A/N: Woo, new fanfic! Umm, yeah… A little more hate in this one. My other one is too lovey dovey. But check it out if you want to :P. Oh yeah, in this fic, Dumbledore hasn't died. And I own nothing.
Hermione Granger sat in the Head's compartment. The train was jolting away from London and they had just started passing through fields of sheep and crops.
"When will they be here?" she sighed to herself, leaning her head on the back of the seat and staring at the ceiling.
She was waiting for Professor McGonagall and the new Head Boy to arrive. She had been made Head Girl over the summer and was astounded when her letter arrived.
The door to the compartment slid open and two figures stepped in.
"Professor," Hermione said, recognising one of the figures. She sat up and smiled politely at McGonagall.
McGonagall didn't return the smile but looked at Hermione with a twinkle in her eye that suggested kindness.
"Miss Granger, congratulations for making Head Girl. I must say, Professor Dumbledore was delighted to make this decision," McGonagall said curtly, taking a seat opposite Hermione. "This is our Head Boy."
Hermione looked to the second figure, who was standing by the door. The figure stepped forwards, out of the shadow. The first thing Hermione saw was a mop of white blonde hair. She scowled.
"Malfoy," she muttered, glaring at him.
Draco looked up, a smirk playing with his lips. Hermione studied him, the way she studied everyone. He had grown a fair few inches over the summer and was nearing 6 ft 4". His hair was still a platinum blonde, which shone in the sunlight that streamed into the compartment. He had his hands in his pockets and was hunched over slightly, but even then Hermione could see the clear definition of his chest and stomach muscles through his shirt. She looked him slowly up and down before resting her eyes on his face.
Her breath caught in her throat. His face. It held no resemblance to being a child at all. His jaw line was defined so perfectly, he looked as if he was cut from marble. His skin was the same marbled white it had always been, but a summer of Quidditch had tanned it ever so slightly. Hermione's gaze lingered on his eyes. They were a shining silver colour, gleaming in the sunlight. It took her a moment to realise, but he was looking directly back at her.
He smirked. "Glad to see you approve, Granger."
He took the seat next to her, his hands still in his pockets, facing Professor McGonagall. Hermione shook her hair back and waited for further instructions from the Professor. She wasn't going to let anything, or anyone, ruin her last year at Hogwarts.
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"One last note before we dig in to this glorious feast, our new Head Boy and Girl, Mr Malfoy of Slytherin and Miss Granger of Gryffindor," Dumbledore said to the school, gazing down upon them, his eyes twinkling.
Hermione and Draco stood up and made their way to the front of the Hall. They received boos and cheers before sitting back down at their tables again.
Food appeared on the tables and Dumbledore sat down. Hermione turned to her two best friends, Ron Weasley and Harry Potter. Ron was sitting on Hermione's left and was shovelling as much food onto his plate as was possible.
"I cab't beliebe Malboy's been bade Heab Boy," he mumbled through a mouthful of mashed potatoes.
"Ron, I've told you so many times," Hermione sighed, turning to Ron. "Swallow before you attempt to talk, otherwise we all get showered in potato."
"Sobby," Ron said, struggling down his mouthful. "I said: I can't believe Malfoy's been made Head Boy."
"Neither can I," Harry added from Hermione's other side. "It seems ridiculous."
"Well, it's Dumbledore's choice, so we'll have to trust him on this one," Hermione said, turning her gaze to the headmaster. "And I hate to say it, but I think Dumbledore might be loosing it. Making Malfoy Head Boy, honestly, what was he thinking?"
She turned back to her plate, muttering abuse about Draco under her breath. She swore crudely and both Ron and Harry stared at her.
"Hey Hermione, we all hate Malfoy but I didn't think you'd hate him enough to swear," Harry said.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that, but the year hasn't even started and he's annoyed me," Hermione said and she began to mumble abuse at him again.
"Doing what?" Ron said protectively, looking over to the Slytherin table where Draco was busy playing Tonsil Tennis with Pansy Parkinson.
"By being Malfoy!" Hermione said hysterically before leaping up and storming out of the Hall.
Harry and Ron exchanged glances before turning back to their food and wolfing down the remains.