Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They belong to J.K. Rowling, and Scholastic.

Alrighty, bear with me here. This is my first attempt at a Hermione /Blaise, but it is also a Ginny/Draco in Hogwarts, which is new to me. Tell me what you think!

/Bratiebrunette27/

Hermione Granger sighed as she looked out the window of the Hogwarts Express. It was raining, as usual, as they made their final voyage to Hogwarts. It was her seventh year, and though she was looking forward to it, NEWTs already had her stomach in knots. Though she had given up on trying to get all the right answers, and had stopped being a study-aholic, she still wanted good grades, better than Neville received at least.

The young witch had grown into a very becoming woman over that past summer. She had spent most of it in Greece, with her parents, and had come back sun-kissed, and with a very light colored hair. She'd finally grown out of that bushy mess, and now had wonderful spiral curls, cascading down her shoulders. She had much since lost her gangly arms and legs and had filled in a wonderfully curvy body.

As she and her best friend, Ginevra Weasley, had boarded the bright red steam engine, they noticed they had many onlookers, including those dark eyes, of a Slytherin, by the name of Blaise Zabini.

Hermione flushed, as she thought about the dark hair that rested perfectly around his well tanned face. His olive complexion looked gorgeous next to it, especially with those blue eyes. He had a well toned body, and was wearing a pair of army-cargo pants, and black t-shirt, that could make any girl drool.

It wasn't only Hermione, however, that had a pair of eyes following her. The ones set upon Ginny were a steely blue, and there was only one person that they could belong to-

Draco Malfoy.

His blinding white hair had mellowed out it seemed, since his sixth year, and was now a nice blond. His tall build stood around 6'4", and muscles where well shown through his white tank-top/t-shirt that he had paired with tan cargo short and flip-flops.

The day was sweltering hot, though some how, both girls had decided to go with jeans for the day. Ginny's were a stone wash, light blue, matched with a gray and black diagonally striped halter. Hermione's jeans were dark, denim blue, with a pale yellow one sleeve top.

Harry and Ron had both tried to get the girls to change before they left the Burrow early that morning, but both had refused. This year, was the year they were going to make worth their while, no matter what the other counterparts of the dream team said.

Ginny's thoughts were no longer revolved around the raven-haired Harry Potter, or his lightening bolt-shaped scar. No way. Harry was way behind in the world of what was hot. Ginny wondered how he was going to survive this year, Cho having graduated last June, and her moving on. She shrugged, she could really care less. As long as she didn't have to hear about his sex life, it really didn't matter who he dated. Still looking like a 14-year-old, his hair was as always on end, and his clothes, though they now fit, and didn't hang on him like drapes, were that of the 90's. His jeans, and high-tops, were paired with a green t-shirt, nothing to swoon over if you asked her.

Ron on the other hand, was still obsessing over Hermione. She had broken his heart that summer, and he still refused to believe that she wasn't in love with him. It hurt Hermione to see him so depressed over it, but she really needed to move on in life. He'd decided right then and there, that he would go gothic, something that horrified Hermione, and everyone else for that matter. He had dyed his hair black, and now sat there, in the compartment, his baggy black pants, covered in chains, and a black wife-beater. Hermione smiled, he had finally become his own person, and wasn't Harry's shadow anymore.

Ginny too sighed. "'Mione, I'm SO bored." She said looking at her brother, and Harry in disgust. It appalled her that she had sat with them.

"Oh calm down, Gin." Harry said, agitated at her too. "It's hot, and it raining, there isn't really much to do besides sit here, and sweat."

Ginny rolled her eyes. "I didn't put this outfit on so that it could be wasted sitting here."

"Then go take it off, that's a simple solution." Ron said, in a voice that made it sound like that were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Maybe I don't want to Ronald! Gee's, would you chill. I'm not 4 anymore, you can stop taking care of me. Might do you some good to start taking care of yourself." She muttered to herself.

Hermione giggled. "Come on Gin, let's go for a walk. There might be some sort of breeze out in the train, compared to this stifling compartment."

