Chapter One: Sleeping With The Enemy
A/N: Hey guys. Just so you know, in my story 1. Fred DIDN'T DIE! Thank Jesus. 2. Dumbledore didn't die and 3. Snape definetly doesn't die like a Gryffindor... Enjoy :)
Hermione's heart shattered just a bit at the sight of the scarlet and gold Hogwarts Express. This was the last time she'd ever board it going to school, to start a new year. She sat in the compartment with Ginny, Neville, Luna and the rest of the Golden Trio, with one thing on her mind; "Who is the Head Boy?" She had a meeting in an hour to meet the prefects and the international man of mystery, so to speak. Her mind wondered back to the day at the Burrow when the letters arrived and how she almost spat juice right in Fred's face when she read that she was appointed Head Girl. As her ming returned to the mystery of the Head Boy she thought for a moment 'God I hope it's not Malfoy.' "Ronald?" she asked. He responded with a grunt. He was playing a supposedly intense game of chess with Harry when she asked. "Will you wake me in an-"she was cut off by his cheers, "Yes! Suck it Harry freaking Potter!" everyone burst into a roar of laughter, something they had not been able to do since before the war. "C'mon Ron, let's play another." Harry said through his tears of laughter. Hermione groaned and turned her head to Ginny who read her mind. "Sure 'Mione." She laid her head back in drowsiness and murmured thanks to her ginger friend.
She dreamed that she was in a bed. Naked. In the Room of Requirement, with a boy; A very, very naked boy. Her hand was interwoven in his hair, she could feel. She traced the outline of his abs and he gently kissed her head. "You're amazing Granger." He chuckled. She sighed in contentment and kissed him passionately His hands carresing her body and holding her neck as they kissed. She remembered the vividness of their toungs intertwined. He broke off the blissful kiss and panted once, letting his minty breath escape and brush over her face. When she opened her eyes, she started back into steel grey ones, filled with lust. She immediately recognized the eyes, which were almost hidden, by pale blonde hair…
She woke in a sweat. Ron looked up at her with worried eyes. "You alright 'Mione?" she caught and evened her ragged breath. "Yeah, I-I'm fine. Ginny?" her friend nodded and Hermione got up with a funny feeling in her gut that the very naked man in her dream, was the new Head Boy.
Draco was in his usual compartment with Pansy, Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini and Crabbe when McGonagall came by with her familiar prude face glaring at him. "Mister Malfoy," She croaked. "The meeting cannot wait to your leisure. You are the Head Boy this year." She said matter-of-factly. "Yes Ma'am. My fault." He had been much more civil since the war. He figured that the mean streak he kept up for so long had lost its fun since being evil now was like burning a book. Merlin forbid anyone be a prankster, except for of course the obvious ginger twins he had come to tolerate. He got up sluggishly and made his way to the first compartment. He waltzed in and sluggishly took his seat next to a rather attractive brunette. She was wearing the head girl badge.
'Whoo am I going to have a good year." He thought to himself. McGonagall was calling roll when his eyes made their way to her backside. She had a slender build. Not an athlete but she was in great shape. Her wavy chocolate curls lay against her back and every once in a while they would flick when she whipped her head to get it out of her eyes. But he soon came out of his gaze when she raised her hand. "Hermione Granger?" McGonagall questioned. "Here Ma'am." And then the slender, curly brunette with the head girl badge raised her hand. 'Holy. Shit.' He thought to himself. 'The head girl, the girl I was marveling at. Granger? I must have lost my ever loving mind.' "Professor? Is it correct that the head prefects will be sharing a tower to themselves this year?" she questioned throwing him a quick glance. "Yes Miss Granger. Will that be a problem?" she asked earnestly. "No Ma'am." She said through gritted teeth. "Now onto prefects…" McGonagall continued.
He slowly inched over to her and placed a hand on her hips and one on her shoulder. She could not beleive that anyone wasn't seeing this. "Oh come on Granger. I'm not the snake I used to be. Give me a chance…" his voice barley a whisper. Letting the Malfoy charm take her inhe then trailed three kisses up to her ear. "One chance?" he whispered making her shudder at the closeness and seductiveness of his tone. And for once she blushed when she looked into his lust filled eyes. The steel grey eyes, hidden under the pale blonde hair she had entangled herself in just moments before in her dream. Funny how one thought can make your unconsious think of that. She always thought of Malfoy as an attractive person, but now she wanted him. She was attracted to him; His scent of amber and pine, his hair and even those steely grey eyes. But little did she know that the sworn enemy, felt the exact same way.