Authors note: this chapter starts of a little slow as i started writing it a while ago and have only just returned to it, just give it a chance

Chapter 1:

Hermione granger lay on a blanket that she had layed on the soft green grass earlier as she gazed up at the endless mass of gorgeous stars that spread in front of her. She couldn't help but admire the sheer beauty of the night sky, even if it was so many many miles away, Hermione rolled over onto her side and grabbed the book on advanced potions that she had brought out with her before, she wished she could spend more time like this, under the stars, reading a book but she had to return to Hogwarts for her final 7th year. The young witch would normally spend most of her holidays dreaming about the day she would finally return to Hogwarts, but after the war Hermione had realised that Hogwarts wasn't the safe haven it used to be - even if Voldemort had been defeated- She knew threats lurked at every corner of that old castle she thought she knew so well. Threats like Draco Malfoy, she shuddered at the thought of his last name, he was the remaining heir of the 'Pure blood' family that had tried so desperately to defeat Harry and The rest of the Wizarding world, tried to make Hermione loose the last remains of her sanity as they tortured her in Malfoy Mannor. Those were dark times, she always tried not to think about it but Draco's name always brought back the memories of Bellatrix straddling her with a knife in her hand and a mad glint in her eyes as she leaned down to cut the word mudblood into her arm. Out of instinct Hermione reached down to touch the scar on her left arm, it burned under her touch but Hermione didn't care she had endured much worse pain than this. Hermione turned or better thoughts, when she returned to Hogwarts she would be head girl and that meant she would have more responsibility for the younger students however it also meant that she would no longer sleep in the gryffindor dormitory but instead in her own separate dorm that she would share with the head boy, who ever he was. Normally they would tell head boy and girl who their counter part would be -she had learned that from 'Hogwarts a History'- but this year they hadn't told Hermione who she would share her role with. Professor Mcgonagle had mentioned something about not telling her who the Head Boy would be as she didn't want her to turn down the role, Hermione could only wonder who on earth Professor thought Hermione despised enough to make her turn down the role. Her thoughts then lead her to Harry and Ron, she hadn't written to them as much this year, probably because they hadn't had to plot some sort of plan to put Voldemort to rest, but she had still written to them, Ron had even rang her phone, bless him, but had accidentally hung up seconds letter after accidentally tapping the end call button. She giggled to herself as she remembered that call, Ron certainly wouldn't be able to survive a day in the muggle world.

"Do you recon she will be safe out there?" Hermione's mum asked her dad "I mean she could just get kidnapped or something!"

"Darling, she survived a war, I highly doubt anyone would be able to kidnap her" replied her dad

"But she is still my little baby, and I worry myself sick about her when she goes to that fancy school."

"Me and you both"

"Should we let her sleep out there?"

"Of course, it's a warm night and she can defend her self, well she can more than defend herself"

"Goodnight baby"

her mum and dad whispered to her across the large grassy garden to where Hermione lay in a deep slumber

"I wonder what she thinks about?" Said her father as he walked back inside

"Probably has nightmares every night the poor thing."

"Well we would too if we had been through what she's been through."

"I just, she looks so happy and peaceful, and I wish we could turn back time and stop that war from ever happening so we could spend more time with her."

"Yes but however terrible that war was, it has matured her into a gorgeous young lady who isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in and who shows amazing respect for everyone"

"Wow, that was deep"

"Yes I'm good a clever things"

"Don't lie to yourself, its rude"

"Oh ha-ha"

"Does anyone ever tell you quite annoying you can be?"

"Me? Annoying? I don't know what you are on about"

The two bickered on until they arrived upstairs, By which point, their back and forth arguing had lulled Hermione into a deeper slumber.

'Harry, Harry, HARRY!?, harry please wake up, please? You can't...not now, the war...the battle...Harry please' Hermionie watched as her bestfreind had his last ragged breath before her very eyes 'harry...' tears ran down her face, as a cold hand clutched her neck dragging her away from him 'HARRYYYYY...'