Ginny nodded, and the two rose, leaving the small space, and the two boys to themselves. "You know what the worst part is about us leaving? All they are going to do is sleep." She said, rolling her eyes.

Before Hermione could agree however, they encountered the two people, whom unbeknownst to each other, they were both hoping to see.

"Hello ladies." Blaise said, his voice sly, and a smirk fixed on his face.

"Zabini, Malfoy." Hermione said, nodding to each.

Ginny blushed. "Hey." She said, avoiding the eye contact of Draco. She dug her hands into the back pockets of her jeans, and played with the heal of her silver wedges.

"What are you two doing walking around the train, Granger?" Draco asked, tearing his eyes off Ginny.

"What, do you own it Malfoy?" Ginny snapped, brushing a strand of stray bang out of her face. Though her hair was in a fashionable pony-tail, there were still hairs, her "bangs" hanging in her face. Though sexy, they really annoyed her.

"No." Draco said shaking his head and chuckling. "Though I could if I wanted to. I could have a train. Though, I prefer brooms. I have the latest one you know, the Wildcat?"

Ginny frowned, thinking of her old Clean-sweep. "Yea, well just because it's new, doesn't mean it's any good." She countered.

Draco rolled his eyes, but was cut off before he could laugh in her face. "Stop bragging already Draco. You've been talking about that damn broom for at least the past hour." Blaise rolled his eyes. "His very obsessive." He whispered to them, with a grin.

Ginny giggled a little. "Well we were just on our way." She said ready to stride past.

"Oh, no you don't, Weaselette." Blaise said reaching out and grabbing her arm. "What, you too grown up now to talk to a couple of Slytherins?" He asked letting her go.

"Why are a couple of Slytherins even talking to us?" Hermione asked sharing a look with Ginny.

"It's not every day, you go on a train to school and see two beautiful girls, best friends no less." Blaise answered.

Ginny and Hermione both blushed. "Look, um Malfoy, I think it's time to round up all the prefects, and give them the 411 about the school year." Hermione said quietly.

"Yea, Granger, you're, and I hate to say this, probably right." Draco said, a look of disgust on his face. "Don't get used to it though. If I have to room with you all year, it's going to be a long year."

"I'll escort Weasley back to her compartment then." Blaise said linking arms with Ginny and walking away. Hermione and Draco stared after them.

"He has bloody lost his mind." Draco muttered. "The man's nutters. Alright then Granger, lets get this on with." He said striding off, and leaving Hermione in the middle of the train, looking both ways, after her best friend, and after the head boy.

"So, Virginia-,"

"It's Ginevra." Ginny stated simply. Hating how people assumed that Ginny was short for Virginia.

"Ok Ginevra... what happened to you?" When he was given a look of death, he continued. "I mean, when did you go from The Golden Trio's little sister, to hottie?" Blaise asked, turning on his charm.

Ginny smiled. "Why do you care, Mr. I-saw-you-checking-out-my-best-friend." She looked side ways, out of the corner of her eye, enough to see that Blaise was blushing. "Oh, come on Zabini, I have known you since I was 11, and I'll admit, that I haven't spoken 2 words of a civil conversation with you, something that you've surprised me with today, but you can't fool me. I know that you aren't the evil Slytherin, muggle hater, you make your self out to be."

Blaise, opened and closed his mouth, but no words came out. "Look, that's none of your business Weaselette. I am here, being nice to you, and you go and say something like that. You really do think you're something don't you? Going around talking to older students like that?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, this is my compartment. Please don't make me go in! Harry is all Harry, and Ron's really starting to scare me. He's a freaking Goth now!"

Blaise's eye's grew to the size of snitches. "Weasel, the Weasel King, is a Goth?" He asked. Then he started laughing.

It didn't go unnoticed though. The sound was heard on the inside, and the door slide open. "Ginny? What are you doing with that damn Slytherin? Zabini, get the hell away from my sister!" Ron said, his head poking out of the entrance.

