A/N: Ok, so these first 7 chapters will be in their original wording ((unless something was horribly wrong with how it was written :P )). The only thing I've changed is spacing and punctuation, so if it reads kind of funny, keep in mind that they were written when I was like 12, so yeah. :P I was still learning back then. Also, the "000" stands for a change in time. And the italicized paragraphs with *** on top and bottom is a dream. Just thought I'd throw that out there. Well, I do hope you enjoy. They're old, but I did a lot of work writing them back then and editing them today. :]

As Hermione made her way down to the Heads compartment, she thought of who the Head Boy could be. 'I just hope it's not...' she thought as she opened he door labeled Head Boy & Girl. "Malfoy!" she said when she saw him sitting, staring out the window.

'No! Not her! This is going to be awful. I hate her!' Draco thought when he saw Hermione step in. "Well, well. If it isn't, Granger." He said with the same awful smirk on his face.

'This is going to be awful. I hate him!' Hermione thought as she sat down and pulled out the book she had been reading over the summer.

Two hours later, which only felt like thirty minutes to Hermione, someone knocked on the compartment door. "Hermione! Come on. We're here already!" said Ron's voice from the other side of the compartment door.

"All right, Ron! Wait for me outside!" Hermione replied. She closed her book and put it in her Hogwarts trunk. "Malfoy?" she said when she saw him sitting up, fast asleep, "Malfoy!" He remained asleep. Hermione was getting frustrated. She knew she had to wake him up, but she also wanted to catch up with her friends. "Malfoy! Wake up!" she said louder, as she shook him. She watched his eyes as he squinted and opened them hastily.

"What do you think you're doing?" He had a point. There she was, staring at him with her hand on his knee.

She removed it quickly, "I just thought you'd like to know that we're here." He jumped up, fixed his hair which had gotten messed up while he was sleeping, and ran out of the compartment to, Hermione suspected, meet up with Crabbe and Goyle. Hermione left the compartment and got off the train to look for Harry and Ron.

000

At the beginning of the year feast, Professor Dumbledore told everyone that there would be a ball around Christmas time and that students who were in 4th year and up could attend. Dumbledore also requested that Hermione and Draco stay behind when the feast was done and over with.

When the lot of Hufflepuffs finally left, Draco and Hermione went up to Dumbledore to find out what he had to say. "Now, as Head Boy and Head Girl," he began, "You will be sharing a common room with each other."

'Great, not only do I have to patrol with her, I have to share the same common room too.' Draco thought.

"You will patrol on separate days since I see no need for there to be two of you patrolling at the same time with all of the school's prefects patrolling as well. Mr. Malfoy, you will patrol on Monday and Friday. Ms. Granger, you will patrol on Tuesday and Thursday..."

"But, Professor. What about Wednesday?" Hermione questioned.

"Neither of you will patrol unless you're told other wise. The prefects can take care of Wednesday and the weekends. Now, unless there are any questions...," he waited for any questions they might have, "You may be on your way. Oh, and the password is fairy lights. Now, off you go. I'm sure you'd like to get to bed early tonight for tomorrow." With out a word, Draco took off to their common room.

"Night, Professor." she said and she went to the Head's common room.

When she got to her new common room, she walked inside the already opened door. Inside, there were three other doors. One which was labeled Head Girl, one which was labeled Head Boy, and one that was apparently the bathroom. She stepped inside her bedroom and was surprised by the decorations. The walls were painted in maroon and gold. There was a double four-poster bed in the middle of the room, which was dressed in maroon sheets and gold pillows. And she had her own desk for her to work at. It didn't seem like much to other people, but, to her, it was perfect. After getting her things sorted, she went to the bathroom to take a warm bath.

"You call this a bedroom? My basement is nicer than this. Oh well. I guess it's better than nothing." Draco said in disgust. His room was the same as Hermione's, but instead of maroon and gold, everything was green and grey. "Wonder if Granger found her way up here. I guess I can wait for her," he said and he went into the common room to wait for her.

"Ah. I really needed that," Hermione said as she pulled on her baby blue pajama bottoms, along with a plain white T-shirt. After she dried her hair using a simple drying spell, she walked out of the bathroom to see Draco sitting in the armchair closest to the fireplace, starring into the flame intensely. "Malfoy? What are you doing out here?" she said.

Like it had just hit him that he was sitting out there, he shook his head, blinked, and turned his head at her quickly to face her. "Oh...I thought that you hadn't made it up here yet, and I thought I'd wait for you." He told her.

"Oh. Thanks." she said and sat down on the couch and began to read her book. Not saying a word, Draco got up and went to take a bath himself.

About an hour later, it was nearly 1:00 in the morning and Draco still had yet to go to sleep. 'Maybe if I go and read for a while, I'll get sleepy,' he thought as he grabbed a random book off of his desk and went out into the common room. When he stepped into the common room, he noticed that the fire was still as bright as it was six hours ago. Then he saw Hermione sitting on the couch, reading her book, looking almost as if she had been petrified. "Granger? What are you doing still up?" he said trying to get her attention. "Hm? What? Oh, I got so carried away with my book that I forgot what time it was. Speaking of which, what about you?" she said sounding rather sleepily.

"I can't get to sleep to save my life. I thought that if I try reading, I'll get tired enough to go to bed." He told her as he sat down beside her.

"Oh. Well, then I won't be a bother to you." She said and she went back to reading her book.

Fifteen minutes later, Draco still had yet to be able to concentrate on his book. He was curious to know what that book was that she was reading. It didn't say the title on the cover, so that didn't help him much. "So, what's that book called anyway?" he asked her finally.

"Oh," she turned her head to face him, "It's called Twisted Love."

"What's it about?" he asked.

"It's about this young man who's hated this girl for as long the two have known each other." she explained, "But, because of certain events, he for some reason can't get his mind off of her. She also can't get her mind off of him either. They want to express their feelings, but can't because their families are two well known enemies. And...well...that's as far as I've gotten"

"Hm...interesting, but not something I'd read," he said, "Although, there's not much that I will read either"

"You really should read more often," she suggested, "It's quite fun once you get used to it."

"Um...I'll pass on that," he yawned, "Well...we should probably get to bed." "What?" she looked at her watch, "Oh no! It's 1:25 a.m.! You're right, we should."

"Draco, before you leave, there's something I have tell you..."she was cut short as his lips crashed into hers.

"Yes, Hermione?" he said holding her gently in his arms.

"N-nothing," and she hugged him tightly, "Nothing at all."

"What the...!" Draco said after being woken up by his own dream, "Why would I be having dreams..." He then remembered Hermione's book. "No...that can't be it. I can't love her and hate at the same time. No. I won't allow it!" 'Why am I so mad? How come just after hearing about her stupid book am I having dreams of kissing her? And why her?' All of these questions, and none them could he answer.