The scene changed and Hermione was back in Malfoy Manner, back to the memory of Bellatrix straddling her, She could hear Draco crying out to her, maybe the man did have a heart even if it was made of stone, She could feel the pain that bellatrix had caused as she dug deep into her arm, Not just physical pain but psychological pain too, but this dream was different, Draco was walking towards her, his arms outstretched. His grey orbs shone with tears, tears for Hermione's pain, he barked a few harsh words at bellatrix and she removed herself from Hermione immediately, sobbing a little as she did.

The back ground melted and it was her and Draco on a beach, Draco was kissing her passionately, pressing his hand firmly against the small of Hermione's back, he tightened her grip on her as if secretly letting her know that he would never let go. The kiss deepened as the soft ocean breeze blew Hermione's hair into a halo that highlighted her features gorgeously. Draco lifted her into his arms and the scene changed,

she was a three year old girl on Christmas and she had just received a book by Charles Dickens and was squealing with excitement, she leant back to look at her parents but instead Draco sat there, a smug look on his face.'I knew you would like it darling'

Hermione woke with a shudder,that last dream had really freaked her out, she reminded herself to ask professor Firenze about it when she returned to Hogwarts, actually she should probably ask him about them all perhaps maybe not the second one though. Hermione blushed when she remembered the dream she had about Draco, it seemed so wrong but so right. She thought about this as she grabbed her book and her blanket as she head back inside, her pale skin glowing in the morning light. Her mum and dad weren't up so she jumped into the shower before they could use all the hot water, the steaming water streamed down her curves, and flowed down into the plug hole. She lathered herself in soap and rinsed it under the water she really loved being able to just forget about everything and stand in the shower with the hot water pouring down her body. After a few more minutes cleaning herself, Hermione stepped out of the shower onto a soft shower mat and grabbed the fluffiest towel she could find and dried her body, she glanced down at her legs and her soft curls, she grabbed her wand and preformed the hair removal spell, all the hairs just simply disappeared, to reappear in a few months when the charm wore off. She combed her wild hair and tied it up into a bun on the top of her head, she summoned her cloak and uniform and dressed herself, She decided she, as this was her last year at hogwarts and Nobody would honestly care if she changed up the way she dressed, would try to make herself look more sexy than usual and so slipped on a push up bra that helped support her DD tits, she put on a very see through shirt but left the top few buttons open so you could easily see her ample cleavage, she would normally put on a tie and tights but she decided not to she instead pulled on a very short skirt that barely covered her ass. She decided to apply a light layer of makeup, a little bit of mascara, a tiny burst of pale pink on her lips.

'Mum + Dad,

I've gone early as I have head girl duties to attend too before everyone boards the train

Lots of love Mione xx'

Draco had woken up earlier than usual so he could get ready for school in time to get to platform 9 3/4 to help who ever the head girl was with their duties. He stood in the main hall of malfoy manor and gazed around him at this huge mansion that he called home and wondered why professor mcgonlngal hadn't told him who he would be sharing his duties with, it was customary that they would tell the head boy and girl who there counter part would be but he guessed he would find out soon enough, he apparated to platform 9 3/4 and appeared next to an incredibly good looking young lady, as his vision began to clear he realised that the woman was no other than Miss Hermione Granger.

"Granger." Draco didn't want to have to start a conversation with anyone at the moment and was surprised that hogwarts even wanted him back, he was even more surprised that granger hadn't hexed his balls off.

"Malfoy." She replied turning to face him "what are you doing here this early?" To Draco's surprise and joy Hermione didnt have even a hint of anger in her voice.

"Oh I'm here for my duty, Professor Mcgonogal said I should come early to help the head girl, may I ask what you are doing here?"

"I'm here to meet the head boy and do my tasks with him,"

It was at that moment that the two young pupils realised that the other was the head boy/girl, they both stood in awkward silence, their eyes looking everywhere except each other. They both felt considerably stupid, at how slowly they had realised that they had met their counterpart for the year and not realised.

"Well Granger-"

"Please, call me Hermione after all we will be spending the rest of this year together"

"Okay, well Hermione, I must say you look incredibly gorgeous today, and if you weren't going out with that fucking weasel I would have snatched you up and taken you to the head boy and girl compartment before you could say Merlin", shit, shit, shit Draco hadn't meant to say that last bit but it had just slipped out, it was true though, Hermione did look simply delicious and Draco was starving.

