Summary: Their seventh year at Hogwarts has just begun. This means two new prefects and even more drama. But who are they and what will happen when they…
A/N: So you might think this is your average every person has already done it, Hermione and Draco sharing a common room fic… well it's not. For one, this was written completely by me which means it is 100 my ideas. I didn't steal parts of fics from other people. This is an original love story for them. Please read and review! I accept constructive critism and any ideas you might have. Flames will be laughed at and forgotten. Please R&R!
Now onto the story…
Chapter 1
The Hogwarts Express was about to leave the station. The whistle was blowing and the last few students were climbing aboard.
Most of the compartments were filled with new and old faces. But the last compartment in the front section of the train always held three very good friends.
"Ronald! Will you quit talking about quidittch for one moment! Please! Now Harry, how was… the Dursley's? Hermione Granger, the smart, perfect, pretty 17 year old asked.
"Hell, like always. At least I was able to get away for a weekend at Ron's before I got kicked out. Did you ever tell your mom I was sorry? I didn't mean to break the…"
"Harry. She was just, um… she's fine now. Don't worry about it man. Hey, do you guys know who the prefects are? I can't wait to find out. Herm, you're probably one of them anyways." Ron Weasley questioned excitedly.
"Ron, if I had been chosen, I would have probably received some sort of letter which I did not. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go change into my robes. Oh and Ron… you still have dirt on your nose." She opened the compartment door and walked down the hall to the lavatories.
The first years had already separated from the other students and now the carriages were waiting. Ron, Harry, Hermione, Ginny, and Neville all sat in one carriage discussing the events of the summer.
The carriages pulled up to the Great Hall doors. The students entered the castle and made for their house tables. The Sorting Hat ceremony was about to begin.
"Welcome back students welcome back. Let the sorting begin!" Headmaster, Albus Dumbledore announced.
Lorraine Metz in Hufflepuff, Chris Goyle in Slytherin like his brother, Marey Johnson in Gryffindor. Lee Chang in Ravenclaw.
After the ceremony, Dumbledore raised his hand and the hall got quiet.
"I have a few start of term notices that need to be noticed. Firstly, the two new Prefects. I am proud to call out… Hermione Granger and Draco Malfoy's names. So give the two a complement if you see them later on. Secondly, there will be a dance this year that the Prefects will be in charge of so if you have any ideas, please tell them. Thirdly, enjoy the feast!"
With that, an enormous feast appeared on the tables and everyone dug in. Well, everyone except the two new Prefects.
"What! How could Dumbledore do this to me? This is absolutely positively-"
"Granger." Malfoy snickered as he approached the Gryffindor table with Crabbe and Goyle.
"What Malfoy?" Hermione screamed.
"Tut tut tut. Now Prefects are supposed to be setting examples and here you are, not even ten minutes into the new term, and you've already got a raging temper. You should take better control of your self… mudblood." He flicked her shoulder and strutted away.
If Hermione hadn't held them back, Harry and Ron would've had Malfoy screaming for his mommy in two seconds. They hated Hermione being called a mudblood, maybe even more than she did.
"Just stop you two. Let's just eat dinner." She wiped a tear from her face and glanced up at the staff table. Dumbledore gave a wink. He obviously didn't see the mistake he had made.
Hermione made a point of trying to take the long way around the castle so by the time she reached the Prefects dorm, Malfoy would be in his room. Her plan worked perfectly and she headed to the bathroom to take off her make-up.
When she came out, none other than Draco Malfoy was waiting for her.
"Well Granger, you certainly do look different with out any make-up on." Actually, you look fantastic anytime! Last year not, but this year, man.- Draco! Stop! "It's interesting." He smacked her bottom as she walked past him. When she turned around to call him a filthy git, he was already gone.
She was in the midst of taking her undergarments off when Malfoy popped his head in the door.
"Ahhh!" Hermione screamed while trying to cover herself up. "Malfoy, haven't you ever heard of knocking?"
"Yes, but I prefer just to pop in. Now shut up and take this. It's from Dumbledore." Draco said tossing Hermione and envelope. "And stop being such a worrywart. Why would I want to look at you?" Actually, you can drop all your clothes right now and –ahh. Then he slammed the door and trudged back to his room.
Ms. Granger,
I know how mad you are about your fellow prefect, but there is nothing I can do about it. You are to meet me tomorrow morning before breakfast for a quick Prefect briefing. Please don't be late.
