"Well, how do I look?"

Harry and Ron's mouths were open in shock and their eyes were as round as dinner plates. Ginny finally found her voice and smiled widely. "Hermione, you look absolutely, positively, 100 percent gorgeous!"

Hermione smiled and spun around. Her deeply tanned skin (from her vacation in Aruba) matched perfectly with her deep brown/green eyes. Her long, straight brown hair rested just above her belly button and her new wardrobe accentuated her perfect curves. She was sporting a pair of dark blue denim jeans, a pink tanktop, brown flipflops, brown Chanel sunglasses, and a brown Hérmes handbag.

Yes, Hermione Granger was definitely ready for the new school year.

Harry grinned. "You look GREAT, Hermione."

Ron nodded, smiling. "You really changed! You look great."

Hermione smiled. "Thanks!" She hugged her three best friends. They handed their luggage to the luggage man and boarded the train. Occupying the last compartment on the train, they settled down while the train started moving.

"So what did you guys do this summer?" Hermione asked, applying a coat of Berry Good lipgloss from MAC. "Sorry I couldn't go to the burrow." She frowned. "I really wanted to, but my parents won a raffle at their company's party and they got a free trip to Aruba, so that's where we were."

"Lucky!" exclaimed Harry, Ron, and Ginny at the same time.

"We just hung around," said Ginny. "There wasn't much to do. We mostly went to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade."

"I bought you guys gifts from Aruba!" Hermione exclaimed. "I forgot." But before her hand could reach into her bag, the compartment door slid open.

Draco Malfoy was standing there. He had grown over the summer. His muscular arms were visible under his thin black shirt and his black pants and silver belt looked very expensive, as always. His grown-out platinum blonde hair was tousled and fell over his silvery-blue eyes.

He crossed his arms and smirked. "What do we have here? Pothead, Weasle bee, Weaslette, and Mudblood Granger. What a surprise."

Harry and Ron were about to stand up, but Hermione put up her arm. She stood up instead.

She could feel Malfoy's eyes looking over her. She could tell he was surprised about her change over the summer.

"Watch your eyes, Malfoy." She smirked. "You don't want them to bleed from staring at a Mudblood for too long, would you?"

Malfoy glared at her through menacing eyes. "I wasn't staring at you, Granger. I was trying to picture you in a mud pile, which is where you belong."

Hermione turned around to face her friends. " I think Malfoy has lost his touch, don't you?" She smirked at Malfoy. "Sorry to say, but this is an arse-free zone, so you might want to leave." She pointed towards the door.

"Why you filthy little—" Hermione pushed his legs so he fell back against the window outside the compartment. She then slid the door shut and locked it. She smirked at him through the window.

"What now?" she mouthed, and sat down.

Her friends stared at her as she sat down in confidence. "Who are you and what have you done to Hermione?" Ginny asked, wide-eyed. "When did you learn to talk back to Malfoy like that?"

Hermione shrugged and smiled. "I dunno. But I could get used to it."

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As they watched the sorting of the first years, Hermione was please to see that Gryffindor got the most new students out of everyone. Dumbledore stood up as soon as the stool and the sorting hat were out of sight.

He clapped his hands once to get everyone's attention. He smiled through his half-moon spectacles. "I am extremely pleased to welcome you all back to Hogwarts. I am also very please to announce this year's Head Boy and Girl. Everyone, Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

There was a loud amount of applause, but also scattered in were a large amount of whispers and points and scared faces.

Hermione's mouth popped open when she heard her name, but it fell to the floor when she heard Malfoy's.

Harry, Ron, Ginny, and everyone at the Gryffindor and Slytherin tables gaped at Professor Dumbledore, who seemed oblivious to their gazes.

"There must be some mistake," Hermione muttered. She stole a quick glance at Malfoy to see him seem equally as shocked. Hermione slowly lowered herself into her seat, still in a state of disbelief.

Ron groaned and patted Hermione on the back. "We feel your pain."

Hermione shook her head. "Ugh! I can't believe Professor Dumbledore put me with Malfoy!"

Harry looked uncomfortable as the feast began. "Well, I don't mean to discourage you, Hermione, but he doesn't go by how well you get along. He goes by what grades you get. And I hate to admit that Malfoy got some pretty good grades last year."

Hermione glared at him. "He only got good grades because Professor Snape favors him the most out of all of his students so he gives him good grades even if he's always being a big git."

Ginny tapped her fingers on the table. "That's true." She sighed. "Well, we can't do anything about it now. Let's eat. I'm starving!"

Everyone besides Hermione laughed.

"That's what Ron is supposed to say!" Harry said, looking at Ron. His face was already stuffed with mashed potatoes and chicken.

Hermione tried her hardest to muster up the most convincing smile she could, but how could she smile at a time like this? She was stuck with the person she hated the most for the rest of the year. What luck.

Hermione barely touched her dinner that night. Right before Dumbledore let everyone go to their dormitories, Professor McGonagall abandoned the teacher's table. She walked up to Hermione and said, "Miss Granger, I am supposed to show you and Mr. Malfoy where your new Head dormitories are."

