Opposites Attract by Nicole Desire
Chapter One: The Head Boy
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling does.
A/N: This story takes place during Hermione's seventh year at Hogwarts.
Hermione mounted the Hogwarts Express and looked for an empty compartment. She finally found one, and held the compartment door open so Harry and Ron could come in and join her.
They sat down and began to talk.
"Hermione, I can't believe that you're Head Girl," said Harry enthusiastically.
"Yeah, I know, me neither. It just seems so big," she replied.
"I wanted to be Head Boy," said Ron sulkily.
Hermione and Harry glanced at each other and raised their eyebrows. It was common knowledge that Ron really liked Hermione, and he didn't want to be Head Boy for the heck of it. In fact, he said that he wished he could be Head Boy when he found out Hermione was the Head Girl.
"I wonder who the Head Boy is?" Asked Hermione. This made Ron look even more sulky.
Harry replied. "Well, whoever it is, you'll have to be sharing quarters with him."
Hermione glanced at her watch. "It's time to meet the Head Boy and go over stuff. See you later, guys."
They both waved at Hermione as she walked out of the compartment and towards the prefect and Head Boy and Girl compartment at the front of the train.
Hermione knocked on the door and a few seconds later, it slid open to reveal a slightly larger compartment filled with the two prefects from each House and the Head Boy.
She glanced around for someone with a Head Boy badge pinned on his shirt. Scanning the crowd of people conversing, she laid eyes on Draco Malfoy, and then she looked at his chest, where a shiny Head Boy badge was pinned.
Oh crap, was all that Hermione could think. She would be sharing quarters with Malfoy?!
She rolled her eyes and took a seat next to Malfoy, who immediately looked her way and said, "You're Head Girl, Granger?"
"Yes," she replied, feeling extreme loathing.
"Well, we're sharing quarters," said Malfoy, with a smirk plastered across his face. "So we better get to know each other."
Disgusting git, thought Hermione. Then she decided to play along with it, to see if Malfoy would back off if she did.
"Yes, I guess we should. So, would you mind telling me what color boxers you wear? Slytherin green, perhaps?" Hermione was shocked by her own wit. But unfortunately, Malfoy didn't back off.
"And you, red and gold knickers?"
Hermione thought that she should at least try and get along, because she would be living with him all year. "Look, Malfoy, let's just try to get along. We'll have to live with each other all year, and it's not gonna make it any easier if we argue every minute."
Malfoy stayed quiet for a while. "Fine Granger. I'll make sure to let you in to take a bath with me." But this time, Malfoy's smirk looked like remarkably like a smile.