Albus Dumbledore
She quickly finished changing and went to sleep.
It was 7:25. Hermione was up before her alarm went off so she just lay in bed until the beeping started. She got out of her queen bed and made it herself. She was still on with the S.P.E.W. She had an hour before she had to meet with Dumbledore so she decided to explore the common room a little more.
There weren't four doors like the day before, but five. One to her room, one to Draco's, the bathroom, and a door out. But what was behind the fifth door? Curiously, Hermione turned the knob. It wouldn't budge.
"Alohamora!" She screamed but still no use. Oh well, it could be saved for another day. Instead, she grabbed Muggles: A Mystery off the brown bookcase and started flipping through the pages.
"Granger. Why were you trying to open that door?" Malfoy asked, pointing to the still locked door. "You can't get in. it needs a password and I'm the only one who knows it." He plopped down in a chair across from her.
Damn does he look good this year. Still the same platinum blonde hair, but he's more toned, and his voice has definitely changed. Quite Hermione! That's wrong and disgusting… I wonder where else he has changed. Hermione wondered while tilting her head. She snapped back into reality.
"Hold on. How come you know a password and I don't? tell it to me right now."
"I know the password because I had the door put in last night. It's mine. Me. ONLY."
Hermione rolled her eyes and checked the clock. If she didn't leave now, she would be late for her meeting. She slipped Muggles: A Mystery into her brown canvas bag and headed for the Fat Man's portrait.
Quincheys, she muttered. The portrait swung open and she walked through.
"Are you related to the Fat Lady by any chance?" Hermione asked the portrait.
"Why yes. I'm her younger brother. Now run along Ms. Granger."
She nodded her head and started for her meeting place. She didn't exactly know where to go though, but she was pretty sure it was the room behind the staff table.
"Ah, Ms. Granger. I'm glad you've arrived. Please, sit." Dumbledore said pointing to a fluffy couch.
"Mr. Malfoy will not be attending this meeting. I have some special business just for you." Dumbledore said sitting himself down in a big leather chair.
"Oh. Okay. It is, um, anything tricky?" She questioned.
"A bit. But you can handle anything. You were chosen for Prefect because you are the top girl in this school. Very attentive and excellent at all your studies, and very very mature. You will partially balance Mr. Malfoy for male Prefect."
"Well then why was Draco chosen as Prefect and not somebody else Professor?"
"Draco's smart, your smarter. We believe it will be good for him in the long run. But we're wasting time. Ms. Granger, you are to… to help Mr. Malfoy. Keep him under control and such things. I'm trusting you with this." Dumbledore said offering Hermione a had up.
"What! I- no- no we don't get along one bit! Never have, never will! It horrible for us to just be in the same common room if nothing else." She complained while walking to the door.
This is certainly bringing out a different side to her. Dumbledore thought.
"I'm trusting you." He gave her a small smile and walked to the staff table. Breakfast had already begun.
Why do I have to keep Malfoy under control? Why not Crabbe or Goyle? This just-
"Hermione. Hermione!" Ron yelled.
"What, oh sorry." She replied coming out of her dreams, well her nightmare. "Hi boys, Ginny." She picked up her fork and knife and started cutting her panmuffin.
"So, Hermione." Ginny said excitedly, "What's being a Prefect like? Doesn't it just reek to have to share a common room with Malfoy? Details, details." Ginny couldn't wait for some gossip.
"It's tiring, there's no privacy, and now I have to keep Malfoy under control." She dropped her fork and leaned her head into her hand.
"You what?" Ron, Ginny, and Harry practically screamed.
"Why do you, of all people, have to keep Malfoy, the biggest git in the world, under control? Isn't that what his goonies are for?" Ginny questioned leaning closer to Hermione so she could hear better.
"I don't know. That's what I thought but Dumbledore said I had to help him and help Mafloy so it's my new job and I can't wait. This whole Prefect thing is just tiring. And while everyone else is asleep, I got assigned night duty this week so I get to go to bed around midnight when Filch comes to relieve me." She groaned and replaced her head in her hand.
"-Mione, we'll help you." Ron answered.
"Yeah, whatever you want us to do, we'll do." Harry followed.
"Thanks you guys but I don't really think you can help me. I'm just going to have to get used to it." She placed a bit of pancake in her mouth and started cutting up her sausages.
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