Hermione's eyes popped out of her head. "We have to share a dormitory? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

Professor McGonagall looked at her disapprovingly. "Miss Granger, as my best student I would have thought someone like you would take this situation more calmly." She briskly walked over to the Slytherin table, much to her dislike, and assumed she told Malfoy the same thing she told Hermione. She saw his mouth pop open and a look of great dislike spread across his face as he walked across the Great Hall to Hermione.

Professor McGonagall sighed. "Let's get this over with." She led them out the double doors and into the corridor. They went across a few turns, a few twists, a few doors, but finally they got to the top floor of the castle that overlooked all of the dormitories of the other houses.

Professor McGonagall turned to the two Heads. "Now, this is your dormitory. The password is "communication". The reason why your dormitory is so high and overlooks all of the other houses, is because when you make your daily rounds at night and in the afternoon, you will need to go through all of the corridors to all of the portraits to make sure nothing is wrong. Am I understood?"

Hermione and Malfoy both nodded.

"Good. All of your luggage has already been brought up. Your classes start tomorrow. There are schedules on your night tables. Good night." She walked away and disappeared.

"I can't believe I have to share a same common room with YOU," Hermione spat at Malfoy, crossing her arms.

Malfoy glared at her. "I can't believe I have to share a common room with a MUDBLOOD."

Hermione rolled her eyes and turned towards the portrait, which was of a fat, bald man in a nice, black tailored suit sitting at a wooden table.

"Ah!" he said heartily. "New Heads, I suppose?" He had a thick Irish accent. "Well, yeh better tell me the password, Lad, or am I gonna sit here all night?"

"Communication," Draco muttered, and the portrait swung forward.

The common room was a large, spacious room with soft, green and gold couches (Slytherin and Gryffindor), a large brick fireplace, polished hardwood floors, and large rugs. Big bookcases covered one wall and the wall on the other side was made of window with a large green and gold curtain held to the side with a gold hook. There was a spiral staircase in the middle of the room that led upstairs to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

Hermione and Draco made their way, quite reluctantly, upstairs to see their rooms. The first two doors on the left and right side were the bedrooms. The one on the left had a green handle for Malfoy and the one on the right had a gold handle for Hermione.

Both bedrooms were made in their house colors. They both had a large, queen-sized bed, a big bookcase, a closet, a desk, and a pair of double doors that led to a balcony. The next room on the right was a bathroom. It was made completely of sea green, gold, and white tiles. The sinks and bathtub were made of marble, and the floor was made of white tile.

Hermione shook her head in disbelief. "We have to SHARE a bathroom?"

Malfoy winced. "Imagine, a MALFOY sharing a bathroom with a Mudblood! What would my father say?"

Hermione rolled her eyes and they moved on. The second door on the left, surprisingly, was a kitchen. Hermione picked up the card that was on the counter.

Dear Mr. Malfoy and Miss Granger,

Congratulations of becoming this year's Head Boy and Girl! This kitchen is made especially for you. If you pull on the red velvet rope by the sink, a house elf will be there to assist you and get you whatever you desire to eat or drink. Remember, no alcohol in the dormitories! Good night and good luck.

Sincerely, Professor Albus Dumbledore

Malfoy smirked. "Well, a house elf of our own! This isn't so bad after all."

Hermione opened her mouth to say something about S.P.E.W., but decided against it. She needed everything but an argument with Malfoy at this moment. So they went on.

The next room was a study room, or as they guessed, a recreation room. There were two desks stocked with parchment, quills, and ink, a bookshelf, a fireplace, a Wizard's Chess set on an oak table, and a few couches by the windows.

Hermione turned to Malfoy. "If you ever come NEAR my room, I swear I will hex you into obviation!"

Malfoy chuckled. "And why would I want to get near a Mudblood's room?"

Hermione smirked. "Malfoy, please, Mudblood is getting kind of old, don't you think?"

For the first time, Malfoy didn't have a smart comeback.

Hermione smiled to herself, and locked herself into her bedroom, leaving Malfoy glaring at her in the hallway.

The first thing Hermione did when she got into her room was put a few non-reversible charms on her door to keep Malfoy from coming in unless she allowed it. The first one she put was if Malfoy ever came near her door or touched it, he would be thrown back. The second one was if he touched the actual handle, he would grow rashes all over his body. The next few ones were just reassuring charms so no one could use an "Alohamora" charm to open her door.

She fell back onto her bed and felt the goose feathers puffing up all around her. She smiled. She could definitely get used to this. All she had to do was survive a whole year with Malfoy… it couldn't be that hard.

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A/N: So hope you guys liked my first chapter! I worked hard on it. And I don't know what's up with that "ermione turned to look at Malfoy with disgust on her face." part at the end of the author's note, but it won't go away, so just ignore it! Thanks! Please review! ermione turned to look at Malfoy with disgust on her face.