of shock and confusion aimed at her by her two best friends.

Without another word, Malfoy turned on his heel and strode away, leaving behind a rather disgruntled Hermione.

"What the bloody hell just happened there?" Screamed Ron.

"Ronald, honestly language, anyway it was nothing, I just bumped into Malfoy" Hermione said hastily. She hurriedly continued. "Anyway guess what? I got made HEAD GIRL" Squealed Hermione.

Harry and Ron wasted no time in congratulating Hermione.

"Did any of you two make Head Boy?" She asked as she looked her her two friends expectedly.

Of course, with helping defeat the Dark Lord, they would be obvious choices for the Title.

"Nope" Harry answered calmly, while Ron made a disgusted face and shook his head, looking happy that he didn't get the responsibility. It would mean MORE Hard work.

They boarded the scarlet Hogwarts Express, Hermione still looking rather put out.

"I hope Ernie made Head Boy then. He's always been so nice" She thought, keeping positive.

"Come on, lets go find a compartment, my feet are killing me." Grunted Ron.

"Sorry guys, but I have to go to the Head's Compartment to discuss some topics with the Head Boy. Wish me luck." Said Hermione, rushing off into the other direction.

"Good Luck 'Mione" They both called after her.

As Hermione walked towards the Head's Compartment, She couldn't help but think something terrible was going to happen, as the butterflies in her stomach trembled.

However, she pushed the unnecessary thought from her mind

By now that she had reached the Compartment, She took a deep breath, touching the compartment door and plastered a big smile on her face as she opened the door to reveal the Head Boy.

Her smile vanished even quicker than it had appeared as she took in the form of a lean, muscled, unmistakable platinum haired person, which could only belong to the one insufferable person she knew.

"MALFOY?"

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