Alright so here's the thing... This is my very first fan fiction. Ever. So don't go too hard on me. I'm still working out the kinks...

Disclaimer: I most defiantly do NOT own any of Harry Potter... J.K. Rowling is a genius and I cannot even imagine being that talented.

Hermione's POV

I woke up feeling...well quite frankly feeling like someone had repeatedly punched me in the gut.

Yesterday was another joyous day in the life of "Hermione Granger, Smartest Witch of the Century" or at least that's what it was to the rest of the magical world... but honestly, I really just wanted to be normal again. Well, not that I hadn't always been intelligent. But now everyone treated me...differently. It was no longer, "Hey Hermione. Whats up?" It was now, "Hermione Granger? Is that the real Hermione Granger?" Wherever i went, there was always someone whispering behind my back. "I heard that she is having a secret affair with Ron Wesley!" or, "Did you know that she produced a patronus charm in front of twenty-seven dementaurs, just by looking at one?" or my personal favorite, "Can you believe that she has done all of that great stuff, but still can't find a boyfriend? I mean, who would turn down Victor Krum?" Ah. How I love it. NOT.

But i was going to have to suck it up, and get used to it. This year I was to be head girl. When I had gotten the letter, I was absolutely delighted. That is, untill I found out who I was to be spending almost all of my free time (and school day for Dumbledore had requested that the head boy and girl should have the same classes ALL year) with. The most vile thing in all of creation. He could have dropped off the face of the earth and I wouldn't have blinked.

Malfoy.

How could he!? Dumbledore knew that i hated him with my very being. He knew that I would rather spend eternity in hell than spend a minute with that ferret alone. then again, I had done that hadn't I? Draco Malfoy had done to me almost that very thing. Not quite an eternity, but it felt like it at the time... Down in a cold cellar, he tortured me with the imperious curse. It was worse than having my own spine ripped out of my back. and now, I would spend an entire school year seeing his filthy face every morning.
It made me sick.

I yawned, stretched, and groggily got up out of my queen-sized temperpedic bed. (you know, for muggles, they really had some great inventions...)

My room was quite small. It was neat, and organized. Fine for me. I never had needed anything special. Just a place to keep my clothes, and books. Though, I was looking foreword to seeing what my room looked like at Hogwarts this year...

No. Because no matter how extravagant my place to stay was, it wouldn't matter because I would be sharing it with Malfoy.
Why did he have to ruin everything good in my life? It was almost as if he wanted to make my existence a living hell.

I walked over to my ordinary dresser, grabbed a plaid skirt that went just below the knees, a white button up, tie,
and undergarments, and slumped to the bathroom.

I looked in the small, oval mirror and sighed. I had changed sense sixth year. My hair had gotten much more curley, rather than frizzy. And my features had somehow shifted to look more feminine. I also had gained curves. Not overly voluptuous, I was still quite thin, but I had the prefect hourglass shape.

I undressed, and took a hot shower. When I got out, I put on my ordinary outfit, and headed downstairs. My bags were already packed, and on my bed. (I love magic)

I never noticed how completely undefined my home was. Just a little ranch off Dourson rd. Plain white walls, generic off-white carpet. Nothing that really caught the eye.

As soon as I got downstairs with my luggage, I was embraced by an overly dramatic mother. "I'll miss you so much my darling. Be sure to write as often as possible. And don't forget to tell Harry and Ron hello." She adored them... "Ok mum i will." I said not-so-enthusiastically. "Hermione. This is your last year at Hogwarts. Couldn't you be a little exited, or sad, or something?" she said with a confused and slightly frustrated look. "I really don't have much to be enthusiastic about. I mean really. Ron is going to be spending all of his time with Lavender, and Harry is working with the Order. I'll be all alone." (with Malfoy) "And as for it being the last year, nothing has really been the same since the war...so it really doesn't matter anyways."

"Well then, I'll just have to be exited for you. Pictures!" Ugh. I internally groaned. She felt the need to put every last bloody moment in her little scrapbooks. I swear not one moment in my life has not been documented.

She ran to the cupboard and grabbed out her silver little digital camera. Oh, how I loathed it so. "Smile Hermione. This is the only first day of seventh year." "Yes. and tomorrow will be the only second. Can we get on with it?" she gave me a disapproving look, and took the picture.

"I'm sorry your father couldn't be here for the big "send off" but he, as you know, had to work. He really does feel horrible..." I was a little disappointed that i couldn't see him, but he was in France at some dentist thing. (who knows) "Oh, it's fine. I'll see him on Christmas. It'll be OK."

"Alright sweetie. I hope you have a great first day. Make goo-" "Make good choices. You can't go back in time." even though I have done that before... "Yeah, I got it mum. I'll write you as soon as I can." I kissed her on the cheek, grabbed my luggage, and with a pop, I was at the train station.

"Miony! Where on earth have you been? No letters, no calls, not even a text?" I was greeted on the train by two (a little too exited) of my best friends; Ron, and Ginny. "Wow Gin you know what textingis? That amazes me. And just an F.Y.I., you guys haven't tried to contact me at all either. So don't blame it all on me." I walked over to the seat, set my luggage down, and closed the door.

