Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter otherwise Draco Malfoy would of turned Ron into a weasel.
A.N: Random fanfic.
Hermione's POV
I'm sick of Draco Malfoy I mean I had put up with him for six years but now he is the Head Boy, that means no points for Gryffindor this year but then again I am the Head Girl so bye bye Slytherin.
My thoughts were interupted with... "Mudblood!"
I don't respond.
"Mudblood are you listening to me?"
" What ferret?"
"We have to plan a ball."
"Why?"
"Dumbledore."
I stay silent as we walk to the head dorms, yes I share a dorm with the one and only Draco bloody Malfoy, the bouncing white blonde ferret. My life was hell even though Voldemort was gone.
"Mudblood." Rang through my mind. "Granger, Hermione?"
Hermione when he said my name it made my heart drop, it sounded perfect.
"Why are you so mean to me Malfoy?" I said before I could stop myself.
He looked taken back by what I had said.
"Well..." He starts. "Have you ever been told that when a boy is mean to you it means he likes you?"
I nod my head wanting him to continue. "I'm surprised they call you the smartest witch of our age.I love you Hermione."
"No, you don't."
"Oh, but I do."
"Prove it." I challenge him.
"Would I do this if I didn't love you."
He leaned down and kissed me.
"No you wouldn't."
By that time we were outside the head dorms. I said the password. Nightfall came and we hadn't done any planing.
The next morning we walked into the Great Hall hand in hand. Reciving many stares, glares and happy smiles. Many of the glares were for Draco frome the male population of Gryffindor.