Hey there! I've tried to write Harry Potter fan fictions before, but no one has liked them so I just stopped writing them. I wrote this all out before I posted it – something I've never done before – and I will try to post a chapter or two everyday. I really, really would like some feedback on this, so even if it's just a "Good job!", review. I haven't seen this plot line before, ever, so I hope it's a welcome change. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did!

Disclaimer: I do not, in any way, shape or form, own Harry Potter and other related characters.


Hermione smiled to herself as she climbed onto the Hogwarts Express for the last trip to Hogwarts. This was the beginning of seventh year, and this summer had brought many surprises. She'd gone to the Burrow, along with Harry, and spent all of August there. Her parents came a few times, marveling at the magic and coziness of the crowded house. They shared a multitude of stories; mostly, though, about their defeat of Voldemort in the sixth year. They'd had a long and hard battle, culminating in a one on one of Harry and Voldemort. Dumbledore had told Harry that, if he needed to do so, the Weasleys, Hermione and himself could lend him power. Harry took this advice, and had used their power, along with the love of Lily and James Potter and Sirius, and blasted Voldemort with a long forgotten spell of love. This spell, as they later found out, needed only the love of the people around you to work, but it was much stronger because of the love of the people who died for him. It had been a long and hard battle, but when they won, many Death Eaters were sent to Azkaban, and the Dementors were once again loyal to the Ministry.

Hermione's eyes lowered in remembrance, but they soon sprung open at the voices of Harry, Ron, Luna and Ginny. Neville smiled and waved, beckoning her to a seat beside him. Hermione took her seat and smiled at the rest of the group, just as a tiny owl pecked at the window. Harry opened it and passed the letter to Hermione, who took and read it quickly before letting out a squeal of joy.

"You guys, I've done it! I'm head girl! Oh, it says I've got to go see Professor McGonagall in the Heads compartment to meet the new Head Boy. I won't be able to come back all trip. Oh, I'm sorry." She turned to all the compartment's passengers and smiled before getting up.

"Good job, 'Mione!" Exclaimed Harry.

"Yeah, we knew you'd get it!" Ginny piped in.

"Congrats, Hermione!" Ron said with a pat on her back.

"Hermione Granger, I'm quite proud of you." Luna said pompously, but Hermione took it as a compliment anyway.

"Thanks, guys. I've got to go now, but I'll see you at dinner." She turned and left, closing the compartment door behind her. A strange feeling crept up on her, like dread, but she brushed it off and continued her way to the head of the train. With a small knock on the door and the gentle "Come in!" of Professor McGonagall, she opened the door and stepped in the room, not even noticing who was sitting across from the teacher.

"Miss Granger, I believe you know Mister Malfoy. He is the Head Boy this year, and you will be sharing a dormitory with him. I know that, perhaps, in the past, you two have not gotten along very well, but I urge you to get along this year, even if it is only publicly." She looked between the two and smiled.

"Granger, I suppose since we'll be living together we should at least have a truce not to have huge arguments." Malfoy stuck out his hand and gave her a weak smile. This surprised Hermione, as she'd thought Malfoy would hate her for putting his father in Azkaban.

"Yes, Malfoy, I think a truce is a good idea. I accept, and I thank you for being the first to say something. It's really, er, nice of you." She smiled back at him and shook his hand, her mind reeling with the memories of all the years of pain he'd put her through.

McGonagall smiled briefly before talking once more.

"When we reach the school, go directly to your House Table. I'll show you your dormitory after the feast. I must leave you now to go speak with the new Defense Against the Darks Arts teacher, Remus Lupin." She gave Hermione a tiny wink before standing up and leaving the compartment.

"Oh thank Merlin! I thought she'd never leave. That was publicly, Granger. Don't get the wrong impression." He gave her his famous smirk and she moved to the bench opposite him.

"Of course not, Malfoy. I would never do that. You're too easily read to lie to me." She smiled in her know-it-all way and he smirked back at her with an evil glint in his eyes.

"Shut up, Granger. You don't know anything." He stood up and left the compartment, his robes swishing behind him tempestuously.

She sat there, silent, for a few moments before getting up and walking about the train, checking in on all the new students and making sure the old were behaving properly.


The train slowed to a halt as Hermione was putting her badge on over her robes. She checked her reflection in the window, trying in vain to smooth out her rough curls before sighing and exiting the train. She met up with Malfoy in the Heads Carriage and they headed off, among the first people to reach the castle and the Great Hall. They sat quickly, not daring to look at each other until they had too. Soon Harry, Ron and Ginny arrived, so she had something to take her mind off seeing Malfoy everyday. They talked for a bit until Dumbledore made his speech, then resumed their conversation after welcoming the new first years.

McGonagall caught up to Malfoy and Hermione and led them down a long corridor to one of the towers.

"This is your house. You will be living here for all year, and you will not be allowed to have others in here unless both of you agree to it. The password is fortuna major. It's late, so I'd like it if you'd both stay in tonight." She nodded to both before turning around and proceeding to the Teachers Lounge. Hermione stated the password and walked in, her breath slowing as she saw the beautiful common room.

"It's gorgeous! I can't believe it!" She exclaimed, and flopped down on the couch. She stared at the room around her, which was decorated richly. The walls were a cream color, but the furniture was chocolate brown leather. On the floor there was a huge carpet of forest green with gold detail, completing the exquisite look.

"This is nothing, Granger. My room is decorated better!" He sat down across from her and smirked before shaking his head. "Anyway, I'm going to check out the bedrooms." He stood once more and walked to a large wooden door with a silver and green plaque on it with the initials "DM" upon it. She followed suit, but checking out the door that was identical except for it had a gold and scarlet plaque with HG upon it.

He opened his door to reveal a large four poster bed of silver colored metal in the on the center of the back wall. There were sliver sheets with a green duvet on the bed, silver and green pillows and all around them were pieces if furniture in such a dark brown it could've been black. He sat down on the bed and smiled widely, completely unaware of the door on the left side of the room opening.


Hermione stepped into her room and grinned from ear to ear. In the center of the back wall was a large mahogany four poster bed, with gold sheets and a scarlet duvet. The pillows were scarlet and gold, and the room was littered with pieces of mahogany furniture. At the other side of the room, she noticed a doorway. Thinking it was a closet, she opened it; a blush crept upon her face as she realized where it lead too.

"Malfoy?! Are you smiling?!" She broke into a grin as he jumped off the bed, straightening his clothing before giving her a smirk.

"I can smile if I want, Granger. And although I rarely do it, I don't see why I shouldn't. I am merely expressing how much I like the decoration of this room."

"Well, Malfoy, I was merely pointing out to you that I rarely see you smile. It would do you well to smile more often; it is a more becoming feature on your face." 'Oh, god, did I just say that? I sound like I'm flirting!' 'Maybe you are.' Her mind replied.

"Thanks for the compliment, Granger. Now, why are you in my room?"

"The, um, door behind me. I thought it was a closet, I never knew it lead here. I'll lock it from now on." She turned and walked through the door once more, then changed and went to bed.

Malfoy sat down on his bed as he changed, then laid his head on the pillow. Before drifting off to sleep the two shared one thought; 'Why do I have to room with that prat?!'