Hermione stepped closer to Draco and wrapped her arms around his waist, tracing his abs with the tip of her finger, shivers ran through Dracos body as he gazed down at the young girl wrapped around him and felt complete, he also felt lust, as his eyes ran down her gorgeous body. He pressed himself firmly against her and looked down into her hazel orbs.

"Who said the weasel mattered to me?"

Draco could hardly believed his ears here he was the king of slytherin staring down into the eyes of the gorgeous princess of gryfindor who had just, seconds ago, said that her boyfriend weasel, didn't even matter to her. Draco could have jumped with joy, he had dreamed of this moment but never believed it would come true.

"Well Hermione lets go"

He lifted her gracefully off the platform and held her close to his chest, as he sauntered onto the train, he got a few strange looks off some of the early comers, sat in their compartments, ready for the journey to hogwarts. But Draco realised, with every new smirking face sat behind a glass door, it wasn't a look of confusion, but smugness, pride and relief. As he got further along the train, he realised everybody had been rooting for the two to go out, at least the hufflepuffs and ravenclaws, the slytherins and gryffindors (as per usual) didn't want to admit that their two houses had anything to do with each other.

They arrived at the head boy and girl compartment, and slid onto the plush leather chairs, Hermione lay herself down, and let her skirt ride over her ass, revealing the lacy thong that she had decided to wear earlier, she watched as dracos Hungry eyes slid down her body, his mouth opening slightly, and his eyes clouding over with lust as he gazed at her tits. He practically ran to her, and started to undo the buttons on her shirt, to let her out, when Harry burst through the door.

"Mione?!"

Harry stopped in his tracks, as he looked down at the scene before, Draco with a very obvious boner, Hermione with half her tits out, Dracos hand cupping one slightly, hermionies hand down dracos pants. A slight smirk played on Harry's face.

"Well, well, well, what have I stumbled upon?" He wouldn't tell Ron about it but by the looks on their faces, they though he would.

"Honestly Mione, I'm not surprised, acctually I'm proud of you"

Hermione could have laughed with joy, Harry wasn't going to have a go at her

"You won't tell Ron will you?"

"Course not, I promise"

"Thank merlin, Harry, please don't mention this to either of us again"

"Well that is a promise I cannot make"

"Oh dear god, please Harry if you really must just never in front of Ron"

" I swear I will never mention this to Ron"

"Thanks Harry..."

"I'll leave you two to it then"

As Harry left, the couple had completely lost their arousal and were simply too glad to do anything and just simply sat on the velvet chairs

"Well, that could have gone worse," Draco said attempting at conversation

"Harry, could have said he was gonna tell weasel."

Hermione brightened up reasonably at this, the happy expression on her face made Draco question how happy she actually was in her relationship ship with Weasley. He puzzled over this for a minute before he asked Hermione a question.

"Minone?"

He waited for any signs of response, Hermione looked up

"Do you acctually want to be with Weasel?"

"No, he's horrible."

"Why, in merlins name, have you not told him then?!"

"Clearly you have never seen him when he's angry"

"No, and I darent belive he is even slightly intimidating when angry!"

"Draco, he is terrifying!"

"Well I'll go tell him myself then!"

Draco pushed himself up to leave and grabbed the handle on the door, when Hermione grabbed his wrist, he turned to stare down at her hazel orbs.

"Please, Draco, don't,"

"I don't understand why you put up with him though."

"He's really terrifying when he's angry!"

"And? I'd hex him to the next century before he could even raise his puny little fist!"

"Draco, please, for the love of merlin. Do not tell him!"

"Why? It will make your life so much easier?"

"Still, he's quite frankly horrifying,"

Hermione paused."Just don't, please Draco."

Draco recognised the look of pleading in her eyes and the tinge of fright in her voice and so sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her protectively.

"I won't, until he crosses the line, then I'll tell him. I'll also hex his balls off whilst I'm at it!"

This earned him a thump on the chest from the petite brunette wrapped in his arms.

"Ow! Bloody hell woman what was that for?!"

"For even mentioning that you might even mutter a word of this convo to Ron."

