Chapter One: Head Girl

A girl with bushy, brown hair hurriedly ran through the corridors of Hogwarts with a pile of thick books in her arms. She weaved through the chatting students and arrived at the top of the dungeon stairs. Quietly and quickly, she made her way down the stairs, careful not to stumble and make an embarrassing and awkward entrance into the class of her most despised teacher. Arriving at the door to the classroom, she calmed herself before taking a deep breath and gently opened the door. Peering inside, she let out a relieved sigh as Professor Snape had his back to the class and was busy brewing some green looking glob in his cauldron.

The class was a noisy bunch- Parvarti had made an error in her potion and she now had bushy eye brows as long as her hair (which is very long). Lavender was crying hysterically, exactly the opposite to what her potion was intended to do. 'She must have added an extra lizard's tongue' Hermione thought shaking her head, already knowing the potion they were to make today- The laughing potion. Neville was clutching to his stomach painfully and hiccuping loudly. 'Amateurs' Hermione mumbled hopelessly as she quickly found her seat next to Harry and Ron and prayed Snape wouldn't have noticed her lateness.

"50 points from Gryffindor!" snapped Snape, not turning around.

Malfoy snickered "Never thought the mudblood would be late to class. Bet she was snogging some first year."

Goyle and Crabbe snorted and snickered in Malfoy style at his comment. Hermione fumed but decided not to retaliate before she had another 50 points deducted from her house. Being Head Girl, she knew better. It was obvious Snape favoured Malfoy and they were in the same house, so it was not wise to attack Malfoy in front of him. You'd think they were related the way they snickered and smirked and threw their crude comments at you and made you want to wring their necks or better- Avada kedavra.

"Just ignore him H'mione, he's not worth it. Not now." Harry comforted her while throwing a revengeful look at Malfoy.

Ron, on the other hand, was pulling up his sleeves as if ready to fight. "Let me at him. I'll show him" he spat angrily.

Malfoy and his 'dogs' were now snickering louder at the trio as if Malfoy had made another offensive comment about them and were now enjoying the fact that they couldn't hear. Hermione rolled her eyes and started setting up her cauldron and ingredients giving Harry and Ron a look which said don't-ask-why-I'm-late. She was known as miss know-it-all, never-late and always-right and she wasn't going to let go of those titles that easily. She was quite proud of them as they meant she was intelligent, punctual and always right- she liked that.

Malfoy had ordered Crabbe and Goyle to make his potion as well. He was bored and put his legs up on the table with his hands behind his head, trying to ignore the unintelligent remarks Crabbe and Goyle were making about each other.

"You should get a haircut Goyle" Crabbe commented.

"I don't have any hair" Goyle replied confused.

"Yes you do! What's that on your head then?" Crabbe asked annoyed.

"It's fur." The less intelligent Goyle replied proudly.

Crabbe smiled agreeing then shot Malfoy a nervous look before returning to the task at hand.

Malfoy rolled his eyes then closed them to have a quick nap. His white-blonde hair shined atop his head, partially covering his cold, grey eyes. His pale, pointed face often carried his infamous smirk. His lean body and broad shoulders showed he worked out and at 17 years old, he was the Prince of the school (of course in looks). Girls drooled over him; guys obeyed him out of fear or admiration. He seemed almost untouchable and there was an air of authority around him, but he mostly got his way by intimidation and threats.

There was one word you could describe him with- Handsome. Hermione added one more- supercilious. Ron added another- Dead.

Unfortunately he was Head Boy: Lucius had 'persuaded' Dumbledore to let his son be Head boy. Hermione was enraged when she found out, not to mention Ron… Malfoy was no way Head Boy material and the thought of having to patrol the corridors twice every week for 2 hours with him just irked her more: that was 4 hours alone with Malfoy! Hermione had even gone to the extent of thinking about resigning her position, but she wasn't going to let one pathetic, arrogant slytherin ruin her life.

Potions was the last lesson of the day and everyone was glad to leave the tense presence of Snape. Students were chatting and laughing, practicing new magic spells and trading the latest Chocolate Frog cards as the trio made their way back to the Gryffindor common room. The sky resembled a cold autumn afternoon and clumps of orange leaves lay in piles under the shedding trees.

Harry, Ron and Hermione approached the fat lady, meeting Ginny there as well. Ginny suddenly turned a rosy pink at the sight of Harry.

"Hi Ginny!" Hermione cried happily "What did you just have?" Harry smiled in greeting, Ron looked eager to go back to the common room.

"Hi Hermione" Ginny replied. "I had Divination" she then smiled shyly at Harry and looked away. "Lucky you guys just came. I forgot the password" She admitted sheepishly.

"Bungusbots" Harry stated and the Fat lady immediately swung open to admit their entrance.

The common room contained a lot of squashy armchairs, a fireplace, a notice board and tables. Most students were studying quietly in one corner while others were checking on the notice board for the date of the next Hogsmeade weekend. Lavender brown sat in one of the armchairs gossiping with Parvarti, her eyes less swollen from the early potions incident. Hermione, Ron and Harry had decided to finish the potions essay Snape had given as homework before heading down to the Great Hall for dinner.

"I hate Snape…" Ron exclaimed frustrated

"Who doesn't" Harry replied agreeing

After dinner the trio returned to their common room and gave Hermione a good encouraging talk before her patrol with the one and only Slytherin Prince. The clock showed 6:55 pm- time to meet Malfoy.