Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or anything to do with it. I own my storyline. Hands off or I'll bite you.

A/N: I know, I know. I haven't updated in forever, and I know you all just hate me for it  But here's what I've got 

Hermione's honey eyes bored into those of Malfoy. Yes, he had asked her what was going on and, although he had almost just died because of her, even if he could not know it, she didn't feel the slightest that he needed to know. To know would to be close to her, and that was one thing he needed not to get.

"No, actually Malfoy, piss off." Hermione stammered out, passing by him abruptly and stumbling back to her compartment-, which now contained Harry, Ron and Ginny. Ginny blushed when Hermione walked inside, but Hermione smiled at her, for she new that Ginny read witch weekly rather religiously.

"Well hello strangers," Hermione announced, being greeted by bear hugs from Ron and Harry, suddenly forgetting all of her worries at her little episode mere seconds ago.

The train ride was the most uneventful yet. In all seven years the train journeys had never been particularly fun, however, this seemed to be the least fun of all. Hermione drifted in and out of conversation with the other inhabitants of the compartment, rather bored herself. Picking up a book from her bag she buried herself in it, her only sanctuary.

- - - - - - - - - -

Much later that day, Hogwarts' student body were all seated inside the Great Hall, patiently waiting for the time to come when their plates would be piled full of delicious treats to dig into for two hours whilst they engaged into jovial conversation with each other. Dumbledore was making the announcements and it soon came time for the head girl and boy to be announced. Hermione sat up straight listening intently as this part came to pass.

"And this year," Dumbledore started, his eyes twinkling as hundreds of faces turned towards him, " The head girl is Miss Hermione Granger of the Gryffindor house." He smiled as three of the four tables erupted into applause, however, no Slytherins joined in. Dumbledore continued, his eyes focused on the beet red Hermione. "The head boy this year, will be Draco Malfoy, of the Slytherin house."

The reaction to Draco's position was varied. The Slytherin table cheered, the Gryffindor table hissed and booed and the other two tables simple sat in the crossfire, polite clapping coming from a few of them. Dumbledore frowned slightly, before allowing them to eat their food and continue musing about whatever they wished.

- - - - - - - - - --

It was much later when Hermione was finally alone. Her hair was neatly placed upon her head in a bun, a few spare locks falling to frame her face as she continued on her rounds of the corridors which she was made to do each night.

Now Hermione didn't exactly fear being along; she just did not enjoy it. After all her experiences with her mysterious 'stalker'- if that was what she could call it, she was not favoured to being alone. It seemed every shadow jumped out at her or called her name in eerie ways that made shivers creep down her spine and engulf her soul in pitiful disarray.

She was along a corridor on the third floor, quite alone in the dark. Malfoy had simply refused to do his duties tonight, and, not wanting to set the year off to a bad start, she had just let him do as he pleased. The other prefects had been willing to help her, but she was the only one on the third floor- something which she did not like.

She froze quite suddenly as she heard a noise behind her in the dark, not wishing to turn around.

"Who… Who's there…?" She stammered out, her breath quickening suddenly at a most alarming rate. Suddenly, she heard a soft purr and a meow. She sighed, turning round to be greeted by the lamp-like eyes of a car, staring at her mysteriously.

"Here kitty kitty…" She whispered, smiling as it rubbed itself against her outstretched hand when she bent downwards to stroke it. But it was then she noticed something else.

A noise, behind her, almost directly behind her, as if it was only metres behind her yet she had not noticed her when she had been stood facing it- the cat had distracted her. She froze, not daring to look behind her as she heard footfalls and dared not look up…

End of this chapter

A/N: That has been the shortest chapter. And it was rubbish- but I needed to update and place this chapter in as a link. Next chapter shall be longer, more developed and a much better entry into our storyline 

Cezzy xxxx