The world around him wavered, the image becoming blurred and randomly coloured. Maintaining an almost dreamlike quality, he could no longer hear hermiones voice as she droned on about not telling Ron. She hadn't seemed to notice how strange Draco had begun acting. The world began to fell to the floor. He's eyes snapping shut.

He awoke with a groan, he was back in his bed sheets. The whole sodding thing had been a dream. He swore in his head, he didn't know why he was lusting after a filthy moodblood like her, he had pansy to complete all his desires for him. He glanced over at the clock on his bedside table, great he was going to be fucking late to meet the head girl at the train station. He stormed out of bedroom grabbing his cloak and the rest of his uniform from his wardrobe.

"IVY?!" He shouted as he made his way downstairs, the house elfs presence always calmed him, and reminded him of granger- 'stop it!' he scolded himself as his thoughts yet again lead him to the gryffindor.

Ivy appeared almost immediately, "Sorry Master Draco, I was mending your mothers dresses. What is it you wanted?"

Draco breathed in, redirecting his thoughts towards the day he faced.

"Ah ivy, its fine, please can I have some pancakes, with maple syrup?"

"Of course, master draco. Anything else?"

"No thankyou ivy, That's all."

Draco dismissed the elf and she disappeared with a pop. Undoubtedly to reappear in one of the Mansions many kitchens.

Hermione granger stepped out of her room in her new outfit, feeling just as amazing as she looked. She knew everyone would be quite surprised that she had chosen to wear this, but fuck them, it was her last year at hogwarts, she could dress how she wanted. She ran down stairs and grabbed her wand and crookshanks cage off the table, making sure to grab the little beasts food aswell.

She danced into the hallway still feeling amazing and apparated to platform 93/4, the dizzy sensation she usually got from apparating was over quickly, apparently quenched by the feeling of ecstasy flowing through her veins. She glanced around when her vision had finally cleared, the head boy wasn't here yet so she figured she may as well get some reading done whilst she waited for him. She stepped onto the train and made her way to the head compartment, Already getting her wand out to summon the Advanced Potions book that she had started reading last night, as she walked down the train many early comers in compartments were wolf whistling or staring at Hermione but she was too absorbed in her book to notice, she was just reading up on wolfsbane when she collided with something warm and solid, her hands instinctively grabbed it to stop herself from toppling over and it grabbed her back sweeping her off her feet. She let out a high pitched squeal as she felt her feet lifted off the ground and looked up to thank her saviour finding herself looking into the stormy grey eyes of, Draco Malfoy? Merlin he looked so much better up close.

An irritated Draco Malfoy marched down the train towards the slytherin compartments deciding he would spend half the journey there then half the journey in the head compartments, he had his wand in one hand and was studying a deep crack in the side when a warm body collided with his, it grabbed around his waist and Draco instinctively raised the body into his arms making great care in keeping his wand in his hand. Once he'd balanced himself he looked down to see who he'd walked into and found himself staring at the girls breasts bounce when he walked, his eyes slid gleefully down her body to her exposed midriff over her exceptionally short skirt ,that had been pulled up slightly to expose a pale pink lacy thong, down to her long smooth legs. His eyes flicked up to her face and he found himself gazing into the thickly lashed hazel eyes of Hermione granger. She hadn't realised it was him yet and was too busy holding on to him and her book to look up, so Draco used the time to his advantage he admired her shiny hair that fell in waves over his arm and felt a tightening in his groin as his eyes slid back down to her tits. He looked away just as hermiones eyes flicked up to his face

"malfoy?" She asked. Her voice had changed it was smooth and seductive but he'd be damned if he ever told her.

"Granger, May I ask why you thought walking down a narrow passage and reading a book at the same time would be a bright idea?" His tone was cool but not threatening ing but still he felt her shift in his arms with discomfort, he felt like kissing her forehead and apologising. Fucking hell what was he thinking. Why someone of his status would kiss a mud-blood like granger was beyond him. It was only now that he realised he had been carrying her in his arms for much longer than was necessary. He glanced down at the brunette in his arms she didn't seem that bothered and was concentrating rather hard on keeping her skirt down, the way she bit her lip when she focused made Draco feel like his heart was on fire, how he wanted those lips against him. To whisper in his ear and leave trails of blazing hot kisses all over his body. As he watched her finely manicured hands tighten their grip on her skirts hem he felt like telling her to leave it and let her skirt ride up over her smooth curves to her lacy thong. Fucking hell. He wanted Granger. He wanted her now. He groaned as he watched her perfect tits bounce as he stepped forwards down the long train.