Wow. Ginny looked...amazing. I mean, not to be weird or anything. But she looked great. She cut her hair so it rested just above her collar bone, and she defiantly gained a few bra sizes. She had apparently started to wear make-up. Not an over abundance, but just enough to emphasize her curly lashes, and glorious skin color. Oh, how I wish I was like Ginny. She was the perfect girl, for anyone.

Ron looked generally the same as usual. Nothing too fabulous there. He had grown his fire red hair out just a little longer this year, and it came to cover about half his eyes, before it swooped to the side. He had gained a lot of muscle from riding around on that silly broom so much. But he still was just Ron.

"So Herms, what have you been doing lately?" The generic question. Ron wasn't to origional. "Not much really. I bet your summer was much more exiting than mine was... All I did was hear about my parents new dentistry equipment that they got at the hospital. -Muggle stuff." I said after they both looked at me like I was an insane person trying to explain how I was an alien from planet Zorgon.

"How about you?"

"Well, mum sent us off to the misistry with dad for a while. She says it's time that we knew what exactly our father does when he goes to work. Not that we didn't get the full scoop every night at dinner. But really I just think now that George is gone, she wanted some peace and quiet. So she was just finding a way to get rid of us." Ginny just looked off into space at nothing. Probably thinking of Harry as she usually does when he should be with her, but cannot be. Ginny and Harry have been having a relationship which they thought that they could keep from me. But honestly they're being a tad bit hypocritical. I mean you can't try to hide something from the smartest whitch of the century...

We spent the rest of the train ride talking about how the school years should have went by fast, as normal seventh years would have. But out of all the things we have been through, it could have gone along much faster.

As I was walking off of the train when we arrived, I overheard one of the cabins not-so-quiet conversations, "Hey mate! Head boy! Good job! I wonder who your room-mate will be. You are the Slythern Sex god after all." I looked in just at the right moment to see Blaise Zabini playfully nudge Malfoy at these words. Slythern Sex God my arse. I didn't care what his little whores had to say about his apparent "abilities" in that area. He would never get to me. Ever.

But did this mean he didn't know that I was the head girl? Well this would be interesting...

"Herms. You coming?" Said a very distant Ron.

"Yea sorry. Be right there." I shouted as I hurried off.

"WHAT! THERE HAS TO BE A MISTAKE! GRANGER? YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING!" I smirked as I walked past his little tantrum. Yes. He hated this just as much as I would. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad...

"YOU! WHAT DID YOU DO!?" He grabbed me by my wrist and slammed me against the wall. He was so close I could practically feel the anger roll off of him in waves of rage.

"Get the hell away from me Malfoy, you git!" His piercing gray eyes bore down into my very core.

"Granger. Tell me now why the fuck I have to spend my perfectly good time with your mudblood face." He didn't move.

"Oh, I don't know Malfoy. Maybe it's becuase I am apparently the smartest student here, or that I care about this school, or hey, here's a thought. Because I don't spend my time screwing every mildly attractive female I lay my eyes on. You know what? I think D, all of the above. Now get off of me before I use the same magic that defeated your precious dark lord to kick your ass too."

Wow. Had I really said that? I mean, I hadn't meant to be so harsh...had I?

He was off of me so fast, I fell to the ground from the swift movement. By the time I had gathered my strength enough to look up, he was gone. "There you are Ms. Granger. I have been looking everywhere for yo- why areyou on the floor?" She said with a confused, and slightly annoyed sense of arrogance that Mrs. Mcgonnagle always had in her voice. That is, unless she was speaking with Harry. She loved that boy...

"Well, you see Mrs. Mcgonnagle, I was rushing down the hallway, and I tripped over my own feet." I said as I scrambled up off of the ground. "Let's try to refrain from letting people know of this kind of thing now shall we? We don't want the students thinking our new head girl is some kind of a klutz." No, she just didn't want to make herself look bad... "Have you by chance seen Mr. Malfoy around? I need to go over everything with both of you, and show you your rooms." Lie. "No, I don't believe I have, unless we walked by earlier. It was pretty crowded..."

"Then we will need to get to him." She grabbed my arm, whispered something, and with a snap we were suddenly in the Slytherin corridors. How strange. And a few paces ahead of us, was Malfoy walking, well I can't really say walking because he was slumped over and shuffling his feet. Also every few seconds his body would shudder. Had she put us here? "Professor, you need to show me how to do that!" I said a bit over-enthusiastically. But just as she was about to open her mouth, Malfoy snapped around and I swear, his furious glare alone could have killed someone. But if you looked slightly past the menacing facial expression, you could almost see...sadness? And why were his eyes all puffy? Had Draco Malfoy just been...crying?

So that was the first chapter. I hope you liked it. Sorry, it's a bit short I know. But the more reviews I get...the more motivated I am. So review, review, review :)