Well, here it is guys, my first Harry Potter fic, and my first Draco/Hermione fic. Hope you guys like it. They might be just a tad out of character, but I'm trying to write them as much in character as I can, ok? And I'm American, so I don't really have the scoop on all the British terms yet. Oh, and I know this plot is overused, but I like it, and even the overused plots are unique in their own ways, so, whatever. Ok? Well, here it is.

**Added 2/29/04** Just a note, the characters will be out of character. Deal with it. And also, I will put a master disclaimer disclaiming everything at the end of this story when I finish. **END OF ADDITION**


"Mione, hey, it's been forever." Hermione Granger turned her head and saw her two best friends, Harry Potter &Ron Weasley, coming toward her in the empty compartment of the Hogwarts Express. Harry, who had spoken, had grown quite a bit over the summer, and he actually looked quite good. So did Ron, who had actually developed a bit of muscle over the break, probably from playing so much Quidditch. Harry reached her first, and gave her a friendly hug. When they broke apart, Ron did the same.

"It's great to see you guys. Guess what!" Hermione said happily.

"Let's see, smartest girl in Hogwarts, seventh year, prefect, good news. I'm guessing you got Head Girl?" Ron asked.

"Yes, but there's one bad thing about it though."

"What's that?" Harry asked.

"I have to share a common room with the Head Boy, and I'll give you one guess who that is."

"Oh no, Malfoy?" Harry asked.

"The one and only," Hermione said as the door to their compartment opened.

"Talking about me, now are we?" Draco Malfoy asked as he sidled into the room.

"As a matter of fact, we were Malfoy," Hermione said coldly, looking the silver-eyed boy straight on in the face. He, like Harry & Ron, had also grown quite a bit over the summer, and had also developed some muscle. 'He looks quite good,' she thought, 'No wait Mione, this is Malfoy you're talking about. You loathe Malfoy, you hate Malfoy.' Hermione shook her head, then continued to stare defiantly at Malfoy.

Meanwhile, Malfoy was doing the same thing to Hermione. She had developed a figure over the summer, and she wasn't bad to look at, either. Her hair had straightened out, and she had curves. 'Wow, she can be really pretty if she wants to be,' Malfoy thought, 'Wait a minute, this is Granger I'm talking about. Snap out of it Malfoy.' and with that, he banished the thoughts from his mind. "Granger, just coming to tell you to get yourself in gear and come to the Head's compartment. We've got some duties, you know."

"Oh man, I completely forgot. Sorry Harry, Ron. See you at the feast," and with that, Hermione and Draco were off to the Head's compartment. Most of the walk went in silence. Sure, there was a fight or two to be broken up here and there, but otherwise, they were both quiet, each wondering why they had thought those thoughts about the other. Could it be because they * gasp * liked each other? No, it couldn't be! Never!

By then, they had gotten to their compartment. It was, by far, the nicest compartment on the train. It had couches for Pete's sake! "Whoa, this is nice!" Hermione exclaimed.

Draco looked over at her, "You're telling me," he said.

Hermione looked over at him, a surprised look on her face, "Aren't you supposed to be ignoring the filthy little Mudblood so you can impress darling Voldemort & daddy dearest?"

With this, Draco turned and pressed Hermione against the wall o the compartment. "For your information, my father's dead, and I have always despised Voldemort, and never, have I wanted to become a Death Eater. I'm only, how I am, because my father used to beat & curse me." Draco stopped for a second, and looked Hermione in the eyes. Within her eyes, he saw genuine concern. He was taken aback by this display of compassion from enemy to enemy. They both were.

"I-I'm sorry," Hermione said softly, "I didn't know."

"It's alright," Draco said, letting go of her, "Like you care. This is just another thing for you to use against me. Poor little Malfoy has no Daddy anymore and doesn't know what to do with his life. You're just like all the others. Experience one bit of vulnerability from Mr. Stone Cold Slytherin and prey on it like lions on fresh meat." Draco realized that he was standing too close for comfort to Hermione in this exceptionally vulnerable moment in his life, so he started to walk away to sit down.

Hermione moved forward, and grabbed Draco's arm before he could. "Draco, if you knew me at all, you would know that I'm not like that. I never use people's problems against them, even if they have been nothing but mean to me for 6 straight years. I'm just not like that."

"Alright then," Draco said, "Hermione, since we're Head boy & Girl, and we have to share a common room and all, can't we learn to get along this year? Be friends. Even be nicer to each other in public, but not too nice. I still have a reputation to keep up."

"Yeah, me too," Hermione said.

"So, what do you think? Friends?" Draco asked sincerely as he held out his hand to Hermione.

Hermione looked Draco straight in the eyes, for she knew that the eyes could tell a lot about a person's intentions. They looked sincere enough, so she said, "Friends," and took his hand. They shared a firm handshake. "Do you want to just sit down and talk?" Hermione asked, "Catch up, I guess."

"That might be nice," Draco replied, and they took seats on opposite sides of the couch to talk.