Hermione could see him looking up and down her body, his stony eyes unreadable. But if the bulge that was pressing against her thighs was anything to go off she'd say he was enjoying the view. She grabbed her skirt hem just as it was about to reveal her thong, just before her eyes flicked down to check her skirt she caught his eyes staring unabashedly down at her breasts. She could feel her shirt being pulled down slightly revealing her red bra and even more cleavage. Draco groaned, she couldn't help but blush at the noise, she was quite proud that she could do this to him without laying a finger on him. "Something the matter Draco?" She dragged out his name almost into a moan, she felt his cock grow even bigger, Merlin he was huge and she wanted to make it as hard as she could without doing anything.

"Something the matter Draco?" He could feel his cock firmly pressing her against her thighs and wanted nothing more than to slide his cock in between them. The way she said his name made him so fucking hard, he was concentrating so hard on staring ahead of him it took him a few seconds to clock she had called him Draco and not Malfoy. "Granger" he mumbled softly, he hated that he was lusting after a filthy mood-blood like this but she was gorgeous and her body was something that would grace his dreams for the rest of his life but fucking hell he had to put her down before he ended up getting fully hard. He gently spun her around so she was facing forward and let his hand relieve its grip on her leg, his fingertips nimbly traced a line up the middle of her leg and he continued up to her inner thighs, surprised she hadn't stopped him yet. He glanced up at her face to see her plump lips parted in an O shape and her eyes slightly closed in anticipation, maybe she wanted this as much as he did, the sight made him even harder he wanted to pin her against the wall and make her moan. Fucking hell what was he doing thinking about Granger like this he had pansy. But oh fuck she was so hot. What was he doing. But he wanted to force his cock down her throat. He whipped his hand away from the mud-blood. Muttered a harsh "Watch where you're going Granger" and stalked down to the slytherin compartment.

Hermione Granger was left standing confused and rather alone half way down the train carriage she'd let that stupid prick carry her all the way down the train away from the head compartment , she knew she'd get Malfoy back but she didn't know how just yet. She turned her attention away from the ferret to her uniform, her shirt was pulled so far down her entire bra was nearly exposed, and he skirt was folded so it barely covered her pants. She wasn't annoyed per se more just confused, why Malfoy had had a reaction like that to her was confusing she knew she was what some would say blessed, but she didn't understand, Malfoy hates her and she was supposed to hate every bone is his gorgeous body. She continued her walk down the train her mind completely absorbed in ways she could get revenge on malfoy, she again turned her thoughts away from Draco to who the head boy would be. It was custom for the heads of house not to let the chosen head boy and girl know who their counterpart would be to make sure they would agree to the role. She hoped it was someone sensible or at least someone she got along with, she knew it wasn't Neville, Harry, Ron, Sheamus or Dean as she had asked them all over the holiday. She began thumbing through her book on advanced potions trying to find the page she was up to before she walked into Malfoy. Arriving at the head cabin she slid the light weight glass open and gazed at the plush velvet seats, it didn't smell vaguely musty and the table wasn't sticky at all. She sat down on the seats and immediately sunk into the soft fabric. Her instinct was to lay down and sleep, but she wanted to be alert for when she first saw the head boy, She reached to the table where she had placed her Advanced Potions book and began to read up on 'Liquid luck'.

His mind raced with thoughts, all about what he would do to his dirty little mudblood when he next saw her, how he'd punish her and then kiss her gently and whisper in her ear what a good girl she'd been. Fucking hell Draco, he scolded himself, that bitch was nothing to him. He marched down the train to the slytherin compartment where he would get Pansy to relieve all of his tension. He slid open the door and slid down onto the seat bringing out his cracked wand again, he ran his thumb down the deep crack and began to study how deep it actually went, he performed a simple charm to see if it was effecting his magic.