Disclaimer: Last I checked I don't own Harry Potter. Somebody known as Joanne Kathleen Rowling does though.
Summary: It's their last year at Hogwarts. Hermione Granger is the Head Girl and Draco Malfoy is the Head Boy. They have to live together in the Head's Quarters. Will they be able to see each other in a different light this year? Will it lead to a friendship and then to something more or will their ego and pride come in between making them throw everything away? Read on to find out! This is my first story! Read and Review!
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Chapter 1: One week down, one year to go!
It was a breezy morning. The pleasantly warm sunlight shone through the window, onto Hermione's face, gently waking her up. As soon as she woke up, she squinted her eyes to avoid the direct sunrays and using the table as a support, pushed herself off the chair. Her hands immediately touched her neck. It hurt a little, due to the bad posture. She looked around and smiled. She had fallen asleep last night, while studying, in her favourite room – the library. It was her first Sunday, after being back. But Hogwarts didn't feel as warm and welcoming as it always had, for so many years before. She knew why. However, she chose to ignore those thoughts.
She picked up her books, parchments, quills and her inkpot which was lying on the table, and headed outside towards her bedroom. She reached the staircase leading to her room and was about to step onto it when an all too familiar voice called out from behind.
"Exiting the library? Why doesn't that surprise me? ", drawled none other than Draco Malfoy.
She didn't know why she had stopped to listen to what he had to say. She had half a mind to turn around and fling her books at his head. But she respected her books too much for that. She just shrugged and continued walking up the stairs.
"Do you think ignoring me is going to make me stop torturing you? It just gives me an incentive to try harder. Say, Granger, where are those bodyguards of yours? Have they finally realized that you're a complete misfit and deserted you? "He said, mockingly.
She turned around and looked at him for a while. Then she replied casually, "I am quite impressed with your eye for detail, Malfoy. Though it makes me wonder, why would you observe so much? Do you fancy me? Or is it that you have a lot of free time? Because, if that's the case, I might as well report to Professor McGonagall, who'd be more than delighted to assign you some tasks in order to make more productive use of your time."
She didn't wait for a response, because she knew there wouldn't be one. She knew that he wouldn't risk having to do extra school work just to win this argument. She knew that he knew that there were going to be many more such occasions for him to win, because they were stuck together for a year. As she climbed the remaining stairs, she remembered the day she received the letter from Hogwarts, informing her that she was selected as the Head Girl. She was more surprised about the fact that Draco Malfoy was the Head Boy and was completely repulsed by the idea that they would have to live in the Head's Quarters. She had thought it would be impossible, and yet here she was. She had survived the first week back, without killing or even hurting Malfoy physically and obviously he had managed to do the same as well.
As soon as she entered her room, she lay her stationary onto the table and fell onto her bed. She took a deep breath and stared at the ceiling, while replaying the events that had just transpired outside her bedroom.
'His observation wasn't completely wrong, though. The three of us have drifted apart over the summer. After the way things ended with Ron last year, I knew that we'd gone beyond the point of redemption. I had hoped that Harry would still be friends with me. But who am I kidding? When has he ever taken my side over Ron? And now that school has started, he's busy with school work, Quidditch practice and Ginny. Whereas Ron is busy licking Lavender's face off. So that pretty much leaves me with only Ginny and my school work and of course my room-mate, Draco Malfoy.' she thought to herself.
Hermione sighed and looked around her room. There was a cute little study table next to the door. A few spaces from there was a huge wardrobe, big enough to accommodate her clothes and her books. There was a beautiful French window right opposite her Queen Size bed. Gryffindor Colours – Red and Gold dominated the walls of her room.
She loved this room more than her old one. The bed was definitely more comfortable. Even though, during the past six years, she had enjoyed sharing a room with with her fellow Gryffindors, it felt good to have a room to herself this time. She could do whatever she wanted over here. She could even walk around naked and she wouldn't be judged. She'd have to lock her door properly before that though, because Malfoy could walk in any minute. He hadn't even lingered close to her room since they started living in the Head's Quarters, but she didn't trust him. More than that, she didn't trust her rotten luck. She smiled at the thought.
Hermione decided to have a bath, go down to the Great Hall, take a delicious breakfast and meet Ginny. Maybe they could go to Hogsmeade. It was a Sunday and she didn't want to spend it locked up in her room or in the library. She needed some fresh air.
She got out of bed and walked to the wardrobe and opened it. She took out her favourite pair of blue denim jeans, her pink t-shirt, her undergarments and her bath robe. She lay the clothes neatly on the bed and with the bathrobe in her hand; she walked out of her room towards the bathroom.
'Today will be a fun day' she thought to herself and stepped into the bathroom.
How was it? This is my first story, so I'm super duper excited. Please review and let me know whether you want me to continue it or not. Constructive criticism is welcome! I have a couple of chapters ready, which I may upload soon!
Chapter 2: Hogsmeade Sunday!
Looking forward to the reviews,
Love,
Jessica.