Blaise stopped laughing. "For your information, Weasel." Blaise snarled, bringing his face closer to Ron's. "I was bringing her back." Ginny noticed how his whole demeanor changed, at Ron's words.

Why was it that all those Slytherins had to be so fake. Why couldn't they just admit that they are normal people too?

"Ron stop, please. Blaise was just walking me here." She said, noticing that Ron's hand had gone to one of the many pockets on his blooming pants, where his wand must have been hidden.

"Where's 'Mione?" Ron asked, still purely enraged.

"She and Malfoy went to the Prefect meeting." Ginny stated simply. Then she turned to Blaise. "Thanks for walking me back, Zabini, I'll see to you later."

"No you bloody will not!" Ron's voice was quivering now with anger. "Ginny I don't know what the hell happened to you this summer, but I will NOT allow you to associate with those abomination-gits!" Ron said, nostrils flaring.

Ginny smirked, before standing on tip-toe to kiss Blaise on the cheek. He looked surprised, but quickly hid it when he caught on to what Ginny was doing.

"Bye Love, I'll talk to you when we get to school. Still on for a carriage together right?" He asked avoiding eye contact with Ron, who looked like he was too stunned for words.

"Of course," Ginny answered, before giving him a small wave, and sliding the door shut.

Harry was still sitting on the side of the compartment, only now he wore an expression, somewhere between guilty, and mad. He didn't get a chance to say anything to Ginny however, because Ron was already blowing up in her face.

"GINEVRA MOLLY WEASLEY! WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?" He bellowed, his face as red as his hair used to be.

Ginny didn't say anything, proud of her self for setting Ron off. She casually picked up Witch Weekly, and began idly flipping threw the pages. Sighing, she looked up at Ron, who was breathing as is he had just ran a kilometer. "Look, Ron. It's not your job, to decide who I hang out with." She stated simply, choosing her words carefully.

"NO! But you are a GRYFFINDOR! He is a SLYTHERIN! Besides he hangs out with that ferret, Malfoy. I don't need him going anywhere near you! He hates you, and anything to do with you, or any Gryffindor for that matter!" Ron said sitting down. He couldn't believe his sister would stoop so low as to talk to a Slytherin.

Ginny turned to Harry, "What do you think?" She asked innocently.

Harry tried to hide the smile that was spreading across his face. "Ron, I say lay off. Apparently Zabini isn't so bad. It's Malfoy you have to watch. Gin, stay AWAY from Malfoy."

"Aw-Away from Malfoy? A-Away from Malfoy Harry?" Ron's voice squeaked as he stuttered the words. "ZABINI IS HIS BEST FRIEND! HE WILL FEED GINNY TO MALFOY!"

Ginny frowned, she didn't need this now, it had all been a joke for Merlin's sake. "Ron, Ron, calm down. Take a deep breath. It was only a joke. 'Mione and I bumped into them on our walk, and Malfoy, and her went off being Head boy and girl, so Blaise-er Zabini, being the gentleman he is walked me back. It was nothing, but a joke, what we said to you."

Ron looked at Ginny, blinking a couple of times. He licked his lips, ready to speak. "That wasn't funny." He said, laying down across three seats. "Not funny at all."

XOXOXOXOXOXO

"Granger, are you coming or not?" Draco asked as he turned around, to find that Hermione hadn't moved. "Stupid mud-blood," he mumbled under his breath. "Where the hell where you?"

"Zabini, and Ginny, my best friend, just walked away arm-in-arm." She said, still shocked at that sight.

Draco chuckled. "Yeah, I know, he's crazy. Weaselette, on the other hand. I don't know what's gotten into her, a little slut she's turned into, that one. It's no wonder Blaise offered to take her back!"

"MALFOY! Ginny is no slut, compared to your little whores." She spat, disgusted at his comment.

Draco shrugged. "Can we get this on with then?" He asked as they reached the over sized compartment meant for their meeting. There were some student's already there, idly waiting for the meeting to start.

XOXOXOXOXOXO

The rest of the train ride went by slowly for both Ginny and Hermione. Hermione's return, brought little conversation to the silent compartment.

