Chapter 1

Neville Longbottom

Draco Malfoy walked through the portrait hole and into the heads' common room. He scowled as he heard the typical blaring music coming from Hermione Granger's bedroom. It was only a week into the school year and she was already driving him nuts. He didn't know if he could take living with her the whole year without going insane. He was standing in the common room pondering what to do when he heard her screaming at someone and her door swung open.

"Damn it Neville, can't you do anything right? For crying out loud, you can't even fuck a person without messing it up! Get out and don't come back until you have some experience!"

Neville Longbottom stumbled out of her room looking red in the face and totally embarrassed. Draco was caught between confusion and utter amusement at the scene before him. On one hand, he had to laugh at it all because of the hilarity of the situation but on the other hand he was totally blown away by Hermione's behavior. Maybe the resident know-it-all had a wild side to her after all. Finally Neville was gone and when Draco looked up there was Hermione glaring down at him.

"What are you laughing at, ferret boy?"

"I was laughing at the look on Longbottom's face when you kicked him out. I never knew you were into squibs, but I didn't really expect anything more from a Mudblood. I guess you have to take what you can get though. It really is a shame though, if you weren't such filth I would gladly take care of your little problem for you."

Hermione snorted and let out an irritated laugh.

"Yeah, like I would ever let a snake like you touch me. You disgust me."

"Granger, why do you have to make everything so difficult?"

"Because I hate everything. I hate my life, I hate Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley and most of all I hate you."

"Hey now, I can understand why I hate you, you are a Mudblood, but what is to hate about me?"

"Everything. I hate everything about you. Now get out of my sight, Malfoy."

At that Hermione slammed her door in Draco's face and went back to her music. It was going to be a long year.