Author's note: Okay, guys, this is my first - EVER - fanfiction. Originally a one-shot idea, I decided to prolong it and savor the flavor. Yes, that rhymes. I thought it was cute. No, I won't do that in the actual story.
Summary: Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger, Head Boy and Girl of Hogwarts, are forced to share a dorm together. Will romance blossom? Don't even think that you know exactly what will happen - surprises are definitely in store.
Disclaimer: The only thing I own that pertains to this story is the laptop it was written. If you need it clearer than that, I do not own Harry Potter, however much I would like to.
"Head Boy and Head Girl have to share a dorm room together," Hermione announced, disgusted, as she entered the Gryffindor common room, where her two best friends were lounging on the overstuffed arm chairs in front of the fire. "And guess who the Head Boy is."
Ron looked up, a startled look etched onto his face. "Not Malfoy?"
Harry also looked alarmed. "That git'll hex you in your sleep! Appeal to Dumbledore, 'Mione. He can't let this happen."
"I already tried." Hermione looked completely miserable. "Dumbledore says that he is bound by the rules. Actually, he also said that it might do me a bit of good to follow the rules for once myself."
Indignant, she rose herself up to her full height. "I mean, it's not as if I don't spend half of my time trying to stop you two fools from getting expelled, but that's no reason to treat me likeI'madelinquent! What is Dumbledore trying to do, get me killed?"
"Well, we always said he was a bit mad," Ron put in unwisely, but cowered as Hermione turned towards him, eyes blazing.
"Mad? Mad! Would you like to switch places with me? He's a bit more than mad, Ron!"
Harry sighed and picked up his newest book on Quidditch, tuning out the lecture that was certain to follow.
"Head Boy and Head Girl have to share a bloody dorm together," Draco spat.
"Doesn't sound too terrible to me. Think of it, mate – a dorm room with a girl, alone. No chaperones."
Draco sighed. Normally, he would be inclined to agree with Blaise's opinion, but this was a different matter.
"Blaise, you don't understand. Do you have any idea who the Head Girl is?"
"Don't really follow house politics, myself."
"It's that Mudblood, Granger! I would never even bother to force her to have sex with me! I would ruin myself."
Draco looked around at Blaise and was surprised to see that he did not have an identical scowl upon his face. Rather, he had sort of a dreamy smile.
"What the hell are you thinking about?"
"Sorry," Blaise grinned, snapping out of his reverie. "I was thinking that I wouldn't mind having to force Granger into a little something. Maybe you have noticed, but that girl has gotten fine."
Draco stood up, repulsed. "I'm going."
"Yeah, so am I. Think I'm gonna go have a go in the prefects' bathroom…definitely need a bit of privacy after that thought."
"Oh, God! Shut up!"