Ginny sighed for maybe the millionth time and looked at her friend. "Please 'Mione, could we do something, ANYTHING!" She asked, shoving her brother's head off her lap, as he snored slightly.

Hermione shrugged, and looked at Harry who was sitting sideways on his seat, with his back on the wall. He was thinking again.

"I would take seeing Malfoy and Blaise again over sitting here doing nothing." Ginny complained.

"Oh, now it's Blaise?" She asked, feeling a tinge of something in her stomach.

Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, I guess." She answered, sighing thankfully when she felt the train slow down.

"Wake up Ron." Hermione said looking out side, and seeing Hogsmeade come into view. It was dark outside, but the street lamp light up the small village.

Ginny shook her head. "Nuh-uh, he's already mad at me." She said looking pleadingly at her friend.

Hermione rolled her eyes. "Ronald wake up!" She said. Nothing, "Ronald look, an all you can eat buffet!"

Ron sat up. "Where?" He asked, looking around, confused at his sister, and best friends' laughing.

"Mate, you're crazy," Harry said, yawning. "But then, I'm starving too. I hope the sorting doesn't take too long, I can't wait for the feast."

Ron scowled, wiping the drool from his mouth. "You, I was the one that slept throw the lady with the cart. I'd eat my own hand right about now."

Soon they were all putting on their robes. And the train came to a complete stop. "Well this is it. Our last year at Hogwarts." Harry said sullenly.

Ginny smiled. "Don't worry about it, we'll have a blast!" She said sidestepping threw the door way, dragging Hermione and their trunks with them.

"Ginny!" A voice shouted, "Granger!" Both girls turned to see Blaise coming after them as they were getting into the carriage. "What are you doing?"

Ginny looked around, "Um? Getting into a carriage?" She asked, unsure what it looked like she was doing.

"I thought we were sharing?" He said, watching Hermione's eye brows raise, and turn to her friend.

"You weren't just joking?" Asked Ginny stepping down. She saw Harry and Ron coming and nodded. "Right. Sorry, let's go."

Before Hermione could say anything, she was once again being dragged away. They came to the very first carriage in the line. "Money gives you privileges you know?" He asked holding out his hand so both girls could climb in.

Draco was already in the carriage, which surprisingly had a light in it. Unlike most of the other carriages in the line. "I can't believe you actually invited them." He said, a look of disgust on his face.

Ginny, who was left standing when Blaise came in and sat beside Hermione, found herself seated next to Draco. "Oh come on. We aren't that bad. I mean at least little kids aren't afraid of us."

Draco rolled his eyes. "Like I really care Weaslette? I don't care about anyone, but ME!"

Blaise scoffed from across the carriage. "Really we had NO idea." He said rolling his eyes. "Come on, look at our situation. We're sitting here, with these magnificent girls, and you are brooding over your selfishness. At least strike up a better conversation starter than that!"

Hermione grinned. "How's this? Ginny is so high up in Potions this year, that she'll be in our class."

Draco's eyebrows raised, impressed. "Who ever knew the she-weasel had a brain?"

Ginny sighed. "Stuff it Malfoy will you?" She asked, looking at Blaise and Hermione across from her. She got a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach. Then smiling she realized that they looked really good together!

"So, Blaise, are you playing Quidditch this year?" Ginny asked.

Blaise shrugged. "If Draco puts me on the team."

Ginny sighed to herself, why did everything revolve around Draco. Was he really that high and mighty to have EVERYTHING?

Draco saw this little inner riot going on in Ginny. "Please Weasley, don't ever make that look again. It's not appealing. Especially on that body."

Ginny froze, and turned to look at Draco, he was smirking, but those eyes, those damn eyes, were saying different.

"What was that Malfoy? A compliment?" She asked smiling.

"Don't flatter yourself." He scoffed then turned to look out the small window.

Ginny frowned crestfallen, then she noticed that Hermione and Blaise had stricken up a conversation.

Wow, this was going to be an interesting year, that was for sure!

A/N: Alright, that's chapter one! What did you think?