Authors Note: I wrote this chapter on a car trip through some mountains (yuk) so there might be some typos and stuff. Enjoy! And don't forget to read the important notice below! If you already know what homecoming is, just read the bold stuff.

- Oh. I forgot to mention that homecoming might not show up in this chapter. But it will show up in this story. Most definitely.

IMPORTANT: Homecoming is a weeklong event celebrated in many high schools. The first four are each dedicated to one class or grade. The final day is a coming together of the whole school to show school spirit. Oftentimes, there is a football game and/or a homecoming dance. The individual days are celebrated differently in various schools. Some schools have each class do a skit and airbands (dances) while other schools have the class do a parade. It depends on the school. In this story, Hogwarts will celebrate homecoming by having the individual houses have a charms show (if you don't get it, then think of the quidditch games and the enchanted banners and stuff.) and airbands.

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"Mione. Aren't you going to sit down?" Ron looked up at her. He was sitting in a compartment on the Hogwarts Express. Across from him sat Ginny and Harry. Ginny was reading the comics in the Daily Prophet. Harry was reading them too, over her shoulder. They were sitting a mite too close to each other to still be friends only.

Hermione smiled. This was going to be the perfect school year. Voldemort had been defeated and the relief was visible in Harry's eyes. Most of the death eaters were locked up in Azkaban. There still were a few running around loose but not for long. On the other hand, Hermione was head girl and she couldn't wait to see who the head boy would be. She was hoping for Terry Boot. He had always been nice when they were perfects together. Maybe there would be some romance in the future.

"Can't Ron. I've got to go to the Head's compartment. See you guys at the feast." And with that, Hermione left. Ginny mumbled something about bathroom and left as well.

"When'll you ask her?" Harry asked.

"Ask her what?" Ron feigned innocence.

"You know. What we talked about..." Harry gesticulated.

"Oh. That." Ron slightly turned pink. "I….I'll…"

Harry grinned. "Just do it soon mate."

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Hermione crossed her fingers, hoping that the head boy would be Terry Boot. Opening the door to the compartment, she headed in.

"Tsk. Tsk. One would think that the head girl would arrive early." Drawled an all too familiar voice.

Malfoy. Draco Malfoy.

Hermione grimaced. Just her luck.

"Late for what Malfoy?" Hermione questioned.

"For this of course." He answered while gesturing with is hands. "Surely you knew that we had to have a meeting with the perfects about procedures."

Hermione looked around as he spoke. Then as realization struck her, she gasped. "Oh! I'm so sorry. It's just…I forgot because…I'm sorry…." Hermione looked flustered but she quickly regained her composure and the meeting resumed.

After all the perfects left the compartment, Hermione sat down and took out a book to read. Malfoy sat across from her and closed his eyes. A few minutes later, he was asleep. Hermione stared at him.

He isn't that bad looking. At least that horrific hair gel is gone. And he does have muscles. Probably from quidditch.—OooH!eww.. Why am I thinking that? — He looks kind of sad. Figures. His dad's dead. Rumor has it that Draco killed him. Wonder why. He came to our side but…still. Killing your father. Traumatizing.

"See something you like Granger?"

"Huh? Oh. No."

"Then quit staring at me while I sleep."

"I wasn't. I have better things to do than stare at you."

"Then do those things. And let me sleep."

"Sorry. No can do. We have to get off in five minutes. And you haven't changed into your robes."

" Neither have you."

"Well. I was going to just now."

She stood up and took her robes out of her bag. And put them on over her uniform. She had it on already. Malfoy did the same. Then they both sat down again in silence.

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"No way! We have to talk to Dumbledore, Mione. You can't stay with that git!" Ron's voice boomed.

The feast in the Great Hall had begun and Hermione had just told her best friends who the Head Boy was.

"Ron! No! I can handle him. He's not that bad."

"Not that bad! Not that bad! Don't you remember everything he's done to us in the past?"

"Ron. Calm down. Seriously. She'll be fine. Just fine. Plus. Malfoy helped us remember?"

"So?" Ron pouted.

"So, he's okay. Plus it's just sharing a dormitory."

"Fine. But I'm still not okay with this. If he does one thing to you, I swear, I'll kill him."

"Hey guys!" Ginny greeted the Golden Trio.

"Hi. Guess who the Head Boy is?"

"Hmm… Terry Boot?"

"No unfortunately. It's Malfoy."

"OooooH. He's cute!--."

"Ginny! What? Why????—." This time Ron looked flustered.

"Seriously Ron. I'm not a child anymore."

"No she's not." Harry said quietly so that Ginny was the only one to hear. She blushed.

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"Um. Mione?" Hermione turned at the sound of Ron's voice. "Can I walk you to your rooms?"

"Sure Ron."

"Ummm. I… Um." Hermione wondered what was making Ron this nervous. They were at the portrait hole. "Um. Willyoubemygirlfriend?"

"Oh!" Hermione said quietly. "Of course Ron!"

"Good." And he kissed her. At that moment, Malfoy decided to arrive.

"Mudblood and poor boy. Who would've thought?" Malfoy smirked as the couple pulled away.

"Malfoy…" Ron growled.

"Weasley." Malfoy nodded.

"Ron." Hermione whispered "Please. Calm down. It doesn't matter."

"Did you hear what he called you!" she gave him a look and he backed down. "Fine…."

"I'm warning you Malfoy. If you do or say anything to Mione, I'll kill you." Ron threatened.

"Whatever Weasley. Now, I want to go to my common room so if you'll move…"

Ron moved, Draco said the password and entered the common room.

"I guess I'll go too. See you tomorrow Ron."

"Yeah tomorrow. G'd night." He kissed her cheek and walked towards the Gryffindor dormitory blushing.

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Hermione entered the common room. It was beautifully decorated in reds and greens with silver and gold trims. There were two bedrooms. One for me and one for Malfoy. But there was only one bathroom. Great. Just great.

"If you insist on the PDA (AN. Public Display of Affection in case you didn't know.) then do it somewhere else. It disgusts me."

Hermione sighed. She was exhausted and she didn't want to deal with this right now.

"Really, Malfoy? Maybe you're just jealous? That nobody wants to do that to you?" She said walking towards her bedroom.

He got up from the couch he was sitting on and stepped out in front of her. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. " I think we both know that I can have any girl in this school." She shivered. He was so close…and then he turned and headed towards his bedroom door.

"Shut up, Ferret face. And I will do what I want where and when I want." Hermione composed herself and called to his retreating form.Why had she felt so…odd when he was standing so close to her?

"We'll see." He called back.

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Authors Note: To clear some things up.

- It will be a Dramione fic.

- This fic will have a side pairing of HPGW in accordance to the books.

- I haven't had my beta read this in my anxiety to get it up so if there mistakes ignore them or tell me. Whatever. I think, I'll ask her to read it and then I'll repost. Maybe.

- Flames….hm… well. I guess flames are okay. Just be nice.

- READ AND REVIEW!!! That is how I know I should continue… So review!